Chapter 189 Punk Boy

"Sir, this kind of meat is mouth-watering, but you can eat it with confidence."

Ma Zhu took a nap, touched his belly, and sighed with satisfaction.

He handed the plate to the stall owner and continued: "The meat here is visible, everyone knows the source, and it tastes pretty good, but the meat in some places is invisible. Who knows what kind of meat is inside? This ghost

A lot of people die here every year, and their bodies will not be wasted."

"Yeah, that makes sense."

Su Xia put on a black mask, covering her mouth and nose, leaving only a pair of eyes, and the black hood on the back of her coat covered her hair.

He sensed the situation while walking and made sure that there was no surveillance in this underground area, not even in the shopping mall before, but he was careful to drive the ship for ten thousand years.

Ma Zhu thought he couldn't get used to the smell here.

Although the underground ventilation system works, there are a lot of people and a lot of garbage after all.

After eating, the two of them continued forward, passed through the market, and entered another wide sewer.

It is connected in all directions, like a dense spider web, with large passages several meters in diameter and small passages that can only be crawled with rickets. If there is no map and no acquaintances to guide the way, newcomers can easily get lost in it.

After walking for more than ten minutes, Su Xia still couldn't find Wu Gui's family, but she found the family members of the other two members.

Like most people in the underground, their lives are not easy, they can barely have enough to eat, not to mention anything else.

Su Xia noted down these two places and then moved forward.

After another half hour, they arrived at the second market.

Su Xia's sense of direction is pretty good. If he calculated correctly, this underground area has exceeded the scope of the slums above the ground and has come under the large abandoned city in the south of Coral City that was destroyed by the war.

He had fought with Yu Tuo in the abandoned city on the ground.

[Discover mission objectives]

[Character Wu Jian, 47 years old, male, married, cousin of Wu Gui, former administrator of Beifeng Organization Logistics Department]

Suddenly, a task reminder message popped up in front of Su Xia's eyes.

He looked around and saw that this second market was larger than the previous one. The surrounding area had obviously been dug by humans and there was enough space.

The style here is completely different from the previous market. As soon as I approached, I heard the harsh heavy metal music. The surrounding walls were spray-painted with colorful graffiti with fluorescent paint. The young people coming and going had their hair dyed colorful and trendy.

He has a punk hair, wears a nose ring and lip studs, and his body is covered with fluorescent tattoos of unknown meaning.

The shops on the street are decorated with dark copper-colored mechanical gears, bearings, chains, connecting rods, pipes, etc. The lights are dim and yellow, and they are decadent with a hint of dullness, full of imperfect mechanical aesthetics.

In a dilapidated machinery repair shop, Su Xia saw the Wu Jian he was looking for.

"It seems life is okay."

If you can have your own shop and a craft, you can live a good life no matter where you are.

Wu Jian was squatting in front of the small shop. He was in his forties, with wrinkles on his face eroded by time and life, with gray hair. He was wearing rough gray work clothes, and his clothes and hands were full of filth.

black engine oil.

He lit a cigarette and seemed a little depressed. He scratched his temple hair with his relatively clean little fingers, frowned into the character "Chuan" between his brows, and sighed softly.

The wall of the shop behind him was covered with various mechanical repair tools, and the iron shelves were filled with countless spare parts.

His wife sat in the corner, sewing clothes by the dim light.

His son and daughter, both ten years old, were thin and small, their clothes full of patches. They were also squatting at the door of the shop, looking up at the oval reinforced concrete dome with their big eyes, as if wondering why they couldn't see the stars.

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Such a family should not seem to have anything to do with sugar water.

Su Xia planned to observe it first.

"Take a rest here for a while." He told Ma Zhu, and then he found a small restaurant diagonally opposite the repair shop and sat down.

This small restaurant offers two kinds of food, one is fresh and the other is second-hand food dug out of the garbage dump. There is a big price difference between the two.

Su Xia sat near the door and asked Ma Zhu calmly: "Can you still eat?"

"I……"

Ma Zhu glanced at the price list, his nose twitched, and he swallowed.

Seeing this, Su Xia ordered a clean meal for him, and then ordered a cup of tea for herself.

After a while, the deliciously fragrant meal was delivered. The portion was very generous, and the meat in it was large. The price was not cheap, and was even about 30% more expensive than the restaurants on the ground.

Ma Zhu was so moved that he picked up his chopsticks and said, "Sir, you are such a good person."

"Is it considered a good person to give you something to eat?"

"You also saved my life and saved me from that kind of sugar water."

Ma Zhu picked up a piece of meat and threw it into his mouth, but the meat that had just come out of the pot was so hot that he screamed and breathed out the heat, but he was reluctant to spit it out and swallowed it forcefully.

"call……"

He stroked his chest with satisfaction, and then said: "Sir, in a place like this, anyone who can give someone a bite to eat is also a good person. Look at the women outside, as long as you give them a good meal, they will do anything you want.

Okay... Of course, the same goes for men..."

He was laughing, a mean smile, and his grin looked like a skinny monkey.

"Anything can be done?"

Su Xia was thoughtful.

Can we let them fight against the machine race?

He glanced at the punk-style young people wandering around, read out the character panel, and quickly rejected the idea just now.

Almost all of these young people are suffering from diseases, such as AIDS, herpes, gonorrhea, etc., and they are all addicted to sugar water. They are only in their teens, and their health is worse than that of an old man in his fifties or sixties.

Not to mention fighting, it is difficult for them to run even two steps, and entering the organization will only ruin the atmosphere, unless we spend a long time improving their physical condition and changing their ideas...

Now Su Xia doesn't have that time. If she wants to recruit people, she can only focus on those who are healthier or younger.

For example, Wu Jian has a son and a daughter.

Both children are only ten years old. They have no disease or bad habits. Their outlook on life and the world have not yet been formed. They are both potential talents.

Su Xia held tea and observed quietly for more than ten minutes.

"It seems normal. There is no sugar-water transaction."

During this time, only two people entered the repair shop. One of them came to repair an old TV, and the other came to pick up a repaired radio.

Su Xia read Wu Jian's character panel and did not see any description of sugar water in his personal description.

This middle-aged man’s wife is also very normal.

However, in their descriptions, they both mentioned that they were very worried about their eldest son.

At this moment, a young man walked into Su Xia's field of vision.

[Wu Xiaolong, male, 19 years old, Wu Jian’s eldest son]

This young man was also dressed in a punk outfit, with sunken eye sockets and a skull tattoo on his sallow face, making him look a little sick.

He walked into the repair shop and patted the door frame hard: "Old guy, it's time to pay!"
Chapter completed!