Chapter 102

"One hundred yuan, I really can't have any more customers."

You are an old locomotive, and although it is working well, few people are willing to buy it now.

If you don't believe me, just take a walk around other shops. Who would be willing to take this from you?

Except me, Svid, sir.

"My price is fair, but you won't be able to find it even if you light the lanterns."

After leaving Phoenix City's information center, he headed to the city's business district.

In the turbulent years, the business district was dominated by arms and equipment, and of course there were plenty of shops that sold and acquired locomotives.

Zero intended to sell the heavy locomotive, and for the rest of the journey, the heavy locomotive could run no faster than the two legs.

Besides, the complicated landscape and road conditions of Death's Ridge are not suitable for heavy locomotives at all.

Unless, of course, a caravan like Cumberg had been following a trail developed by adventurers like themselves over the years, but the target was too obvious and could easily become the target of a multitude of mutants or ulterior motives.

Sell the heavy locomotive, and you can trade the money for other supplies.

As for the issue of the God of Death Ridge's future steps, Zero didn't think about it for the time being.

However, after visiting a few locomotive shops, he met all the black-hearted and treacherous businessmen.

He bought the locomotive for $00, but the merchants offered less than half the price.

The price of this tall and thin guy was already considered high. Before he met this guy who only opened 500, he almost shot this black-hearted fellow to death.

"200!"

He's not good at haggling, so he'll just bite to death.

Svid laughed and shook his head. "What a pity, customer."

"It's not going to work out. You might as well go to some other shops and think about it later."

The merchant used a method that seemed like he wanted to capture something, but he knew very well that Zero would definitely not get the higher price.

In their line of work, they all had their own set of secret rules. Like what kind of goods to offer, the float would never exceed $00.

For heavy locomotives, Svid did offer the highest price in the industry.

If Lingzhen really wanted to sell the locomotive, the businessman wasn't afraid of him running away.

He could see that after a complete circuit, he would have to return to his shop, where Svid might even be able to repress the price.

"It's a good car, strong enough, with less than a year of engine use.

Damn, he even carried a weapon rack. He had meticulously modified it.

In my opinion, the price of this big guy's 200 is not excessive. "

A rough voice sounded as it was inserted between Zero and the merchant. A strong officer of Phoenix City as tall as a metal tower walked over.

Zero recognized him. It was George, the one who had picked up Camber at the checkpoint.

George raised his stubbly chin and said to the merchant, "Svid, don't think I don't know what you've done in private.

Buying low and selling high, bullying the market.

You've done well these past few years. The arms trade in Phoenix City is about to give you a monopoly.

"However, let me remind you guys, you'd better restrain yourselves. Otherwise, I will find a way to get you traitors to scram out of Phoenix City."

Svedberg bowed his head and said, "Yes, yes, yes, sir George is right."

He turned to Zero and said, "This is the guest. We've accepted your locomotive. How about at your price?"

Zero nodded, then the engine was driven away by the shop staff.

He and Svid went to the shop to take care of the paperwork.

When he came out with two hundred dollars in his pocket, Zero found George playing with a few machine guns in the shop.

When he came out, George blinked and said, "Look, I'll make a deal for you."

"Shouldn't you buy me a drink?"

After 20 minutes, the two of them appeared at Phoenix City's "Blue Lover" Pub.

The bar is dark blue for the main tone, heavy metal for the entire bar decoration style.

Here, the majority of the people were the officers and soldiers of Phoenix City, and there were very few commoners who came and went.

So as George led him inside, he was watched by many of the soldiers.

Some of the soldiers, even to Zero's handsome face, gave George ambiguous looks.

However, these gazes were quickly shot back at George's fist.

"This is the Soldier Club of Phoenix City. They didn't brew much wine, but the price is fair."

Believe me, if you sit in some other bar, you'll swindle those profiteers into losing their pants. "

George ordered two handfuls of brandy, and spoke almost to zero over the roar of the bar.

Ling quietly drank his wine, took a sip and then said, "Why are you helping me?"

"Because it's not pleasing to the eye."

George drained his glass in one gulp and then asked the bartender for another.

"You don't know, I came from the city.

To me, it's like my child. "

This time, he took a sip and put down his drink.

He made a helpless face and said, "But you're here, too. The city is growing, but its taste has changed.

At the beginning of the construction, whether we soldiers or citizens, each of us is filled with the passion of the heart.

But now, all I smelled was copper.

Those hateful merchants were like greedy army ants.

They came from all directions. That's right, because their Phoenix City had been developing very quickly these past few years.

But at the same time, the nature of the city is changing.

But what can we do?

This city, which I love so much, can only now turn from an innocent child to a philistine businessman. "

George took another swig.

Out of the frustration in the middle-aged officer's heart, but in the turbulent times, who can live according to their own ideal.

Not to mention this era where the strong preyed on the weak, even in the old era, everyone's hearts more or less had a helpless reality that was out of keeping with their ideals.

We're either living or we're living, aren't we?

With George, drinking it, fucking with their own helplessness!

"Listen, I'm not usually so sentimental.

Don't tell me you're just one of the many guardians of Camber's fat pig.

Hey, it's not that simple.

"Your father's eyes are poisonous. You don't seem like you want to be a guard."

George smiled and traced his eyes with his fingers.

Zero smiled and chose silence.

George did not pursue the matter. Everyone had their own secrets, and since Zero did not want to speak, he would not pursue it.

After all, the two of them were just passersby. Perhaps by tomorrow, no one would remember each other.

He drank his glass of wine and asked the bartender for more.

To him, this had exceeded his usual amount.

But for some reason, tonight, he was desperate for a drink.

Perhaps George's helplessness had brought about the sadness in his heart.

However, it seemed to be destined that he would not be able to drink his second cup of wine tonight.

The sudden alarm not only made Zero unable to drink any wine, but even George was shocked. The helpless and dispirited feeling on his body was gone, and in its place was the seriousness and decisiveness of a soldier.

George immediately pressed the communicator on his shoulder and shouted, "What happened?"

There were gunshots on the communicator, followed by soldiers shouting, "Attack, sir!"

The wolves in Morin suddenly attacked us! "