Alien Relic Hunter

Chapter 43 Roast Meat
"Old dog! We can't protect ourselves now! You can't put all living people in for a dead person!" Leighton said in a deep voice.

The hound widened his eyes, his cheeks bulged, and stared at Leidon for ten seconds before finally letting out a long sigh, leaning against the wall and slowly sitting down.

"Hey... special code! This world... It was like this before, and it is still like this..."

"Old dog..."

"We fought with indigenous monsters in the wasteland, and we fought so hard that we couldn't even apply for a pension in the end... And what about the rubbish in high-end residential areas? The most beautiful girls who slept with food, and held a party from time to time on the weekends, they didn’t have to face any danger, and many of them had never seen the world outside the Ark from birth to death…”

"Old dog, be careful what you say... just be afraid..."

"What are you afraid of! You are afraid of Luanzi! Don't you think Laozi is really a coward?"

"No, no one said you're a coward... But now..." Layton glanced at Ke Lan helplessly, and Ke Lan could only spread his hands.

"Those blood-sucking worms from the old era all the way to the present..." The Hound said through gritted teeth, "The pension of a fallen soldier is not even as expensive as a cigar between their fingers, but even this little money, They also held it tightly, for fear that a penny would fall out of their fingers."

"Ni... Mr. Hound, all this is handled according to standard procedures. Although I sympathize with the victims, I have no right to embezzle the public funds of the Ark... Otherwise, I will give Jiang Lian in my own name. And the family members of the soldiers who died in the war paid compensation, and the credit points were deducted from my personal account, what do you think?" The secretary came over and said to the hound.

"..." The Hound remained silent. Although he really wanted to make trouble again, he knew that there would be no results if the trouble continued, and the dead would not get more compensation.

"Let's go, old dog... I invited you to have a drink, and finally came back alive, didn't you say you want to celebrate?" Taking advantage of this opportunity, Layton directly pulled the hound out of the filing office.

Ivan wanted to perform prosthetic replacement surgery on his arm, so he went back to the clinic first. There was still no news about the missing Asano Showa Zorigato. The original seven-member team only had Hound, Layton and Ke Lansan. people.

Layton said it was a treat to drink, but in fact, everyone could only get a small cup - the diameter of the cup was almost the size of the index finger and thumb circled, and the height of the liquid inside was not even more than two centimeters.

In Hound's words, "just enough to moisten the tongue, not even the throat."

"How come the price of this thing has risen by nearly [-]% in just one month of work... It's too dark!" Leighton's sturdy body was squeezed on a small bench. Fortunately, the material of the bench is strong enough. Engineering plastics than metal, otherwise it is estimated that he really can't carry his tonnage.

"I heard that the hydroponic farm has had a serious harvest this season. It seems that because of a new plant virus, many food crops have died." Took a skewer of meat.

Of course, this meat skewer is not real meat, but synthetic meat made of soybean protein and artificial fat. The taste and flavor are naturally incomparable to real meat, but the price is only one-fifth or even of real meat. lower.

This is also the first choice for most middle- and lower-class residents of Ark when they want to "open meat". Anyway, as long as there is enough sauce, the difference between real meat and fake meat will not be so obvious.

"The people in charge of the inspections all eat rice." The Hound said with some disdain.

Any person or thing returned from the outside world must be subject to detailed inspection, especially those "trophies" brought back. Once they are rated as "biohazard level two" or above, they must be strictly isolated and disinfected—— More than 40 years ago, an extremely serious epidemic broke out, causing the population of the entire Ark to decrease by nearly one percent. Later, after verification, it was discovered that the virus originated from the rotting corpse of an indigenous creature.

"But it probably won't have any effect on those gentlemen, and they don't eat food grown on hydroponic farms... By the way, do you really believe that rice grown from soil is more fragrant?" Layton grabbed a hand The seasoning was sprinkled on the skewers, and many of these tiny particles fell into the flames below, making a crackling sound, and the seductive fragrance filled the air.

"I haven't eaten it, so I'm not qualified to comment." Ke Lan swallowed a piece of protein meat in his mouth and said.

"It's all the same." The hound chewed and scratched his neck with his greasy hands.

"Ah? Have you ever eaten the old dog?" Layton was a little surprised.

"I haven't eaten it, but I have seen some businessmen mix the grain produced by the hydroponic farm into the 'high-end goods' of 'soil', at least half of it. Those gentlemen's tongues can't tell the difference at all. Can't tell which is 'hydroponics' and which is 'soil'—"

"Hiccup~~" The hound suddenly hiccupped and continued: "It's actually just a gimmick. They think soil-grown crops are more expensive than hydroponic farms, because soil-grown crops waste precious space and soil. , and need more manpower and material resources to take care of... Just like in the old era, the same handicraft, the machine made on the assembly line was obviously better, but the rich would go after those who spent more time and energy. In their eyes, the higher cost gives the commodity higher value, even though this value has nothing to do with practicality... Thousands of years have passed, and this has not changed at all."

"Hiccup... So..." The hound raised his head and drank the only bit of liquid in the cup in one gulp. "It's a miracle that the ark was built before the destruction of the earth."

"Perhaps those useless vanities and desires will be abandoned only when their survival is threatened." Ke Lan smiled, "If you throw those old men into the wilderness and starve for more than ten days, don't say anything. What kind of hydroponics is planted, it is estimated that they will swallow the gray potatoes."

"No no no... They can't starve for more than ten days, because they won't live the next day at all hahahahaha-" The hound burst into laughter as he spoke, causing several tables next to them to be eating barbecue. People often look sideways.

"Grass, old dog, you are right!" Layton patted his knee hard, but almost knocked over the battery on his thigh, so frightened that he hurriedly threw away the half-eaten skewers, and quickly Hold it with both hands.

Ke Lan asked while swallowing, "Layton, when are you going to go back to the factory for overhaul? It's not a problem to hold such a battery all day."

"Just these two days. This mission has made a lot of money, and I can upgrade all the parts of my body. Then you can see a stronger me!"

"That's not necessarily..." A sissy voice came from the adjacent table, "Recently, the manufacturers of mechanical prosthetics have raised the price of their products by several points, especially those new models, and the prices on the black market are also high. It's gone crazy."

(End of this chapter)