Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

Chapter 4: When you come out to hang out, you need to talk about the background.
"I need some wound medicine." Lu Meng said.

"Are you injured?" Wei Hong asked with concern and curiosity.

Lu Meng was dressed like a scavenger, but since he was a messenger from the headquarters, he must be just pretending.

Moreover, after close contact, she found that the other party was full of energy and showed no signs of physical weakness, so she did not even think about it in this direction at first.

"It's a friend of mine. He is in urgent need of surgery." Lu Meng paused and did not tell Huo Buyang's information.

"In fact, not only wound medicine, but also disinfectants, simple surgical tools... are all in short supply. It would be better to have medicines for post-operative recovery.

"It would be better if you have a 'B-type advanced medical module'."

With the preparation in place, Lu Meng revealed his true purpose.

[Module] is the scientific and technological concept of ancient civilization. In order to make cutting-edge technology accessible to every ordinary person, they designed various modules, which contain all the tools that may be needed to solve corresponding problems.

For example, if you want to unscrew a screw, give you a set of hardware tools.

This will certainly cause a waste of resources, but this is nothing to an ancient civilization with extremely developed productivity and abundant material materials.

The advantage is that an ordinary person can complete average work with only the tools and corresponding instructions in one module without knowing anything about the relevant technology.

The upper limit cannot be exceeded, but the lower limit can be guaranteed. The more advanced the module, the less professional knowledge it requires from the user.

The [Type B advanced medical module] that Lu Meng wanted was such a relic of civilization.

With such a module, even he, who knew nothing about medical technology before, could complete a simple surgical operation on his own.

"Okay." Wei Hong nodded. This kind of medical module is a must-have for the rogue ninja group who licks blood from the knife's edge. Her boss also reserves a lot of it in the Xizhen bar.

"But I need to transfer it to you in the warehouse. It may take a while."

Although the module itself is precious, it is not irreproducible.

When the tools and medicines in the module are used up, just replace them with a new batch according to the module design blueprint, even if they are substitutes with similar effects.

This is also the reason why module technology has been rapidly popularized in ancient civilizations. Now that civilization has collapsed several times, the people in the wasteland can still enjoy the legacy of the ancients.

What is truly non-renewable is the innovative ability to design new modules.

Wei Hong called Zhang He and gave him a few instructions, asking him to go to the bar's storage warehouse to find the module Lu Meng wanted.

She herself stayed in the bar, pestering Lu Meng, the "headquarters messenger", to talk about his experience of escaping from Rebirth Town and what he had seen along the way.

Lu Meng could only combine his previous gaming experience in "Swordsman" and adapt it to Wei Hong.

Who doesn't know how to brag?

Coupled with Lu Meng's understanding of the world view, for a while it was so colorful that it was still watertight, which made Wei Hong admire him again and again.

During the chat, the "Kiss of Holy Fire" wine had burned away, leaving only a strange black slime at the bottom of the cup.

In order to prevent ordinary people from accidentally ordering cocktails for communication, they are not designed to be drunk.

Lu Meng thought while sipping the ale Wei Hongxin poured for him.The feeling of being slightly tipsy surged through the nerves, but it was just in the range that could stimulate the mind while keeping one awake.

After this round of transactions...

There must be means of self-defense.

He looked at the hand crossbow hanging behind the bar and said, "Do you sell that crossbow?"

Wei Hong looked back and said: "This is a failed trial made by our boss. The actual range is less than 30 meters. I only hung it here because it is still new. It is used as a decoration. It will be replaced in a few days." If you want, I can give you a crossbow."

"I also thought it was quite small and exquisite, and I wanted to buy it back as a souvenir." Lu Meng lied casually. If it was really a military crossbow, he wouldn't be able to use it with his arm strength. "It seems that our aesthetics are quite similar."

"Really? I think it's pretty, too." Wei Hong looked a little happy, "If you like it, I'll give it to you."

"Can you give me your boss's things?"

"He doesn't even want things that he can't sell, and why should he keep saying that I have poor taste..."

Just when Lu Meng and Wei Hong were chatting together.

A strong man in a leather vest opened the door and walked in. He looked around for a while and then walked straight towards a table in the corner.

There was originally only a man in black drinking wine silently at the table. He was not surprised to see the strong man sitting down carelessly. He just moved his position. It was obvious that the two had known each other for a long time.

After the strong man drank a large glass of water and wine, the man in black refilled it for him, and then he spoke:
"Song Chai, did you lose the bet again?"

Song Chai didn't answer, pushed away the wine glass handed by the man in black, picked up the wine bottle and drank it all in one gulp.

"Falcon, please stop talking sarcastically and introduce me to whatever you have recently."

The man in black is named He Falcon. They were originally the eldest and second brother in a gang. After making a name for himself, He Falcon had a bright idea and found a way to join the city. Gradually, he became a district supervisor and became famous.

Song Chai believes that muscle is truth and continues to manage the gang and is also a bully.

It's a pity that no matter how big the pond is, there are many fish. A small gang like them can only fight two or three people. Even if they manage a large number of refugees, if they are short of money at the critical moment, they have to come to their brothers in the city.

He Shun also doesn't mind using his "big brother" to solve problems that are inconvenient for him to come forward.

"How can there be so many uses for you." He Shuan said slowly, "There may be one fat sheep..."

He stared at the bar with narrowed eyes.

From this angle, Wei Hong's side face could be vaguely seen.

"What the hell are you looking at that woman again?" Song Chai didn't even look back, already not surprised by He Falcon's motives for sitting in this corner.

Otherwise, why would the director of Tangtangfang City squat in such a tavern every day?

"I said brother, don't worry about it. Wei Hong is fat, but she is not an ordinary employee. Do you still want to attack people who are doing business?"

"How can you call a girl fat?"

He Falcon's words choked Song Chai, "Besides, I want you to see the scavenger she is talking to."

Song Chai followed his gaze and saw the strange scene of Wei Hong giggling at Lu Meng's words. Even he was a little surprised:
"Why does Wei Hong like this scavenger? Don't worry, I will make sure your love rival disappears as soon as I take action."

He Falcon just sneered when he heard this:

"Hmph, I see that all you think about is muscles and birds. For a grown man, all you think about is the love between children.

"It seems that you don't know the scavenger. If I hadn't been paying attention, I wouldn't have known him. I wonder why Wei Yi is getting more and more arrogant..."

As the director of Fangshi, He Shuan is far more sensitive to changes in purchase prices than ordinary people, and his news channels must be more reliable.

Wei Yi's performance has doubled in the past few months, and He Shuan is very curious about the reason.

If gang leaders like Song Chai knew about it, they would probably know about it. At most, they would regard Lu Meng as a slightly more capable scavenger.

He Falcon was different. He was concerned about where this scavenger got so many cultural relics from.

Some he had never seen before.There may be a big secret hidden behind this. For example, Lu Meng found a large ancient civilization base that has never been discovered, and moved some things from it every day in exchange for money.

After hearing He Falcon's explanation, Song Chai nodded: "I don't understand.

"I'm just a scavenger, why do you need to be so concerned about me?"

"You don't need to understand," He Falcon patted Song Chai on the shoulder, "When you get out of the bar, help me bring this person to your gang, and I will go find you."

If this base can be found, He Falcon's status in Fang City may be further improved.

Even without the existence of this base, he had already planned to "invite" Lu Meng over, but he didn't expect to meet him at the West Town bar today.

It’s best if you can recruit them.

But if such talents cannot be used by me, then other colleagues cannot benefit from them either.

Of course, He Falcon still believed that Lu Meng had mastered an unknown secret base.

As for making a fortune on your own ability?

As the city manager, he clearly knows how difficult the work of scavengers in the wasteland is.

After all, this situation was caused by them. How could they allow someone to get rich like Lu Meng?

You can also come to the bar.

"If he doesn't know how to praise..." He Shuan's eyes narrowed, "Don't you still know what your background is? If you can't figure out your position, just kill him."

"Be smart when you do it, don't get discovered." He was still a little worried about the possible relationship between Lu Meng and Xizhen Bar.

Song Chai patted his chest: "As long as I take action personally, you don't have to worry. Besides, it's just a scavenger. What can he do to us?"

"Okay, when you come back, no matter how many coins you lose in this bet, I'll cover it all!"

He Falcon and Song Chai had a drink.

While talking and laughing, the fate of a scavenger was decided.

……

The Type B advanced medical module looks like a silver-white box. When opened, there are medicines and disposable surgical tools labeled in order of use.

Lu Meng checked it based on his past life memory and confirmed it was correct.

This medical module was regarded as the organizational support provided by the Lang Ninja Group to him as the "Headquarters Messenger", so he did not receive Lu Meng's coins. Anyway, he couldn't afford it with his own money.

But when Wei Hong wanted to give him the crossbow, Lu Meng still insisted on paying the only 200 coins he had left.

This is a matter of human nature.

And she was very considerate and gave Lu Meng two more crossbow arrows.

This kind of hand crossbow is commonly known as the "toothpick crossbow" in the wasteland. It is an exaggeration to say that the miniature crossbow arrows it fires are toothpicks, which are the thickness of disposable chopsticks from ancient civilizations.

Three rounds of wine.

Wei Hong started talking nonsense.

Although he was originally a carefree person, now it was obvious that he was under the influence of alcohol.

Zhang He quickly grabbed her, and if she continued to drink, no one would be watching the store.

Lu Meng also helped to support Wei Hong, but his eyes were clear.

Not drunk at all.

It's not that Lu Meng has a good drinker, his physical fitness is only 5 points, which is at the level of an ordinary person. He is definitely not as good as an alcohol-tested female warrior like Wei Hong.

The little girl was simply happy and drank more.

In addition, I am in charge of the bar all year round. Although I am not immersed in it, there is nothing taboo about it.

He also deliberately guided it.

After all, a brain numbed by alcohol is more likely to be hooked.

On the contrary, Lu Meng didn't take a few sips.

Don't dare to drink or get drunk. If you get drunk, your attributes will be reduced.

There were already very few.

'But even so, she didn't say a few words about the real inside information of the Lang Ninja Group. It seems that she was still on guard against me subconsciously. '

Seeing that Wei Hong had already fallen asleep on her stomach at the bar, she was almost speechless.

He could only say goodbye to Zhang He.

Before Lu Meng left, Zhang He grabbed him mysteriously and gave him the 450 Kai coins "toll fee" from before.

If he can establish a relationship with his boss, how dare he not be sensible?
Lu Meng smiled and did not refuse, but still left 50 Kai coins. This amount was considered a normal tip range.

Zhang He took it awkwardly and looked at Lu Meng's back as he left calmly, consciously understanding what Lu Meng meant.

Collecting money is to pat yourself on the back, and tipping is to show that you can forget the past—an adult with status like Lu Meng would not be the same as him.

Once out of everyone's sight, Lu Meng suddenly lowered his body and entered the [Stealth] state.

He has a sneaky look. If he sneaks out of the bar, he will be more eye-catching.

He was carrying a medical module on his back and holding a tube of medicine in his hand. He quickly evacuated and applied it on the crossbow arrows.

Lu Meng recalled the scene just now with a joking attitude.

If Zhang He really felt embarrassed, shouldn't he use his own money to support Brother Lu?
Just getting his money back doesn't matter, Xiao Zhang really doesn't know how to behave.

Lu Meng turned left and right, and just when he thought no one would be following him, his attribute panel suddenly popped up.

[Life Skills: Stealth 12→13 (Basic)]

Stealth skills have been upgraded.

Lu Meng, however, became wary - the upgrade speed was abnormally fast.

This means that he has triggered a special state when leveling up his stealth skills. Someone with a perception attribute that exceeds his stealth skills is watching him!

In this state, the experience of practicing stealth will be doubled, but at the same time, the concealment effect of stealth will actually be invalid.

Being followed.

(End of this chapter)