PS: It's better not to go back to the public, old readers, and it's finally finished changing. Or you can choose a third-party platform that is not synchronized, and the change should only be the main site, you know.

Coming out of the Lihua Hotel, Jiang Chen declined Zhao Chenwu's invitation to stay at the Paradise Island Hotel for free, and walked straight to the Development Bureau of the Sixth Block.

The inner ring has changed a lot, and when he came here a few months ago, all he remembered was the spider tank with the three-edged barrel and the heavily armed soldiers. And now it's the well-dressed pedestrians on the streets.

The radioactive dust in the sky is still suppressed, but the entire base has added a different style.

That's prosperity.

Zhao Chenwu's B-tall car is no longer a rarity. Now there are a lot fewer armored vehicles patrolling the streets, and there are gradually more private cars. Walking along the busiest areas, you can see buildings expanding everywhere.

Showing the genetic ID on the EP to the guards on duty at the door, Jiang Chen walked into the hall.

"Hello sir, do you need any help?" a waiter sat at the front desk, turned his pen to look at Jiang Chen, and asked in a very professional tone.

"I want to buy a few plots of land here to open a factory. Flipping through the brochure placed at the front desk, Jiang Chen said casually.

It's a fake to build a factory, just build a warehouse and fool around when the time comes, the key is for the 200 square meters of real estate certification.

With a bank on the verge of a bank in the sixth block and a 30% stake for sale, this big piece of cake is just too tempting.

Imagine that there may be no more than 20 factories and small workshops in the sixth block combined, but now that the per capita wealth has increased several times, how many times will the total economic output have to swell? It is no exaggeration to say that the number of 20 will increase more than five times in a year. The birth of banks will undoubtedly speed up this process.

How many people will beg for a loan at that time? Investing in a bank will definitely make a profit without losing money.

"You are welcome to invest in the Sixth District. However, sir, the land in the new industrial zone that is being developed has been sold, and perhaps you may want to consider buying it from the owner. ”

"Sold out, so quickly?" Jiang Chen was stunned.

Although it is expected that the land in the newly developed land will be somewhat sought-after. I didn't expect it to sell so quickly.

Frowning, Jiang Chen pondered for a moment before continuing to ask.

"Is there a ready-made property for sale? anywhere. ”

Hearing this, the waiter was stunned and glanced at Jiang Chen with a strange expression.

"Perhaps. But why don't you go to the consignment shop in the market area and ask?"

Jiang Chen: ""――

Commodities and real estate are basically traded in consignment houses. It is often in the form of the seller filling in the sale information. Store the relevant materials or vouchers in the consignment bank, and the person who is interested in buying will get the order, and then negotiate the price with the seller in person. After the transaction, the buyer only needs to move the subcrystalline to the consignment house and can take away the consignment items.

At this moment, Jiang Chen was holding such a list in his hand. It is printed with the words "sold in store, price negotiable".

Stopping at the door of a store, Jiang Chen looked the store up and down.

Perhaps in order to save electricity, I saw that on the electronic signboard, the words "Artificial Leg Boutique" were written in black pen.

There was a bit of dust on the wooden windows, and the rusty metal shell patchwork of the security doors looked a little bleak. Hesitantly raising his hand, Jiang Chen was just about to knock on the door when the door slammed open.

A square-headed and square-headed "small TV" jumped out very suddenly, so frightened that Jiang Chen almost didn't pull out his gun.

The metal welded mouth opened and closed rapidly, and shouted in a thin electronic voice: "Welcome! We provide mechanical legs and mechanical prosthetic fittings. To provide the best service to the wastelanders who have accidentally broken their limbs!"

Staring at the robot that connected the body and the skull with a spring, Jiang Chen's brows jumped, he roughly understood why there were no customers in this store.

The greeting looks like this, and someone will come to call out the ghost.

Unceremoniously pushing away the scary-looking tattered robot, Jiang Chen strode into the store.

The room was not very bright, there was a faint smell of engine oil, and unknown metal appliances and parts were displayed on the walls, except for the people at the front desk.

Jiang Chen looked around and shouted tentatively, "Ahem." Anyone?"

No one answered.

Nobody, or are you busy with something else?

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Chen walked upstairs along the stairs behind the storefront.

At the end of the stairs was the attic on the top floor, and from the open door came the babbling of self-muttering. The occasional popping sound always gives people a sense of foreboding.

"Is there a problem with the CPU? Well, no, it should be the engine control element"

The door was open, and so was the roof. The room was filled with bizarre equipment, with small astronomical telescopes in the corner and holographic devices that appeared to be nebula maps. In the center of the room is a cylinder with a radius of about one meter and a height of about two people. The sharp head

"Rocket!?"

The young man, who seemed to be disturbed by the startled voice, fiddled with a screwdriver, turned his head to look at the door.

"That's right! it's a rocket!" he tossed the screwdriver aside and rubbed his messy oily curls, smiling.

Jiang Chen looked up and down at the two-person cannon battle, and suddenly laughed.

"Haha, someone can finally see the charm of this thing I designed. However, that person was mistaken, and his face instantly showed a happy expression, and he walked towards Jiang Chen with open arms.

Quietly dodging the hug that had obviously not taken a bath for a few days, Jiang Chen coughed.

"I'm here for—"

"Invest, right, I know. ”

"No, you might be wrong—"

"Shhhhhhhhhh ”

With that, the man walked briskly to the corner of the room.

Glancing at the man with a strange expression, Jiang Chen hesitated for a moment, but still followed.

"The powertrain is normal, the hydraulic balance system is normal, the fuel tank is normal," he muttered an incomprehensible word as he quickly tapped the buttons on the silicon touchpad, his eyes glowing with what was called fanaticism.

Jiang Chen stood behind him. He looked at the row of unclear gauges.

"You're—"

"Ignition!" The excited roar startled Jiang Chen, interrupting all his doubts.

A hand, slammed against a red button.

Woo!

A burst of fire erupted in the center of the room, scorching flames spewing onto the base made of unknown metal. The floor began to tremble. The glass windows emitted a piercing scream. The waves of qi rushed towards the two of them, Jiang Chen stretched out his hand to block the violent air current, and his face was full of shock through his fingers.

"Damn, what kind of plane are you doing-"

"It's a rocket! Space, I'm coming! Haha. Launch!" The man struggled to his feet against the raging currents, put his hand on the handle of the device, and jerked it to the top.

The air pressure increased instantly, and the young man was simply lifted against the wall. Jiang Chen barely managed to stand firm with his strong body index, and just when he was about to lose his bearing, he opened the nitrogen shield on his right arm.

The nitrogen shield suddenly spread out from Jiang Chen's right arm, and the nitrogen gas that was interfered with by the special position quickly formed a compressed circulation, sweeping away the violent air current.

The impact is instantly lifted.

"Thanks, man. The young man barely held his body. He smiled awkwardly and got up from the ground.

Turning off the nitrogen armor and glancing at the black shadow that had rushed into the sky, Jiang Chen glared back at the man fiercely.

"Shoot rockets in the house?" Although what shocked him even more was that the technology of the future would allow rockets to be launched in the house?

When the man heard this, he sneered, and scratched his hair like a chicken coop.

"It's okay, there's no rule in the Sixth Block that you can't shoot anything into the sky. ”

Jiang Chen was speechless.

Patting the messy clothes, the man cleared his throat, and then stretched out his right hand to Jiang Chen.

"Jiang Lin. The owner of the prosthetic leg boutique in the sixth block. ”

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Chen stretched out his hand and shook him, looking at him with a strange expression.

"Can you tell me, is there any necessary connection between a prosthetic leg and a rocket?"

Jiang Lin smiled embarrassedly. Reaching out and touching his nose, he said, "The prosthetic leg shop was opened by my father." ”

"What now?" Although he asked, Jiang Chen had already roughly guessed what the situation was.

The son failed to inherit his father's business, threw the family's property aside, and started a rocket?

"I'm not the stuff for that," he shrugged a little lonely. But then he came again and beckoned to Jiang Chen as if he was interested, "Show you something interesting." ”

After speaking, Jiang Lin left Jiang Chen behind again and walked quickly to the room for another time. Jiang Chen looked at his actions in a daze, sighed as if giving up, and followed.

"According to the set program, my Explorer 8 will enter a synchronous orbit at the first cosmic speed, look!"

I saw Jiang Lin's fingers tap on the touchpad a few times, and the brilliant light and shadow began to intertwine, and the ring-shaped imaging device converged into a shocking impact.

"This is our planet. Jiang Lin smiled and opened his arms, embraced the non-existent light and shadow, and turned back to Jiang Chen and raised his eyebrows proudly.

Jiang Chen's pupils dilated, shaking in disbelief.

"Damn, it's a bunker"

Teal, and dusk.

It was the first time he had looked down on the land, and it was almost indistinguishable from the world except for its color.

The azure belongs to the ocean, and the clouds that should have been white have been mixed with an unhealthy darkness. The unhealthy color belongs to radioactive fallout, chemical dust and industrial exhaust gases. The soil in the northwest is faintly dark green, presumably belonging to some kind of mutant flora. I remember that Sun Jiao mentioned before that there seems to be a place called the United Nations District in the north. To the south of Baiyue, the mottled darkness can be seen, which is the color of the scorched earth.

Because it is in low-Earth orbit and orbiting synchronously with the Earth, Explorer 8 can only glimpse the situation on the Asian side. But come to think of it, the side of the earth shouldn't be much better.

"From all angles, the planet is no longer inhabitable for humans. Although this sentence did not sound very optimistic, Jiang Lin's tone did not have any waves.

After speaking, Jiang Lin stretched out his finger and tapped on the touchpad, and the perspective of the screen switched instantly.

"This is here?" Jiang Chen asked out loud as he recovered from the shock, staring at the rows of ribbon-like fragments on the holographic screen.

"Space junk in low-earth orbit forms a ring of planets in low-earth orbit. The battlefields of World War III are not just on the ground. Jiang Lin smiled, then operated on the touchpad, zooming in on the image coming from Explorer 8.

"Most of the debris is the wreckage of space-based weapons, space stations and satellites, as well as orbital attack ships and anti-satellite missiles. The other part is the wreckage of a lunar facility, which was sent into low-Earth orbit by the kinetic energy of the explosion. ”

Space-based weapons, such as the Staff of God. He suddenly remembered a diary he had read.

Looking at the pieces of metal wreckage, his face was full of shock.

Not because of the severity of the war. (To be continued.) )