After drinking the soaking wine, Qi Lin declined Cheng Yanqiu's invitation to let him sit at the Thunder City branch of the Cheng Consortium, and walked to the streets of Thunder City alone.

Although the atmosphere in the city was quite tense, there were still a lot of players coming and going on the street, and Qi Lin saw at a glance that these players were mainly divided into three types of people. The first type is the hunters and mercenaries who have just returned from the north of the city, many of them have wounds, and their clothes and armor have blood stains that have not completely dried up, and some of them still carry the "trophies" brought back from the outside on their shoulders.

This type of player has the most expressions and emotions, some are tired, some are frustrated, and some are excited...... In all sorts of ways, Qi Lin even saw a guy who was missing an arm and a leg, drinking the inferior beer in the can, while bragging loudly to the people around him.

The second type is the beggars who huddle on the side of the road or on the corner of the street, because the outer space of the city is compressed by mutated creatures, Thunder City also has to put these low-level players from the outside shack area into the city...... After all, sometimes, these people are still a little useful, and they can be used as cheap cannon fodder by handing out a few rudimentary weapons and half a moldy rye steamed bun.

In the wasteland, human life is not valuable, but it is still a resource.

From time to time, hunters and mercenaries who have just returned from the battlefield will walk up to these poor players, picking and picking like goods on the stalls, and occasionally a few female players who seem to be okay-looking will negotiate the price, and then the former will hug the chosen woman and leave the place.

The whole street is an open skin and meat market.

In addition to alcohol, the only thing that can help players who are fighting on the front line relieve the nervous stress is sex.

As for the third group of people on the street, they are the most active and clever - intelligence traffickers.

This kind of people, there will be no shortage of them anywhere, they have their unique ability, they can mix a bowl of rice empty-handed, I have to say, this industry does have its attractiveness.

Due to being besieged by the army of mutant creatures, the development speed of the originally rapidly expanding Thunder City has been greatly curbed during the time that Qi Lin has left, and the changes in the buildings in the city are not very large.

Qi Lin didn't know what happened after that day, but Persephone, as one of the few people he had interacted with in Thunder City, decided to visit first.

After all, not only did Qi Lin lack equipment now, but he also had a large number of mutant biological serums in his backpack that he had just picked up from outside to shoot.

The Lexingxing Shield Trading House is still the same, there are two expressionless NPC guards standing at the door, Qi Lin walked in quickly, only to see that in the lobby, there are rows of weapon racks on display, and there are many players walking between the weapon racks, choosing the equipment they are satisfied with.

"Do you need anything?" A sweet female voice sounded on the side, and Qi Lin looked back and found that it was an NPC waiter wearing a skirt with the Lex Star Shield logo printed on it.

"That...... Persephone, no? Qi Lin asked.

"I'm sorry, I haven't heard of this name, but is there anything else you can help me with?" The NPC attendant said respectfully.

"Haven't heard of it?" Qi Lin was stunned, could it be that after that, Persephone left here? This NPC was recruited from the Mastermind later?

Otherwise, even if Persephone no longer worked here, the employees would not have forgotten the name of their former boss so quickly.

"Hmm...... Then you can call the person in charge here. Qi Lin pondered and said.

"I'm sorry, but general customers don't have this authority, unless you can prove that you have a sufficient reason to need the person in charge of our firm to come forward in person......"

Is this reason sufficient? Or do your leaders not want to do business anymore? For NPCs, Qi Lin didn't bother to explain anything, and directly lifted the corner of his backpack, revealing a dense pile of needles filled with mutant biological serum.

"I'm sorry, guest! It's me who lost! The NPC waiter immediately apologized in panic, although she is just an intelligent AI randomly generated by the main brain, but in terms of humanized settings, it is no different from a real person.

"Your side, please."

With that, the NPC waiter took Qi Lin to a small private room at the back of the hall that was quite comfortably furnished, and said, "I have already sent someone to contact our supervisor, please wait in the VIP room for a while, if you have anything you need, I can provide you with any service......"

As the NPC waiter spoke, he inadvertently raised his hand to unbutton the top two buttons of the skirt jacket, and a pair of plump and white peaks immediately propped up the clothes, revealing a deep ravine.

Combined with the NPC waiter's beautiful face and a hint of shyness on his face, the temperature in the small private room suddenly rose.

Ha? This Lexingshield Consortium also sets up this kind of function for NPCs?

Qi Lin was stunned, but he didn't have an X-worm in his brain - for Qi Lin, this was just an artificial AI that was simulated into a woman's appearance, and having a relationship with such a guy was like using a high-end inflatable doll.

What's more, the devil knows if there are cameras or anything in this VIP room.

It seems that in order to leave time for Qi Lin to "do things", he waited for twenty minutes, the coffee on the coffee table was cold, and the "supervisor" in the mouth of the NPC waiter was late, it was a middle-aged man with very thin hair, bloated, with a big belly, and a suit that didn't fit well, the suit had been completely deformed, and people couldn't help but worry about whether the button on his chest would fly out directly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was in a hurry just now—" The director of the comptoir pushed open the door, rubbed his palms and walked in with a smile, and after the first glance he saw the untouched clothes on the NPC waiter, he couldn't help but show a slightly surprised expression on his face.

He knows the charm of these high-priced NPCs from the mastermind, and he often calls a few NPC waiters to his office to enjoy it in his free time.

There are a lot of wealthy customers, and after being served comfortably by beautiful NPCs, they will be relatively easy to talk about business, but this young man in front of him ...... Obviously dressed as a down-and-out hunter, like this kind of person, even those poor people on the street outside can probably be settled, a clean and beautiful woman sent to the door, he didn't even touch it?

The director muttered secretly in his heart, but the expression on his face was adjusted all of a sudden, and while smiling, he made it to the sofa opposite Qi Lin, and said, "Listen to the people below, you have a large batch of goods?" I don't know what you're trying to do with-"

Before the director finished speaking, Qi Lin put the backpack heavily on the coffee table between the two, and the glass needles filled with serum in the backpack collided with each other, and immediately made a dense clanging sound.

Hearing this voice, the supervisor was startled, and instantly felt that the sofa under his ass was as hot as an oil pot, and he couldn't sit still anymore, got up and walked around the coffee table, and wanted to reach out to the heavy military nylon backpack.

However, the supervisor's hand was halfway out and still reacted, and he quickly stopped, turned his head, and looked at Qi Lin eagerly: "That...... Can I take a look at the goods first? ”

Qi Lin didn't speak, just nodded, indicating acquiescence.

Without any worries, the director immediately opened the backpack - with a clattering sound, countless mutated biological serums slipped out of it and fell onto the coffee table and the floor stall.

"This ...... So much?! ”