The rhinoceros sat pitifully on the cold metal chair in the waiting room, but his head twisted back from time to time.

It wasn't until he saw that the AK-197 was already hanging around someone else's neck, counted the number of the other party, and glanced at the X-5 in awe, that he died and watched Ma Ping'an walk back with tears in his eyes.

Ma Ping'an ignored the rhinoceros resentful expression, patted him on the shoulder and sat next to him, first breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "I found that there is no waste weapon recycling station here, and I finally found a kind person who is willing to help me dispose of it."

You know, these things can't be littered, they will pollute the environment, even if they don't pollute the environment, it's not good to hit flowers and plants, children..."

Beside them, the dumb leopard and the black bear had already hidden their weapons with a clear eye, for fear of being seen by this demonic patron...

Fortunately, Ma Ping'an didn't seem to be very interested in the so-called antique-level BQ-Y7 artificially guided electric energy missile launchers, laser rapid-fire guns, KTY pressure-detonated mines, etc., and said bluntly: Well, you said earlier that you were willing to accept my commission, so now can we talk about the contract? ”

The rhinoceros finally heard the good news and immediately nodded violently: "Of course, of course!" ”

The signing of the contract is also simple, as long as the mutual identity chip is opened, and then the agreement between the two parties is recorded with voice, and the agreement between the two parties is confirmed by pressing each other.

The contents of the contract are as follows:

Article 1: Existing Pentax. Ma (ID number XXX) hires the Beast Adventure Team Rhino (ID chip number XXX), black bear (ID chip number XXX), and Dumb Panther (ID chip number XXX) to rescue hostages XXX (ID chip number XXX).

Article 2: Pentax. Ma is willing to pay an advance of 10,000 yuan to the beast adventure team, and after the work is completed, he will pay the remaining 90,000 yuan.

Article 3: Until the hostage XXX is successfully rescued, the Beast Adventure Team will work full-time for Pentax. Horse service, no other entrustment shall be accepted.

Both sides use this as a basis.

Ma Ping'an read the contract and asked, "Mr. Rhinoceros, is there any problem?" ”

The rhinoceros played the contract recording twice more and shook his head, what he understood best after listening to it for a long time was the second one, there were 10,000 yuan in hand first, what else could there be a problem...

After pressing each other's confirmation, Ma Ping'an transferred 10,000 yuan from the account, and then stretched out his hand with a smile and said, "Happy cooperation." ”

The rhinoceros looked at his account, counted a few circles, grinned at the corners of his ear, and quickly stretched out his hand: "Thank you, Your Excellency... No, no, no, it's time to call the boss... Our Beast Adventure Team will be happy to serve you! ”

"Happy working together!" Ma Ping'anjun's face was full of smiles, and he smiled like a cockscomb.

The identity chip has a wireless network, and the hell XXX was searched by him from the missing person information on the Internet.

It is said that he disappeared when he set off from Xinqin to the tropical rainforest for scientific research, and although I don't know what it looks like, I believe that the mutant beasts will not be too picky eaters.

It is estimated that they rely on rhinoceros in this life, and there is not much hope of finding her, 10,000 yuan to collect three fierce men who work for nothing, and earn...

Ma Ping'an, a semi-free laborer, is not bad, although today is the day of the flight's arrival, but look at the time is still early, pulling the three big guys in the simple service department next to the waiting hall to rub it.

Speaking of which, even if it is Sisi, the posture of eating is not much better than that of these three hungry wolves.

In the swamp, in addition to compressed dry food, only the spoils of Ma Ping'an's hunting could be enjoyed, and the service department's rough but completely different flavor of the meal made her happy.

After eating and drinking, I bought a ticket from the sleepy conductor, and it didn't take long for a loud roar to sound.

Looking out through the transparent skylight, a silver glittering cigar-shaped aircraft slowly landed on the tarmac.

The space transporter to Paris would arrive later, and Ma Ping'an ran over to meet Chuck in a graceful manner. Lee hugged him goodbye, and then set off with a group of hungry guys.

Running such a broken route will naturally not be a good model.

The Cigar 73 space transporter, with 36 seats, but with a huge cargo compartment that is more than twice the size of the passenger cabin, is more appropriate to say that it is a freighter than a passenger plane.

The interior decoration is also very simple, a blue rubber aisle divides the cabin into two halves, the artificial fur seats have been black and balling, and even the beautiful stewardess who often appears on TV has been replaced by an aunt in her thirties, which makes Ma Ping'an disappointed.

But for Hu Si and Sisi, who have never really seen the world, they are still very excited.

If it weren't for Ma Ping'an pressing the two of them on the seats in the cabin with his eyes, I am afraid that before they take off, they would have walked around the hundreds of square meters of space.

With a rumbling sound accompanied by a violent tremble, the space transporter slowly left the ground, and then a backward thrust pressed the person tightly against the chair, and it took a while to ease.

"What kind of garbage transporter, like the tractor in my hometown, doesn't even carry shock absorption and pressure reduction..."

Ma Ping'an cursed a few words fiercely, loosened the safety belt, and turned his head to the porthole.

This transporter is not without its benefits, at least the two-metre-high floor-to-ceiling portholes are a major feature.

Through the slightly blue tempered glass, thin clouds like catkins floated on the soles of their feet.

In the gaps in the clouds, patches of green could be seen speeding by, and occasionally lakes reflected the sunlight like a string of golden beads.

Hu Si and Sisi had already stopped their initial restlessness, and lay quietly at the window, looking at the beautiful scenery they had never seen before.

However, Ma Ping'an only glanced at it twice, and then turned on the virtual screen of the chip storage instrument and started working.

Every time you go to a new place, try to learn everything you can about that place, which is a good habit to develop.

New Demon City, the second large settlement built by the Remnant Alliance, number 02.

At this time, there were seventeen large settlements (cities) on Earth.

Except for Ice Blue, which is a new city built in the melting ice at the edge of Antarctica, the rest of the city is basically rebuilt on the same site.

These 17 cities have a total of more than 60 million survivors, accounting for about 60 percent of the total population.

3074 years ago, the magic capital was one of the world's famous metropolises, and it was also an important scientific and technological and economic center in Huaxia.

In 3792 AD, after it was confirmed that the radiation had weakened enough for humans to live on the ground, the Demon Capital, due to its strategic location, became the first settlement of choice for the Remnant League in the East.

After years of hard work by the remnants, a majestic new city has re-established itself in the East.

By 3900 AD, when the reconstruction was complete, the population of the new demon capital had reached 1.26 million, accounting for 4% of the total population of the remnants at that time.

Its increasing prosperity has attracted a large number of remnants.

By 4100 AD, the population had recovered to 6.15 million, accounting for 6% of the total population of the remnants, and the remnants called it the Oriental Paradise.

In the aftermath of the apocalypse, the remnants of humanity dismantled the original concept of the state and replaced it with a unified global coalition of remnants.

However, a globally unified policy of democratic governance does not seem to be suitable for human beings with their inferior roots.

In the process of continuous improvement of the living environment of human beings and the gradual recovery of science and technology, the alliance of remnants that evolved from a non-governmental organization has gradually lost the concept of "unremitting struggle for human survival" when it was founded.

As a result, after hundreds of years of ups and downs, within the Remnants Alliance, a split was inevitable after all.

In 4045 AD, 32 years after the success of the 'Genetic Repair Project', some of the most powerful figures in the Remnant Alliance left the Alliance's headquarters for unknown reasons and began to cultivate their own power within the Remnants.

On the surface, these people are engaged in legitimate activities, such as doing business, running for elected governors in certain regions, and so on.

And the military forces they have privately cultivated are also named in the names of "XX Security Company" and "XX Military Hobby Association", etc., and there is no violation of the "Earth Survivors Code", so the Survivors Alliance has not been able to pursue them.

By 4100, more than 50 years of development, combined with their unscrupulous style and already excellent talents, had formed a huge force among these people.

At this point, the Remnant Alliance has not only been unable to restrain them, but has become a de facto puppet government.

However, the headquarters of the Remnant Alliance also controls the core part of the 'Transhuman Project', one of the most cutting-edge technologies on Earth, as well as a superhuman force that is said to be extremely powerful.

So on the surface, these places are still under the orders of the League of Remnants.

But in fact, a metropolis like the Elephant Demon Capital has long been controlled by some local magnates with private armies, and the only one that really belongs to the headquarters of the Remnant Alliance is Lhasa, which is closest to the headquarters of the Alliance.

In these regions, the Code of Survivors of the Earth, which emphasizes equality, freedom, and mutual love, has become a dead letter.

Human beings, who have lost the constraints of the legal system, suddenly exude infinite imagination and destructive power, and all kinds of unbelievable dark industries continue to rise, and underworld gangs have also emerged.

Where there is competition, there must be war, and the victims of such wars are often ordinary people who are caught between the two sides of the war.

Because there will be casualties in war, even if it is a battle between small groups, there must be supplies, and the gang without economic resources is often the first to be eliminated.

As a result, civilians who are in the sphere of influence of hostile gangs have become the best targets for robbery and blackmail...

In this case, finding a stronger gang to add people has become a means of saving lives.

However, how to determine that a gang is not seemingly powerful, but in fact it is a straw bag, also requires a certain amount of experience and vision.

So much so that at some point, the first thing civilians say when they meet is to communicate.

'Did you get in today?' Or, 'Which one are you in today?' It became the hottest buzzword.

And the magnates who actually have control of the region have a laissez-faire attitude towards all this.

As long as a gang isn't big enough to threaten their rule, no one cares about murder and arson.

In the slums of some areas, the consequences of the breakdown of the rule of law have made these places a place that can only be described as hell.

Although the League of Survivors claims to uphold the principle of freedom, he does not dare to post these rebellious articles everywhere because of the experience of identity chips, and it took him a lot of time to collect these materials.

Gently clicking on the virtual screen with his index finger, a smile appeared on the corner of Ma Ping'an's mouth.

Lao Tzu was also a gangster back then, and he was a little less courageous, so he didn't mix much, and he was afraid of the police at that time.

But it seems that no one cares about this ghost place, with the ability of this life, if you don't stir up some waves, how can you be worthy of yourself.

The space transporter had descended at high speed, and outside the porthole, white clouds had drawn beautiful arcs and were left far behind.

Ma Ping'an stretched, turned off the virtual screen, and looked out the window...

In the distance, towering buildings have appeared on the horizon.

Looking at the high-rise buildings like a forest, Ma Ping'an suddenly had an urge to roar loudly!

Damn, I'm in town again!