Not long after the garrison left, another group of strong men broke in. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info They were all wearing white vests, holding wrenches, hammers and other labor tools in their hands, and they rushed in without a sound, looking very orderly. The strong man led by him looked around the door, and when he saw the iron slag, he immediately strode over.

"Are you alright?" Lu Dali looked stunned.

"Hmm." Iron Slag nodded.

"Let's go, then." Lu Dali waved his hand and left with the workers. The person in charge of the meeting just now attracted a lot of attention as soon as he saw Tie Slag and Mu Qianhe come in, and he didn't dare to rush forward to recognize him. After all, they are doing illegal business, so naturally the more low-key the better, but they didn't expect an accident to happen in a blink of an eye, so they had to hurriedly run back to help.

Iron Slag and Mu Qianhe settled the account and followed. Then, under the leadership of Lu Dali and others, they plunged into the depths of the block. About half an hour later, the group arrived at a factory in the slum area.

As far as the eye can see, there are old staff dormitory buildings all around, ranging from five to ten floors, with beige wall paint on the surface, but they have crawled with mold spots, and large areas have fallen off, revealing the light red bricks and mortar underneath. The balcony was hung with all kinds of colorful clothes, but mainly underwear, only a few canvas workers' clothes and some old-colored coats.

In front of the factory is a vacant lot, paved with black cinders and asphalt, which at first glance looks fairly smooth, apparently compacted by a road roller. Then there was a rusty iron fence gate, and then there were rows of factories made of iron sheets.

As Lu Dali walked into the factory, the iron slag soon found that although the appearance here was a little messy, the inside was in order. There is a reasonable distance between the different factories, and the floor is covered with thick cement slabs, which are cleaned and spotless.

"This is the testing workshop of power armor." After a while, Lu Dali walked into the innermost factory building of the factory with iron slag and Mu Qianhe and introduced.

It's about a few thousand square meters, and it's empty, except for a row of iron shelves by the wall. On the iron shelves are helmets, shoulder armor, arm armor, leg guards, etc., of different sizes and shapes. At a glance, you can see that it is not the same specification, but a patchwork of patchwork.

Iron slag is no stranger to this, most of the things in Iron Mountain Town are assembled from parts in the garbage heap. Whenever the businessmen shouted, it was the same as the top customized products, what Great Wall Company's engines, Harley's bearings, Western Heavy Industry's wheels, and Wilderness Heavy Industry's brakes......

............At this moment, several workers were assembling a tester with a power armor, and from time to time there were a few sounds of filling or deflating.

"There are 50 sets of finished products in this batch, and they will be delivered in a few days." Lu Dali pointed to the power armor component on the iron shelf and said.

"How's the performance?" Iron Slag asked. He was still a little uneasy about what he had put together.

"It's okay, it works." Lu Dali said.

"Hmm......" For this answer, the iron slag is obviously a little dissatisfied. But Lu Dali didn't seem to notice it, but continued: "At present, the biggest disadvantage is that the model is not uniform, there is no large number of spare parts that can be replaced, and it will be more troublesome to maintain. ”

"That's not a problem." Iron Slag said. Lao Niu was born from a patchwork of second-hand parts, and if it is only about this ability, it may still be above them.

"That's good......" Lu Dali put his hands on his chest, looked at the busy testers, then turned his head and asked at the iron slag, "How about it, do you want to try it?" ”

"Forget it...... Iron Slag hesitated for a moment and said, "I have other things to do, after you finish the test here, hurry up and contact Zhao Wenke to transport the things over." ”

"Great!" Lu Dali said briskly.

After leaving Black Flag Town, Iron Slag went back to Spring and Autumn Heavy Industries, and wrote a handwritten letter crookedly, asking Canghaiya to go to Tianmen Ancient Town in the Far East to extract the rare metals needed for the aircraft at the Ancient Temple. After grinding off the imprint of the Brilliant Temple, he contacted Chubu Heavy Industries for smelting. Due to the very large scale of the metal refining and processing plant, Chunqiu Heavy Industry has not yet been able to set it up on its own, so it can only fake others.

"Why don't you go to the Great Wall Company?" Cang Haiya asked. Although it has been separated for more than 100 years, the older generation of Spring and Autumn Heavy Industry still has indescribable and unexplained feelings for the Great Wall Company. As soon as there is business, it is natural to think of them.

"Isn't it tiring to transport it around?" Iron Slag asked rhetorically.

"Uh......" Cang Haiya choked for a moment, then sighed and said, "Okay." ”

Next, Iron Slag and Mu Qianhe returned along the same path, first sent the latter back to the Storm Fortress, and then returned to the Chifeng Fortress himself.

As soon as the car was parked, Lilith hurriedly ran over, shouting as she ran: "Boss, the people of Sakata Industry are so arrogant!" ”

"What's wrong?" Iron Slag jumped out of the driver's seat and asked. When driving a jeep, he was never used to opening the door and getting out of the car normally

"Our patrol passed by their mine, and they fired warning shots." Lilith said, looking indignant.

Iron Slag thought for a while and said, "Wait, I'll talk about it in a few days." ”

"Okay~" Lilith nodded in response, then stepped forward and pulled the sleeve of the iron slag, and asked, "Boss, have you eaten?" ”

It was noon in Desert Five, and the fierce sun shone on her healthy wheat-colored skin, smooth and translucent, and it was a little tempting.

"Not yet." Iron Slag said.

"Shall I invite you to a cold beer?" Lilith said with an innocent smile.

"Okay." Iron Slag said dryly.

It didn't take long for the two to arrive at the annex building located on the east side of the fortress, which served as a commercial center.

"Welcome, Red Moon Bar."

Pushing open the door of the bar, two female waitress who looked good and had a good figure greeted them and bowed in greeting. The name of the bar is taken from the red color of Chifeng Fortress and the name of the proprietress Satsuki.

After sitting down, Satsuki took a small notebook and personally served the iron slag.

"Boss, what do you want to eat? There are fresh lobsters~ and veal that grew up listening to music~" Satsuki said.

"Go ahead and get two cold beers." Lilith muttered. She has a treat today, and she can't get something she can't afford to eat.

Satsuki looked at the iron slag with an inquiring gaze.

"Whatever." Iron Slag said.

"Western Longlisa black malt beer?" Satsuki asked again.

"Lucheng cold beer is fine." Lilith bit her lip and said, why can't Xiaoyue get along with her today, she talks about the most expensive things.

"It's still Long Lisi, no, I'll have a treat." Xiao Yue glanced at her and said.

"Okay, okay, then Long Lis." Lilith said unhappily.

"Thank you." Satsuki bowed deeply to the iron slag, and then went to the bar to get a drink. After a while, Satsuki held the disc and brought over two bottles of beer stained with ice dew.

"Yay~Cheers~" After Satsuki left, Lilith picked up the beer bottle and touched it with the iron slag.

A sip of cool beer dissipated the heat of the journey, and Iron Slag exhaled heavily, put down the bottle, and then hooked his finger at Lilith.

Lilith leaned over immediately, her bulging chest gently pressed against his arm, a look of anticipation.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Iron slag said lightly. Things went smoothly with the flying machine and power armor, and his mood was much more relaxed.

"I ...... That one...... When the ...... was really spoken, Lilith looked a little squirming.

Iron Slag looked at her quietly, as if he were looking at a small animal.

"I ...... I think...... Processing money ......" Lilith blushed and held back for a long time before she spoke.

"Friend......" Iron Slag grinned, "don't think too much. ”

"Uh......h Family...... It's not easy for people to ...... Only then did she mention the courage of ......" Lilith looked aggrieved, and her delicate appearance seemed to be about to cry.

"Don't overthink it." Iron Slag said. In this camp, there is no shortage of people who want to raise their salaries.

"People...... People still invite you to drink beer......" Lilith swayed her body, her full chest rubbing against Iron Slag's arm, consciously or unconsciously.

"That's useless." Iron slag was expressionless and unmoved.

Finding that it was useless to pretend to be pitiful, Lilith immediately changed into a puffy look, picked up the beer that had not been finished with iron slag, poured it down, exhaled vigorously, and said, "I don't invite you to drink it!" ”

"What do you want money for?" Iron Slag asked with a smile.

Seeing that things seemed to be turning around, Lilith immediately regained her soft and weak appearance, and while launching a chest attack, she pressed against it tightly, and said squeamishly, "Boss, there is a new clothing store upstairs. ”

"And then?" Iron Slag pretended not to understand, took Lilith's beer and drank it.

"People...... People have taken a fancy to a dress......" Lilith said with a slight flush of blush.

"Uh......" Iron Slag almost squirted out a mouthful of beer, surprised, "No, you want to wear a skirt too!" "The female thief from the southern cemetery doesn't match the skirt no matter how you look at it.

"You ......" Seeing the stunned look of Iron Slag, Lilith's heart was greatly hurt.

But she has lived a life of pit abduction since she was a child, so she quickly recovered, snatched the beer from the iron slag's hand, and poured it in a big gulp.

"I ...... I'm not going to invite you! She was so angry that her chest rose and fell, and she couldn't speak a little bit. But with a slight movement of Iron Slag's hand, a gold coin drew an arc and flew into the air.

In an instant, Lilith's eyes flashed, she jumped up from the table, grabbed the gold coin in the air, and landed firmly back on the table.

"Boss, isn't it enough~" After getting a little sweetness, Lilith began to grind tofu again. Grinding, grinding, and finally scraping together enough five gold coins, he immediately twisted his small waist, shook his little buttocks, ignored the gold owner who had just given money, and ran upstairs to buy a skirt.