Shen Sen got a total of two things from the alien prawns this time.

After half a day of tossing, it now seems that the money of these four "alien pets" is destined to be spent in vain.

Psychic broadcasts couldn't affect them anytime soon, and he didn't have the ability or time to study the biological makeup and DNA of these things now, and in general it was useless.

But it's a pity to lose it, maybe you may need it in the future, why don't you raise them first?

Two thoughts flashed through me.

Shen Sen thought about it for a while, and decided to leave these little things and hand them over to Luke to raise, just as it was to invest in the early stage of alien prawn research to train guinea pigs.

"You can stay here from now on!" He lifted the cage in front of him and set it aside.

Maybe his words worked, or maybe the "pets" of these prawns felt oppressed by psionic energy.

They gradually quieted down, hiding in a corner of the cage, curled up together, like a frozen green shrimp.

Ignoring these little guys, Shen Sen hesitantly looked at a black plastic bag placed on the table.

Inside is the "miracle medicine" of Nigeria given free by Carlro's "black brothers", which is another thing that belongs to the alien prawns.

Frowning as he lifted the plastic in front of him, he reached out and untied the plastic bag.

Inside the bag, a piece of pink meat, soaked in dark green tissue fluid, emitted a fishy smell.

I heard from that gang member that it was a piece of meat from the heart of an alien prawn.

Shen Sen endured his nausea and tried to touch it, and then his face was a little surprised.

Because it's not so much meat as the tissue on this prawn feels more like a flexible rubber tire.

The flexible muscle fibers are pressed down to convey a strong sense of rebound, which is estimated to be used as a football kick.

"No wonder ....."

Shen Sen sighed thoughtfully, because he remembered that in the movie, the physical fitness of prawns was much stronger than that of humans.

Jumping around on top of a three- or four-meter-high container, teeth can bite through tires, and a single impact can easily tear off one of a human arm.

The strength, speed and explosiveness of this would not have been possible without such organizational support.

The body of carbon-based organisms is mainly composed of water, proteins, lipids, sugars and inorganic salts, as well as vitamins.

However, although the prawn looks like a carbon-based life, there must be other elements in its body composition that go beyond these substances, which makes the body tissue much stronger than that of humans.

Shen Sen secretly noticed that he had added this discovery to his future plans, and he might focus on promoting it when he had the conditions in the future, maybe this technology could be used on humans.

Now, though, the question is what to do with this piece of meat?

Due to their ignorance and tribal traditions, the Nizhiya gang were influenced by their gang witches, and fantasized that eating the meat of the prawns would be an aphrodisiac and cure the disease.

But Shen Sen didn't know that this was simply impossible.

In addition to those unreliable effects, the main reason why the Nizhiya Gang is keen to eat raw prawns is actually to use the powerful weapons of prawns.

Lasers, plasma, and high-frequency compressed air waves, these weapons that only exist in the fantasy of human research, have become the regular firearms of the alien prawns, showing amazing power.

A single shot can smash an enemy into minced meat, easily blow up a building thousands of kilometers away, and a weapon in your hand can explode a mushroom cloud like a nuclear bomb.

It's so powerful, it's a killer in the world!

Therefore, both the Nizhiya Gang and the MUN organization are trying to frantically collect the weapons of the prawns, hoping to use these powerful forces that can change the situation in the whole world.

Unfortunately, prawns' weapons are activated by their race's genetic control.

Without the same genetic information as them, these weapons are just a pile of scrap metal in the hands of humans.

While the genetic identification of weapons may not be very perverted, the techniques displayed by the prawns are either the fluid fuel that activates the spaceship or the liquid mass that appears during information detection.

These details show that biotechnology has been integrated into all aspects of the prawn civilization and is their backbone science.

And human beings, a civilization that is still a toddler in biology, have not even studied it thoroughly, let alone crack the DNA information of alien prawns and apply it to themselves.

This is the generational gap of civilization!

Even human beings, as an intelligent race, can understand and know how to do it.

But this process is more difficult than building an airplane with his bare hands.

Although there is no specific data, Shen Sen does not know that the civilization of the wasteland world and the prawn civilization are a little more technological.

But he has a faint feeling that the development of the civilization of the prawns is beyond his imagination.

Even if he had obtained the spaceship, it would have taken an incomparably long time to understand the technology inside.

Looking at it this way, this piece of meat of prawns is still very precious.

Although there is no hope that you can get the prawn gene by eating it, this kind of thing still needs to be experimented with to get a definite answer.

After all, people and human constitutions are different, and it can't be generalized, what if someone has this talent and eats the genetic mutation?

Thinking of this, Shen Sen didn't hesitate, and rushed out the door and gave an order.

……

After staying in the wasteland camp for nearly half a day, and after dealing with the backlog of things, Shen Sen was ready to return.

Before that, he had to make a trip to the warehouse, take care of some things, and take the meat in the plastic bag with him for the guest tied to the back of the car for his last supper.

Outside the warehouse at Camp 1123, two pickup trucks were parked and stacked with AK-type firearms that looked like burning sticks to the camp guards.

Compared to the usable electromagnetic weapons left over from the wasteland world, these guns in the Ninth District world are indeed not very good-looking.

The black is coarse, the shape is not very delicate, and the material is very average.

According to the opinion of a warlord on the earth in Shen Sen's previous life, only when a weapon is good can it have combat effectiveness, and from a certain point of view, Shen Sen also agrees with this statement.

Physics and geometry seek perfection, and the weapons born from their foundations are not immune to the influence of their laws.

Moreover, only an organization with a strong military technology will have the heart to design the appearance of equipment in addition to firepower.

Therefore, there is a certain amount of rationality to the statement that weapons are beautiful and powerful.

Although the gun is not very good-looking and very backward, it can be used for a short time.

This is the best choice for the current helpless situation, which can make up for the embarrassing situation of having guns and no bullets in the camp.

The STC site pointed out by Old Man Li is too far away from the camp and needs sufficient force to ensure it, and the little reserve of electromagnetic gun bullets in the camp is far from enough.

When the time comes, they will have to rely on these outdated weapons to support them on a long march to find the standard module of the STC Pioneer light mech.

By the time Shen Sen came here, more than a dozen guards were under the command of Zhang Ting, unloading the AK and matching bullets in the carriage.

A handful of black rifles and boxes of bullets disappeared from the carriage at the speed of naked eye technology, leaving only a little bit.

Shen Sen left nine hundred rifles to the camp, as well as nearly a hundred base number of matching bullets.

In addition, there were hundreds of grenades purchased by Shen Sen, which was almost enough for one operation. (Auto Rifle 1 base: 300)

He was going to bring the rest back to Blue Star and use it for the truth party in the Stinky River settlement.

It is necessary to speed up and get a solid position, and these cannot avoid conflicts with the underground forces in the neighborhood, so they must prepare early.

"Sir, you're here!"

"Chief!"

"Sir!"

Zhang Ting, Luke, Carlo and so on, almost everyone who received Shen Sen's order was basically here, and they all saluted after seeing Shen Sen.

"Well, hurry up and unload the truck, and we'll set off after unloading."

Shen Sen waved his hand and let the guards continue to work, and then he took Carlo Zhang Ting and a few people to the back of the second pickup truck.

At the rear of the car, there was a thick hemp rope tied to the back of the car, with bright red blood stains on the rope, and at the end of it, a person's hands were tied.

This person was none other than the white man who blocked their way after the "Shanghi Building" killed people with a gun.

His hands and feet were pierced by Shen Sen, but at this time, the wound was no longer bleeding and had coagulated into a bloody scab.

The rest of the man's body was a little miserable, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and his body was full of wounds that he couldn't bear to look at, and he looked extremely weak and dying.

However, after seeing Shen Sen coming, his body struggled violently like a fish about to die of lack of oxygen.

His blood-red eyes revealed madness and resentment, as if he wanted to immediately devour Shen Sen, who was quietly watching him in front of him, alive and kill him with very cruel means.

"You damn yellow-skinned monkey, bastard, and you nigger, I'm going to kill you, kill you."

"Our gang will not let you go, you will be like all ching chong who died at our hands, you will die a miserable death......"

(Ching Chong resembles a Qing Dynasty slave, a disparaging name.) ）

As if anticipating his end, the white man did not want to ask for mercy, but instead cursed with hatred, wanting to fear the people in front of him.

"Really? I'll see. ”

Shen Sen's expression didn't change in the slightest, although the man's individual words did make him feel a trace of anger that he hadn't seen for a long time, but he didn't need to be angry with a dead person.

"Now, I won't say anything more, before I die, according to the custom of my hometown, let you be a full ghost."

"Wilson......" Shen Sen turned his head and handed the piece of meat in his hand to Wilson, who was looking nervous.

"Feed him, and entertain our noble guest, and give him a noble death, like their lord."

"Yes, my subordinates understand!"

Wilson lowered his head and respectfully took it, looked coldly at the man who was barking, and let out a sigh of relief.

He was angry and terrified at the moment because the damned, fellow white man was insulting his leader with dirty words.

"How dare you, you trash, you make me feel ashamed, a great shame!"

Wilson angrily picked up the crippled man and grabbed him by the throat, turning his face blue and letting out a painful gasp.

"You trash, you can only wash away my shame if you die in pain, but before that, thank my leader, it is his mercy that allows you to eat your last full meal."

Wilson threw the man aside, pulled out the pieces of meat from the bag, and cut them into small pieces.

"Click!"

With a crisp sound, Wilson calmly slammed the white man's chin off.

"Ah......h

Wilson stared at the man coldly, his face unchanged, mechanically shoved the remaining meat into the man's mouth, and forced him to swallow.

The dark green juice flowed down the man's eating, and Wilson's rough movements made the man roll his eyes.

After a few minutes, the man finally ate all the meat of the alien prawns.

But before he could recover his composure, Wilson had found two long wooden pillars, tied in the shape of a cross, to which the white man was tied.

"You...... Want...... Dry...... What? ”

The white man watched Wilson's mysterious actions, and a wave of panic suddenly grew in his heart, and he seemed to know the fear at last.

Death is not afraid, what is afraid is not knowing that you are dying that way.

"You ......" the man tried to say something, but his jaw had lost sensation and he could only let out a whimpering wail.

Wilson continued to do his thing despite it, and at last he seemed to have done everything at last, and in the boundless fear of the white man, he walked unhurriedly to the man standing on the ground and tied to the cross.

"Do you know how your Lord died?"

"Woo woo...... The white man twisted his body frantically as if he was frightened, and began to struggle.

Wilson smiled kindly at the moment and patiently explained.

"He died in a very noble way after eating the Last Supper!"

"And you should rejoice that my leader has shown great mercy to you today and bestowed upon you an equally noble death......"

Wilson touched the man's face, his eyes gradually became cold, and he looked at the man in front of him who was about to despair like a corpse.

He raised his hand, one hand was a stone, the other was a long, thick metal cone like an iron nail, and the sharp steel head shimmered in the sunlight, making people fall into the abyss.

"Ahh......h......hh

"I ......"

Before the white man could finish his words, a miserable wail came out of his throat, but the sound sounded instantly, and it disappeared in an instant.

Only the light that was extinguished in the man's pupils was left, gradually dimming, and deep fear and despair remained.

Wilson wiped away the blood and brain that had splashed on his hands.

He looked to the west of the camp, and a bleak white sunset slowly set in the distance, just like his lord of the sunset.

Today, he knows that his old gods are dead......