With the crisp last gunshot of the Copperspotted Snake, another corpse fell in the wasteland.

Lin Mo swung his sword and shook off the blood attached to the blade, the smooth surface of the knife was spotless, there was not even a trace of blood, and the few blue and cyan runes were brilliant, and when they were included in the scabbard, they could only be restrained.

And Kitagawa Hiroya flicked his gun, took off the magazine and threw it aside, neatly replacing it with a new one.

"The last one, he shouldn't have that much energy in the Tiger Claw Gang, and it's good to be able to drive eight minions." Lin Mo asked uncertainly.

"It should be the last one, Lin Jun, thank you this time."

Kitagawa Hao also relaxed a little, and his eyes were full of gratitude when he looked at Lin Mo.

If it weren't for the other party's help, even if he had great ability today, he wouldn't have been able to clean up so many Tiger Claw Gang personnel.

At most, it is to kill that disgusting man, and then kill several younger brothers, and in the end, it is inevitable that they will all end up together.

His sister will also be trapped in that dark cage forever, and her future fate will either be suicide or complete destruction, becoming the protagonist of Black Mewtwo, reduced to a waste that will be used up and thrown away.

After so many years in Night City, Kitagawa Hiroshi is not afraid of death, but his only weakness and only weakness is his sister, and he is unwilling to die when he thinks that his sister will have that kind of fate.

"Collect money from people and eliminate disasters for others." Lin Mo shrugged his shoulders indifferently, as if he had laughed at something, and said with a smile: "I hope my little kid can satisfy you, Mr. Principal." ”

"I'm sorry, I'll admit that I spoke in a heavier tone in the morning." Hiroshi Kitagawa apologizes very sincerely:

"The remuneration you got from Kazuko shouldn't be enough to pay for the hard work of this trip, but in order to make a commission, I also used up all my savings, and now I can't come up with anything to repay you, I owe you a favor, if there is anything you can call me in the future, I will never shirk it!"

Lin Mo put the katana back into the cloth bag and retrieved the empty magazine that had just been thrown around into the bag, seemingly not caring too much about Kitagawa Hiroshi's gratitude:

"Let's talk about these things later, it's not over yet, shouldn't your most important thing now be to save your sister?"

Beichuan Hao nodded calmly, turned around and immediately ran out of the street, but halfway through, he seemed to think of something, turned to Lin Mo and asked:

"Lin Jun, are you staying here to clean up the battlefield?"

Anyway, others have also helped a lot, if Lin Mo is allowed to stay and tidy up the scene, he will be more or less guilty.

"No, I want to stay here and get this gear back and sell it." Lin Mo lowered his head, his gaze kept swimming on the guns that had fallen to the ground:

"As for the corpses, forget it, those scavengers have noses that are smarter than dogs, and they are the best at digging in the city, and they will definitely not let it go."

These rags... Is there anything worth recycling...... Kitagawa was puzzled.

The weapons that can be used by the gang members are all low-level minions, and there is nothing valuable about these people.

Even those guns are not worth much, and it is estimated that the owner will be unlucky when they are sold in a gun store, after all, they are scraped from dead people.

And compared to these N-hand goods that I don't know how many hands have turned, even if the price is cheap, people who are willing to buy firearms will definitely choose genuine products.

Because firearms produced by Arasaka companies such as Shiyu and Nobun are not expensive even if you buy first-hand goods.

Unless it is particularly valuable equipment, such as after annihilating a company convoy, the trophies such as firearms, body armor and other tactical equipment that fall from the company's security are often quite valuable and can be sold on the black market.

Kitagawa Hiroshi estimated that if he collected these tattered guns on the ground and sold them, he would probably make two or three hundred euros......

A person is not a donkey, and it is impossible to carry too many things on his body, and at most a few guns on his back is about the same.

"It seems that Lin Jun is a thrifty person." Although he was very puzzled, Kitagawa Hiroshi still blamed it on Lin Mo's virtues.

After thinking about it, he didn't stay long, said goodbye and left the place, running to the restaurant.

Lin Mo pursed his lips and began to wander around the wasteland, putting some of the good-looking firearms back into the bag as if he were recycling rags.

How to say it... In fact, he thought he shouldn't have a penchant for recycling.

Seeing the guns and equipment abandoned everywhere after the battle, Lin Mo always felt itchy in his heart, as if he had returned to the time when he was playing the game, if he didn't pick up some of the garbage all over the ground, it would be as if he had lost 100 million in blood.

It's the first time I've ever started a real battle, so I'll have to pick up some loot.

After struggling for a long time, Lin Mo still decided to follow his desires,

As for the rest, he didn't bother to take care of it.

A city has its own "ecosystem", and waste like this is usually cleaned up by the city's scavengers.

Scavengers, commonly known as kidney-cutting people, these people are like vultures in the wasteland, tomb robbers in the cemetery, from Lin Mo's point of view, they are out-and-out scum and scum.

They don't have a fixed territory or territory like other gangs in the city, and the entire Night City is their "business".

They will use simple and effective means such as beating sticks, kidnapping, and then putting the unlucky victim on the operating table, and will not waste anesthetic, using knives and drills to peel off the victim as an object, and then take away all the useful parts.

Organs and prosthetics can be exchanged for money on the black market, and even mental and emotional energy can be used as consumables to shoot Black Mewtwo and sell it in exchange for profits.

The human being is used to the extreme, like a juicer, squeezing all the value cleanly.

But few people know that the "business" mentioned above is only the work of professionals, who are the vultures of the wilderness, high above, who not only eat the freshest meat, but also have the ability to hunt.

More scavengers are incapable of hunting, they are maggots in the gutter, incompetent people who wait for the rabbit.

Homeless people can be seen everywhere on the roadside, black clinics opened without licenses in the streets and alleys, and even "corpse carriers" on the ground floor...... When the time comes, they will also seamlessly switch to scavengers to clean up the "defective products" in the city.

Objects like this lying in cramped alleys, discarded guns, etc., the homeless will not let go of these heavenly blessings.

As for the reason?

Just live in the moment.

Before leaving here, Lin Mo took one last look at the messy scene.

Every gun battle that takes place in this city will inevitably leave wreckage and tatters in the end, just like a "whale fall" on the ocean, attracting countless marine creatures to prying eyes.

But the final result is always that those who eat meat eat meat, those who drink soup drink soup, and those who lick bowls lick bowls.

Until the end, there will be people who wash the dishes with water, drink them, and enjoy the sweetness that exists in the imagination.

And just as Lin Mo walked out of the alley and came to the road, he happened to catch a glimpse of several tattered homeless men carefully avoiding his gaze and walking inside.

The alleys are dark and cramped, with tall buildings on both sides blocking all sunlight, but the road is warm and warm with bright yellow lazy gold.

Lin Mo tightened the hanging bag, sighed, and walked towards the restaurant.