After chatting with Mann for a few words, it seemed that the two big men chatting was too boring, and Mann watched Lin Mo eat oden while chatting with him.

In the end, he couldn't hold back and ran to the stall to order a oden for himself.

"Is this Dongying snack really delicious?" Mann looked uncertainly at the steaming oden in his hand.

"It's so-so, it's all synthetic ingredients anyway, and it's good to fill your stomach."

Lin Mo solved the remaining oden in a few clicks, and although the taste was average, he didn't waste food.

These synthetic ingredients from whole food factories taste really unsatisfactory.

But Lin Mo also has to admit that the development of this synthetic food technology has really reached the level of "confusing the real with the fake".

The only downside is that it's a bit untasty.

"That's right, a rich kid like you must have been short of all kinds of fresh and delicious food since he was a child, are you interested in talking about it, let me have a long experience?" Mann pokes the fish balls in the plastic box with his chopsticks.

Lin Mo put the discarded box aside for the time being, planning to take it away later and throw it away:

"Yes, but do you really want to listen? I'm afraid you'll feel unfair in your heart. ”

Born snorted without much concern, picked up the noodles and took a sip, his eyes revealing a sense of vicissitudes that seemed to have seen through the world.

"This fucking world, and this city, how can there be fairness at all, let's talk about it, little gold lord, maybe I can live that kind of life with good food and clothes in the future."

"Let me give you an example, on one of my birthdays, I ate honey that was actually produced from the beehive, and the honey was mixed in a cake." Lin Mo said calmly.

Mann was amazed, and his face couldn't help but be a little more yearning: "Real honey? How much does that cost? ”

"150,000 euros, and the amount of honey is not much, and the quality is very average, it is said that those really high-quality natural honey are sold for immeasurable prices, and they must be auctioned in the auction house."

Lin Mo stretched his waist, he couldn't help but feel a little tired just after eating and drinking, but the cool evening breeze made him sober up a lot.

He continued to look in the direction of the stall and continued:

"Anyway, I've read in some news and gossip magazines that precious natural and organic ingredients like this often sell for no less than 200,000 euros when they are auctioned at auction houses... Isn't it emotional? ”

Mann snorted coldly, and his tone was low:

"What's so emotional about this, isn't it a normal thing?"

Lin Mo rested his elbows on his knees, crossed his hands, moved his gaze down to the ground, and said after a long time:

"Honestly, it's normal, but it shouldn't be like this."

Mann was unimpressed.

After all, no matter how you look at it, Lin Mo is the one with vested interests, and the monthly pocket money may be enough for their team to pay for one commission.

It's just the occasional sigh of the little ghost head about the world.

Neither of them continued to delve into the topic, and then they chatted for a while until they were interrupted by an episode.

Suddenly came out of the back door of the restaurant, a hunched old lady, carrying a bag in her hand, staggering towards Lin Mo's side.

The conversation between the two was interrupted.

Lin Mo calmly watched as the old lady handed the bag to Mann, and the two of them seemed to be carrying out a secret transaction with the underground party, handing over the money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other.

When the old lady turned back and looked at Lin Mo's curious eyes, Mann smiled, swayed the bag and asked:

"Want to know what this is?"

"Needless to say, you can guess that this restaurant is probably some secret trading point, so many marginal people are here, I don't think the food here is delicious." Lin Mo smiled, confident.

"That's a good guess."

Mann opened the bag and revealed the liquid contained in a dose of clear glass to Lin Mo.

Immunosuppressant?

Lin Mo could see the essence of these injections at a glance.

"Yes, it's also a valuable medical drug, these things are not just casually bought, by the way, this restaurant is a trading point, you need to tell the boss, he has a way to help you get some good things." Mann explained with a smile.

Lin Mo's eyes lit up in an instant.

If there is anything that restricts him from spending money even if he has money, it is undoubtedly the lack of various contacts, ways and channels.

Like this kind of intermediary who can help you do everything as long as you give money, Lin Mo can be said to be satisfied.

"Can he help me get some prosthetic inserts? For example, the Cockstein heat sink, or the aramid polycarbonate combat suit produced by Arasaka, of course, if I can get some military vehicles, such as magic lizards or something, I can eat them! ”

Lin Mo looked at Mann eagerly.

Mann's smile froze instantly, he retracted his smile and looked at Lin Mo silently, the expression on his face seemed to say, "Are you teasing me?" ”

After looking at each other for a long time, he coughed lightly a few times, and said helplessly: "My little gold master, do you think that the person who has the ability to get these things will still open a restaurant here?" ”

"I don't think it's likely, but it's okay to ask." Lin Mo sighed regretfully.

"Don't get your hopes up too much, the boss here can get you some weapons and ammunition at most, and some medical medicines, but if you want to ask if you can get a prosthesis, I can introduce you to someone."

Mann pulls out a tube of immunosuppressants, puts it in a pneumatic syringe, and plunges it into his arm.

As the liquid slowly pushed into his body, Mann's expression gradually became pleasant.

Lin Mo watched this scene quietly, and understood Mann's reaction very well.

Due to the matching of DNA data, the biological components on his body do not produce similar immune rejection, but the remaining two prostheses [Sanweistan] and [Kronzikov] are different.

This is a purely mechanical prosthesis, and unless the body has fully adapted to it, it will inevitably produce a rejection reaction.

In the case of immunosuppressant injections, the injector will have a feeling of comfort similar to "tickling" because the rejection reaction disappears, and Mann's reaction is great, but it is not surprising.

Merely.....

Lin Mo calmly observed Mann's expression of enjoyment, and felt a little bad in his heart.

I can show this kind of expression as if I have done a full set of "big health care...... I'm afraid that the prosthetic body on this big man's body has far exceeded the danger threshold.

After a long while, Mann recovered from the comfort of "relieving itching", glanced at Lin Mo, and asked:

"Where did you just go?"

"You said you were going to introduce me to someone who could get a prosthetic." Lin Mo said.

"Oh yes, wait, here's her phone number, you can call her tomorrow and I'll explain it to her." Mann's eyes lit up and he passed the number.

Let me see which way this is a fairy.

Lin Mo opened the chat channel with great interest and saw the phone number sent by Mann.

Suddenly, his face became very exciting.

Isn't this David's fucking phone number?