At twelve o'clock in the evening, the stronghold of the Blood and Bone Gang.

Seven or eight cars came in and out, and more than a dozen workers were busy in and out.

In front of the small building of the stronghold, Mo Fan sat on the roof of a modified car and smoked a cigarette, looked at the mountains of loot piled up on the ground, frowned and asked:

"So many things, only forty-five thousand in total?"

The little brother of the Bloody Bone Gang named Jack Wang smiled and said:

"Big man, the Blood and Bone Gang is just a small gang, there is no oil and water, they can only stock up on goods for half a month at a time, and the majority of the profits must be handed over to the big gangs in the city."

Mo Fan's face was slightly better, "What about these guns?" ”

"These guns are not smuggled into the wasteland, they are cheap goods for the poor. The guns of the brothers in the gang are basically bought from the thrift market, and many of them are still sold in my store. ”

Mo Fan asked in disbelief:

"Gangsters don't even shoot guns? It's too unprofessional. ”

"The weapons of the gang members, equivalent to the diplomas of company employees, are all wall bricks. I dropped out of junior high school, and the first thing I did was to work in my uncle's shop for three months, save up money to buy a pistol, and because of my good condition, the bald boss took a fancy to me at a glance among the twelve people who interviewed the Blood and Bone Gang. ”

"Wow."

Looking at the proud Jack Wang, Mo Fan didn't know what to say, so he could only applaud perfunctorily.

Jack Wang smiled shyly and turned the topic back,

"Big guy, the weapon has little oil and water, but if you can sell us the second-hand prosthetics of a few bosses, the price will ......"

"Don't think about it, forty-five is forty-five."

Mo Fan interrupted Jack Wang's words, what he lacked now was a prosthetic body, not money.

While speaking, a middle-aged man with a fat figure, but who could see at a glance that he was a family with Jack Wang, walked over,

He is the uncle of Jack Wang's recycling shop, Bill Wang.

"Hello, the price has been calculated, a total of 45,672.38 federal coins, I can give you a round, fifty thousand, what do you think?"

"No problem." It was the first time Mo Fan had seen someone so generous.

Wang Bier took out an anonymous savings chip.

"The password is six zeros, and it can be withdrawn at any federal bank, or it can be used directly to make payments."

After saying that, he handed over another electronic business card.

"If you still have goods and want to sell them next time, as long as you are within the city limits of West, you can call me at any time. If you need to buy anything, you can also come to me. ”

Mo Fan put away his business card and picked out a blue muscle sports car from the Bloody Bone Gang garage.

Scribble off the Scarlet's graffiti on it, throw the loot in the co-pilot, and drive back to the trailer camp.

This time, not counting the prosthesis, a total of 100,000 federal coins were gained.

According to the average income of Wildwind Town, it takes 16 years to work, and combined with the average life expectancy in the local area, many people will not be able to earn so much money in their lifetime.

It can be used to buy prosthetics, and 100,000 federal coins is not much.

You can only buy a new commercial prosthesis that leaves the factory brand new, or ordinary parts, and important parts such as eyes and internal organs may not be enough.

If it is a combat-oriented commercial prosthetic, it is even more sky-high, even second-hand goods start at 200,000 federal coins.

In the realm of Yefeng Town, he relied on being a stripper to earn money to buy prosthetic body cultivation, and he couldn't reach the body refining realm if he twisted his waist out of Mars.

Mo Fan patted the co-pilot's sports bag, felt the aura from the three prosthetics inside, and sighed that there was really no windfall and no wealth.

If you want to continue your practice, you have to find something to make a living.

Go back and buy this copy of the Federal Code and see what the official employment guides have to say.

attacked the Blood and Bone Gang, he did not hide his identity, and was even ready to take advantage of this vote to accumulate fame.

Whether it is a killer or a black boxer for a large company, its own strength is very important, but what is more important is the packaging.

Without a few gimmicks of "King of Killers" and "Cold-Blooded Death", who is relieved to spend a lot of money to hire you?

Only by making a name for yourself can you receive high-priced orders.

It doesn't matter if the order is not completed, you can subcontract it to a capable but unrenowned newcomer to earn a first-hand intermediate fee.

Single-handedly taking out the Bloody Bone Gang, at least he can be regarded as the number one person in Wildwind Town, or it won't be long before various forces will come into contact with him.

If you don't go back to be a cowherd, the desk fee can be doubled

As a "quasi-celebrity", he is no longer fit to continue living in a trailer camp.

It's not easy for everyone to live, he doesn't want to cause trouble for his neighbors, and he is afraid that his neighbors will cause trouble for him.

When he got home, he simply packed up his things, took his tent, and prepared to leave.

The movement of packing up things attracted the surrounding neighbors to watch.

After learning that he was moving, several neighbors showed reluctance, and almost the entire trailer camp girls kept him.

However, when they learned that he was not going to take the RV with him, and that the house and its contents were at their disposal, the neighbors ignored him and fought for the valuable things in the house.

Mo Fan left the trailer camp and drove along the road for a while, stopping in front of a motel close to the town.

The motel is a few years old, the dilapidated walls are badly discolored, and the neon signs are half darkened and have not been repaired.

There is a "Closed" sign at the door, proving that it has not been abandoned.

Just by glancing at the door, Mo Fan knew that what was waiting for him would not be a clean and comfortable room.

The fact that the parking lot in front of the hotel is mostly empty, which is also a testament to the popularity of the hotel.

If he was a tourist, he would definitely change to another one, but what he needs now is not comfort, but quiet.

A space where he can absorb a few prostheses undisturbed.

It's just right here.

At the front desk of the hotel was a freckled boy of fifteen or sixteen, whose business was deserted, and he was playing with his mobile phone intently.

Mo Fan coughed dryly to attract the young man's attention.

"Studio room."

"How many?"

The boy glanced at him, and quickly continued to lower his head.

"One."

"How long?"

"A week."

"Single room, 30 federal dollars a day, 100 deposit."

Mo Fan swept 310 with a savings chip, and the young man said skillfully:

"Room 205, delivered before 7 p.m. a week later, please use the room in a civilized manner, if the items in the house are damaged, the compensation will be deducted from the deposit, please call the front desk hotline if you have food delivery needs."

Mo Fan took out a box of cigarettes and put them on the table and pushed them to the front desk.

The cigarette was taken from the Blood and Bone Room, a high-end item, 10 federal dollars a box.

"I need some advice."

Seeing the smoke, the boy put away his mobile phone and his expression became much more enthusiastic.

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything."

The young man looked left and right, made sure that there was no one around, leaned closer, and said in a low voice:

"I really have a couple of suggestions."

"During your stay, you'd better not order food from the store, the owner converted the staff toilet into a storage room last year to save space, and the chef didn't bother to go to the public toilet 300 meters away...... If you don't want to eat strange seasonings in your meal, I recommend that you find a mobile food truck two kilometers away, which is at least clean. ”

Mo Fan nodded with a blue face, this box of cigarettes is worth it, in order to save trouble, he originally planned to settle this week's meals in the hotel.

The boy said: "If you need to buy a gun, you can find Martin from 302, but don't look for him to buy 'medicine', 207 Pete has a lot of pure goods and the price is cheap." ”

"Shooting is forbidden in the hotel, there is a crematorium in the basement for unruly guests, and of course, for a generous guest like you, if you can come up with double the price of the damaged item afterwards, then you can demolish it."

"Finally, don't believe the little advertisements in the room, I tried, they were all lies, and the people who came were old enough to be my grandmother."