Vehicle manufacturing is not what military tech does best, and it's not their main business.

However, the Beamon armored vehicle, as an armored vehicle product, has been on the list of the most trusted armored vehicles year after year, accounting for most of the share of the high-end armored vehicle market.

Seeing this car, Andrew quickly dispelled his doubts -

Because the car is not sold to the public at all, only the ruling entities and corporations can buy this armored behemoth, and military technology can be seen at the border every day using this car to transport soldiers.

It is estimated that he is a man in a suit, and it is better for him to ask less questions.

So, he introduced Lille to Mike, the mechanic, and walked away.

"Wow... This is the first time I've ever touched this car, and even though it's covered in 3.8 cm armor and a windshield that can withstand heavy machine gun fire, the strong driving force can still keep Beamon in a sinful environment...

Oh, look at this huge crate, the Beamon Behemoth... Oh, wait, why does the container seem to be missing a part? ”

In addition to the occupancy of people in the rear compartment of Beamon, there are also pop-up cargo boxes on both sides, and it is one of the pop-up cargo boxes that Lille and V unloaded.

Mike, the mechanic, was already hooked when he saw the car - unlike the broken cars driven by the wanderers, this is the real behemoth.

But why is a piece missing? No wonder he looks at this car and seems to be a little..."high and low legs"?

Lille smiled: "Just fix it, don't ask questions." ”

"Uhh

"You just have to fix it." Lille looked at the time, "I'll give you two hours, there is a tip for repairing it, and it can't be repaired... You may have to deduct some 'performance pay'.

Where is the communication tower? ”

"It's not far away, go out and turn right for 300 meters and then turn left, it's obvious, you can use it as you like."

Lille nodded slightly, motioning for V to follow.

As soon as he went out, he saw the signal tower not far away, which stood out in this wasteland.

Connect the communicator to the cell tower to find the sheriff's channel for him in a wide area, and contact the person he is looking for.

Willie McCoy, the wanderer's middleman.

When you climb the signal tower, you can feel the desolation of this place even more.

In fact, looking at the wasteland from a higher vantage point, it's not like there's nothing here – there are plenty of ghost towns to be seen.

These ghost towns were left behind by some companies that wanted to develop the wilderness, but they went out of business before they could develop them, and are now camps for wanderers.

V found a suitable connector in the electrical box and connected the mobile radio station: "So now we are looking for a wanderer to help us smuggle?"

Do you know what Night City says about them? The parasites of society, the criminals who hide in the badlands. ”

"Of course I know, but in reality the real wanderers were farmers decades ago, Night City, Washington... Many of the buildings in the city were built by them, as were the ghost towns and oil wells in this bad land.

You're from Heywood, and you'd treat them like wandering Heywood. ”

"That's horrible—wandering Heywoods, they sound like locusts."

Whew--

The communicator rang.

"Hey? Who is it? ”

Lille immediately said, "Dennis Burger King, it's Willie McCoy, right?" Something asks you, can you smuggle now? ”

"Ahhh Someone saw a Beamon drive into town this morning, and you're the guy in the car? ”

"I ask you, if you want to make money, don't talk too much."

"Hmph - you think everyone is like you, and can do anything for money? I don't trust you..."

"Fifty thousand euros."

“... I said..."

"One hundred thousand."

"I..."

"It's quite tough, 150,000."

On the other side of the phone, it was clear that McCoy's train of thought had been disrupted --

Everyone should remember that the homeless are poor, far poorer than they think.

They lacked everything but cars, weapons, medicines, prosthetics, food, and even clothes.

The wanderer middleman is no better, there is nothing but freedom in the wasteland, and it is too difficult to make some money.

So everyone has to rely on so-called "family ties" to support each other – which, of course, can also significantly reduce the need for high returns.

150,000 euros is an unimaginable number for them.

McCoy's breathing became heavy, but quickly recovered: "Damn it, demon! Shut up! I... I said it's not about money!

The border checkpoints are now closed to customs for approval, and no one can smuggle, you know! At least 3 months later!

I can't declare you now! ”

V's heart sank - you can't wait three months in this hellish place, can you?

She looked at Lille, only to find that Lille chuckled lightly and said with ease: "Yes, it seems that you still know the rules." ”

"What? You... You're lying to me! ”

"It's not all -- you say you can't now, that is, there are customs declarations that haven't passed before? Name, location, I suspect that this batch of goods has something to do with the military department. ”

"You fuck, dog thing, you..."

"What are you anxious about, I just suspect that it has something to do with the company, and I have nothing to do with the company - so let's do it, you send me this job, and I will help the client pull the goods."

And I'm willing to give you a 100,000 yuan referral fee. ”

On the other side, McCoy turned off the communicator for the time being.

He especially admires Lille's ability to tell nonsense with his eyes open - all of Lear's words point to one thing, and that is that he is a military agent who has come to investigate the recent smuggling of no anomalies!

But he didn't say it so bluntly, gave McCoy a condition that was hard to refuse, and gave him the stairs down.

McCoy can't tell now whether he's serious about investigating or taking advantage of the opportunity to make some extra money - and maybe both, of course.

His flushed face cooled down quickly after taking a puff of his cigarette, and just as he was about to speak, Lille added:

"Think about it, 10,000 euros is enough for an entire tribe to buy medicine for half a year, and if you use it to add alcohol to 2 fuel, it is enough for a fleet to use it for four or five months."

McCoy was a little puzzled - what do you mean, this is to tempt yourself?

But he just said that the remuneration is 100,000 euros?

Lille continued: "It's a pity, time is money, and now the reward is 90,000 euros, congratulations, your medicine and fuel are gone." ”

McCoy's freshly cooled face was red again--

"Damn, you're kidding me? You drove a military Beamon armored car, and then let me tell the client that this guy was the one who helped him smuggle?

Who do you think will believe? ”

"80,000 euros - I can pretend to be a Bakir family outcast who doesn't want to merge into the Snake State, but the car is a real problem.

So you're going to have to lend me a car, and the good news is that I can put my car on you, and a car is life, isn't it?

Well, now it's 70,000 euros. ”

McCoy felt like his heart was beating wildly every time he said one more word - money! That's all money!

"Bastard! Aren't we talking! ”

"But if you don't do it, I can only deduct some money from the fund to make up for my wasted time, 60,000 euros."

McCoy lost his mind - just a moment, a fleet's fuel bill for a year was gone! And medicine, food...

He hated why Lille had reminded him of what he could do with 10,000 euros, and now his mind was full of the money he had lost!

He's got to decide!

"Good, good! You damn stinky dog, you don't have anything but money, do you? I'll do it! I'll do it! ”

Lille's tone changed, from the ease just now to the coldness: "In this case, I am now your superior and customer, work hard."

Also, you speak so dirty, no one should have taught you how to speak, right?

Mr. McCoy, who is short of everything, including money, now costs 50,000 euros, would you like to give you some more time to think? ”

McCoy almost crushed his teeth - that's hard to earn.

"No need! I'm going to get someone to drive there right now! Yes, you're in the same place! I don't want to give you the location of the clan...

Gold Lord! ”

As soon as the words fell, V laughed out loud, and quietly gave Lille a thumbs up, and said silently: Awesome, Lille.

It felt like McCoy's tongue was going to cramp.

Fortunately, the wind was louder at this time, otherwise McCoy would have been angry when he heard the laughter.

Lille smiled and continued: "Then I'll wait for you here, I'll give you 3 hours." ”