The captain nodded, then he approached Fang Linyan, bent down, stared into his eyes, and said seriously,
"Kid, that's not a car. For Hans, it is his wife, lover, Shooter (local slang, referring to the aggressor in GAYS), caramel-flavored doughnuts, James Bond … Without this car, he will go crazy, so I want to give you a piece of advice, that is, don't play tricks! There are 24 hours in a day, 60 minutes in an hour, and I, Captain Lucan of the Iron Fist Brotherhood, can find you every minute! "
Fang Linyan shrugged and said,
"I'm an honest person, sir. People who are familiar with me like to call me Honest Wrench!"
Captain Lucan's mouth twitched, then he tilted his head and said,
"Okay, Mr. Wrench, you can go now."
***
Dirty, messy, but full of vitality.
This was the first impression of Yangfan City to Fang Linyan.
When he first entered here, he almost thought that he had come to the slums of India. The building materials of the houses were gasoline barrel walls, cut barbed wire, and abandoned rubber tires. There were also colorful clothes hanging around. Only a small number of brick-and-concrete structures filled it.
Of course, there were more traces of battle left by the devastation, so people were busy repairing everywhere, trying to heal the wounds caused by the war. Obviously, there was a huge force managing here. The order in the entire Yangfan City was quite good. There were almost no crimes such as smashing and robbing.
After close contact and even integration into Yangfan City, Fang Linyan could feel that there was indeed a powerful and barbaric force in this dry, dirty, and rough city.
According to the news Fang Linyan heard, the source of this power, which was the organization marked by the clenched steel fist, was called the Iron Fist Brotherhood!
After the mechanical civilization retreated, it often gave humans a period of time to breathe. It would take more than a month at the latest to make a comeback, so temporary and false peace temporarily came to Yangfan City.
Not only that, Fang Linyan found that although they were facing such a bad situation, the people here were not desperate. There was a strange vitality shining in their bodies. How should he put it? They were like worker ants dominated by the queen ant, working silently and selflessly. No matter how bad the environment was, they would work hard with gritted teeth.
But at this time, Fang Linyan had no time to delve into these deep-level secrets. The first priority he paid attention to at this time was how to get the remaining 600 utility points, because he felt that he could still try to complete another milestone: Time is Money, my friend.
At this time, he had already gotten 1400 utility points, and there were still 53 minutes before 6 hours. He just needed to get the remaining 600 utility points in the remaining time.
According to Fang Linyan's previous experience, the benefits obtained from adventuring in these opened worlds were proportional to the risk and difficulty.
Time is Money, My Friend. The difficulty of completing this milestone was not small, so the title that he could obtain must be quite useful. Therefore, he was now nervously looking for a shop that could cash in.
Although it was impossible to sell the utility points directly in the shop of the indigenous people, it was possible to use a roundabout way to exchange the valuable items on his body for some rare items in the shop, and then sell the rare items to the space for money.
Therefore, in this case, after Fang Linyan inquired about it, he directly came to the front of a two-story building. The outside of this building was also dilapidated. It was made of gray stones and yellow soil. At first glance, it was so dirty that it almost looked like a toilet. Only a mechanical steel arm hanging at the door swayed slightly like a sign. Above the mechanical arm, the words "Bison Stamping Workshop" were scribbled.
Fang Linyan was a cautious person. After taking a few steps to the side, he found that the side of this shop was actually modified directly from the carriage of an old double-decker bus. It could be said that everything was used to the extreme. On the roof of the bus, there was a camouflage warning device with a diameter of more than 3 meters that was constantly rotating. It was silent when it rotated, which showed the precision of its craftsmanship.
Fang Linyan opened the straw curtain at the door and walked in. He was greeted by a familiar smell of engine oil. After adapting to the light inside, he could see a large iron counter in front. A bearded man with a naked upper body and only a leather apron snorted and said,
"Kid, we don't have what you want here. Get out of here quickly. Also, keep your hands and feet clean if you don't want to go out with a limp."
Fang Linyan sighed, walked forward, and threw the backpack on the iron counter. Of course, the rest of the things inside were put into the storage space, then he raised his chin,
"This is the goods I brought, take a look?"
The bearded man looked at the tattered clothes on Fang Linyan's body disdainfully, and he sneered with his yellowish teeth,
"Kid, we don't accept waste here."
Fang Linyan took a deep look at him,
"You will regret it."
After speaking, he picked up the backpack and walked out. The bearded man snorted contemptuously, picked his nose, and pasted the sticky yellow unknown object on his finger on the counter next to him,
"Me? Regret? Hehehehahaha, are you kidding! "
Then he yawned loudly, then he lay directly on the counter and slept.
After an unknown amount of time, the bearded man suddenly felt someone pushing him. He fiddled with his head impatiently and continued to sleep on his stomach. However, in the next second, he felt a sharp pain on his head. He immediately jumped up and shouted in pain. When he touched his head with his hand, he realized that someone had poured a cup of boiling water directly on his head.
Just as he was about to curse, he forcefully swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth. This was because he suddenly saw an old black man with a head full of dirty braids glaring at him fiercely. The old black man was full of vigor. His left arm was broken at the elbow and had been installed with a mechanical arm. The old black man then roared:
"Atos! You idiot, what did you do! "
Atos said with a bewildered expression, "That's right.
"Ah!? Sir Gagie, what did I do? I didn't do anything! "
The old black man Gagie laughed angrily,
"Then why does the kid at the door refuse to sell things to us? Claiming that our Bison's vision is so bad that we are not qualified to buy his things at all? Are you the one who caused all this? Now the people in the Bistav Arms Shop next door have started to laugh at us. "
Atos was also angry when he heard it. Their Bison Stamping Workshop had been open for more than 10 years. Some people said that they were tyrannical; some said that they were arrogant; some said that they were a group of lunatics … They didn't care about these reputation at all; they directly took it as a compliment.
However, if someone said that they had bad vision, then they really couldn't tolerate it. This was pouring dirty water on their proudest place! He had to make a clear distinction between right and wrong with others.
Therefore, Atos immediately rushed out like an angry bull. He pushed open the door and roared angrily, "You're a bastard!
"Who the f * ck is talking nonsense!"
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