Zong Wudao waved his hand dismissively and said, "You'll understand when you see him later. Old Mo is not human at all."
"You're always talking bad about me behind my back."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the industrial ship behind him opened. A man with disheveled hair and thick black goggles walked out as he spoke.
Han Lang was surprised to find that Old Mo was indeed not human. He wore thick armor and only his hands were exposed. His nails were very long, like hard eagle hooks. His entire body was covered in gray scales and he was much taller than a human, almost three meters tall.
This must be the Skinned Old Mo. Although he was not human, he spoke the common human language of the Milky Way, just like Han Lang and Zong Wudao. Currently, the Milky Way already had a unified language and writing system. As Earth had only joined the Milky Way Alliance for a short period of time, local languages still existed.
When Han Lang, Chen Zhong, Li Qi, and other friends from the Huaxia Region were together, they would speak Mandarin. Other times, they would speak the common language of the Milky Way.
When Zong Wudao saw Old Mo, he smiled and said, "I'm not talking bad about you. You're not human to begin with."
Zong Wudao turned back and explained to Han Lang, "Old Mo is from the Leader Race, one of the few races in the Milky Way. They were born on a planet that produced nuclear materials and had high radiation, so they were naturally resistant to radiation.
"Later, the Milky Way Alliance discovered the nuclear materials in the home of the Leader Race. Because they were a minority race, the Leader Race could not resist the invasion of the human race. Their people scattered, and because they were resistant to radiation, many of them became Skinned Humans.
"Old Mo has been wanted by the Milky Way Alliance for a long time. If you need money one day, you can chop off his head. You can get a lot of money."
Old Mo had a good temper and did not get angry. He came to stand beside Zong Wudao and Han Lang.
Zong Wudao went straight to the point. "Old Mo, this is Han Lang. He wants to buy some equipment from you."
Old Mo nodded repeatedly and pointed at the equipment piled up like hills around him, saying, "To tell you the truth, the whole planet is seriously polluted, so all the equipment here has been polluted. That's why they are sold at a low price. After they are shipped back, they have to be treated before they can be used."
Zong Wudao interrupted, "Old Hei has a way to deal with these things. You can just buy some radiation neutralizing potions from him."
After Zong Wudao and Old Mo's explanation, Han Lang had understood that the so-called skinners were not evil people, but people who used robot technology to clean up the battlefield.
For example, Old Mo was a minority in the Milky Way. Under the current situation where humans ruled the Milky Way, it was not easy for him to make a living. Therefore, he took the risk out of desperation and started this kind of deadly business.
The name "Skinners" came from the fact that they often had to deal with corpses when cleaning up the battlefield. Normal people would not be willing to do this, so they disdainfully called battlefield cleaners "Skinners".
There were ten thousand official members of the Earth Federation, and they were the elites of the world. Most of them were Three-Star Supers, and there were also a few Four-Star Warriors. Most of them were leaders. According to the plan, they needed at least ten thousand sets of Three-Star Combat Suits and ten thousand weapons.
During a large-scale battle, in addition to the Combat Suit, the supers would usually add on an alloy armor to strengthen their defense. It was not easy to find a low-cost supplier like Old Mo, so Han Lang naturally hoped to buy everything he needed in one go.
Under normal circumstances, the price of a Three-Star Combat Suit was about one hundred thousand Star Coins. The armor and weapons depended on the quality and material. Weapons made of refined Tritanium Alloy ranged from thousands to tens of thousands of Star Coins. If it was a high-level weapon made of Black Crystal Titanium Alloy or Pherlon Alloy, it would cost tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of Star Coins. The same was true for the armor, which was priced according to the quality.
Han Lang pondered for a while. Both weapons and armor could be made up, but the Combat Suit was more troublesome. The Combat Suit was the most basic equipment for a warrior. Not only did it have defense capabilities, but it also had to maintain life in the water or in space. It had to be able to be adjusted at any time, and it could not be too loose or too tight. The Combat Suit was very high-tech and expensive. Even these second-hand, contaminated Combat Suits were not cheap.
Han Lang talked with Old Mo. After thinking for a long time, Old Mo said, "Well, I will sell the Three-Star Combat Suit to you at eight thousand Star Coins per set. As for the armor and weapons, plus the shipping fee, I will charge you two thousand. This is my bottom price."
"As for the Four-Star Combat Suit, I only have a dozen sets here. I will give you one million Star Coins. During the war, high-level warriors were concentrated in the center of the nuclear explosion, so most of the equipment left on the battlefield were of lower and middle-level. The high-level equipment was destroyed in the nuclear explosion along with those high-level warriors, so it is very difficult to find."
Han Lang saw Zong Wudao nodding slightly to show his approval of the price, so Han Lang agreed. 101 million Star Coins to buy this batch of equipment. If it was bought in the normal interstellar market, it would cost at least one or two billion Star Coins. It was much cheaper.
Han Lang asked about the delivery. Old Mo smiled and said, "I have been cleaning this battlefield for many years. There is not much left. When I have sorted out what you need, I will personally deliver it to you on Earth, and then I will go to the other battlefields."
While Han Lang and Old Mo were discussing about the delivery, they saw a group of people coming from afar. They were a group of hard-working robots who collected equipment from the battlefield for Old Mo. They drove a floating airship. After stopping at the camp, they sorted the collected equipment and put them in different categories.
Han Lang was very interested in Old Mo's operation. Although Old Mo was a Leader, he could not withstand the strong radiation in the core area of the battlefield. He could only stay in the periphery, and he could not expose himself for too long. Every once in a while, he had to wash his body with medicine to ensure that he would not die from excessive radiation.
Only these robots were not afraid of anything, and they did not feel tired when they worked.
If it was not for the fact that the Milky Way Galaxy law prohibited the ownership of robots, Han Lang would have bought one.
"Old Mo, where did you get these robots from?" Han Lang asked curiously.
Old Mo smiled and said, "From a trash planet. Some of the robots were dismantled and left there. I reassembled them. Unfortunately, these robots originally had logic chips in their brains, but they were all taken out when they were destroyed."
"There is a big difference between robots with logic chips and robots without logic chips. Robots without logic chips are like a group of wood. They have very low intelligence and only know how to work according to human instructions. But if a robot is installed with logic chips, it will become like a human, able to talk, laugh, and think."
Han Lang asked about the logic chips. It turned out that when the Milky Way Alliance decided to destroy all the robots, they took away all the logic chips. In order to prevent the chips from being duplicated, these chips were sealed in a heavily guarded place.
It was said that the logic chip was a relic from a prehistoric civilization. With the current level of human technology, it was impossible to manufacture it. Therefore, as long as the Milky Way Alliance did not remove the seal, there would be no truly intelligent robots in the Milky Way Galaxy.
Han Lang felt very emotional when he heard this. If a large number of robots were used, they could infinitely increase the production capacity of humans. It was a pity that they were banned.
Seeing that Han Lang kept asking about the robots, Old Mo smiled and said, "Are you very interested in robots?"
Han Lang nodded heavily.
Old Mo sighed and said, "Me too. Ever since I was a child, I have been obsessed with robot technology. These robots are not only tools that I use to clean up the battlefield, but they are also like my family. They will never betray me no matter what."
"If you like them, bring them along to the ancient battlefield."
PS: Actually, there were quite a lot of recommendation votes from the brothers. There were also many rewards, which made Jiu 'er very grateful.
The reason why the results did not go up was because there were not many clicks and favorites. Perhaps the plot was not very exciting. But please believe in Jiu 'er. Any transition and explanation was for the greater climax at the end.
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