This thing is very heavy and valuable.

Roughly estimated, at least ten silver dollars can be exchanged.

Gold and silver were hard currency in the old days, and now they are the same.

Everyone wants good things, and the scavengers who flocked around each other stared at the robotic arm that was falling rapidly from a high altitude.

"Get out, get out of here! No one is allowed to snatch him from me! Otherwise, I will chop him up!"

A scavenger over four meters tall let out a thunderous roar.

He was equipped with a triangular spider-like mechanical body on his lower body, and he seemed extremely flexible to run in the ruins. He also installed a giant engineering hook and a two-meter-long double-sided battle axe, while his right arm was a special human-like mechanical claw with a joint of up to 30 cm long.

Both your combat power and grasping ability have reached a shocking level.

Although it is in English, all scavengers are equipped with language automatic translators, so everyone is very clear about the meaning of the expression.

As soon as he finished speaking, a heavy continuous collision came from the front.

"Crash!"

"Bang"

"Clang"

These high-altitude fallen objects are very important, causing waves of flying and choking dust on the ground. The small pieces mixed in it emit a "Dingling Dang Dang" collision, and countless unknown light bodies float around.

The white square in the sky disappeared.

The sky returned to darkness like ink and paint.

The red glimmer has long disappeared. Jagged rats and mosquitoes fled from this terrifying and violent area at the highest speed they could reach. Although humans belong to their predation range, the scavengers in front of them reached an extremely terrifying level in terms of power and fierceness.

The tall spider man grabbed the heavy robotic arm with his giant claws and dragged it out of the messy pile of ruins regardless of everything.

A stout old man stepped in to block his way and shouted: "Davis, put down what you have in your hand."

The glimmer of green light nearby illuminated the white skin of the Spider-Man who was incompatible with most people, and his dazzling shiny blonde hair. He was not afraid at all, and he raised his left arm high to the assembled battle axe, with a ferocity and unstoppable tyranny on his face, slashing towards the target like a mountain pressing down on him.

"Get out, he's going to get out of here!"

The old man had a pair of pointed and thin mechanical feet on his lower body. This mechanical joint, which was more than two meters long, bent backward like a bird, with surprising flexibility. He cursed in his mouth, but did not dare to face it, so he had to avoid it sideways. At the same time, the twenty-mm muzzle installed at his waist sprayed flames and shot a powerful grenade at Davis.

The moment the fire broke out, the old man was filled with regret.

The shells and bullets are precious things. The value of this shell is equivalent to one-quarter of the engineering robotic arm. If it weren't forbidden to stand, he wouldn't have taken out the private work at the bottom of the box and shot at this damn target.

The distance was too close, and Davis rushed very hard and could not avoid it. The only thing he could do was to slightly put the battle axe in the air and use the wide cross-section of the axe blade to block the shells.

"boom!"

The brilliant flames exploded in the air, and the violent explosion shock wave quickly spread around with Davis as the center, illuminating countless greedy faces around.

The battle axe twisted into a strange dull corner, Davis lost his hearing instantly, and his mind was filled with a terrible "buzzing" sound. Even worse, a large piece of his head was cut off by flying shrapnel, and his left eye took off from his socket, with a few slender wires and bright red biological tissue hanging on the bridge of his nose. The skull was blown away about the size of an adult's palm. Standing in the distance, you can see the white worm-like brain.

His burly and tall body fell to the ground, and his mouth was filled with sticky blood. His right arm's steel claws grabbed the construction robotic arm tightly, rather than letting go.

Sudden screams immediately sounded in the darkness.

"This guy is not completely transformed, his head is just a weakness."

"Kill him and chop his head off."

"Give me his brain, at least two silver horns."

"I want his right hand."

"The right hand is mine, and I will kill whoever robs me!"

Scavengers have their own secrets, but no matter who they are, the biggest secret is the heart and brain. Protecting the body means the chance of survival. Many people seem normal on the outside, but in fact the upper body is completely made of machinery. The brain and heart are protected by alloy shells. They can be installed on the lower part of the body, on the waist, or even on the knees and elbows.

They are a combination of biology and machinery.

Pure-blooded humans cannot survive in this world.

They are too soft and can kill people with just one punch.

The old man was closest to him. He jumped two consecutively with an ostrich-like flexibly pace, jumping steadily to the half-dead Davis. With extreme excitement and impulse, he pulled out the sword with his back slanted on his body, sucked the wet and cold air, and slashed at Davis' right arm.

Only by cutting off the steel claws can you take away the construction robot arm.

"Old bastard, that's mine, no robbery."

"Chop him!"

"You leave it to me and others."

More than a dozen black shadows rushed over from different directions, two guns flew from the side, one penetrated the old man's upper body, and one passed through his waist, forming an angle. The three-meter-long gun handle trembled up and down in the air with the inertial force.

He screamed and let go of his sword, kept the gun that had pierced into his upper body and pulled it out with both hands, and ran away without turning his head.

There is no law in this world.

The scavengers came to such places to pick up money. Since they had lost the opportunity, they could only escape as quickly as possible. Otherwise, those hyenas-like guys would not be able to give themselves a way out.

Davis' head was cut off from his neck by a black-clothed scavenger. He grinned and picked up the trophy from the ground, put it into the storage box on his back, turned around and ran into the depths of the darkness at an extremely fast speed.

The human brain can be sold at a good price, especially this kind of combat-type burly man, whose head is worth at least two silver coins.

Please note that it is a silver coin, not a silver horn.

Liao Qiu looked at the direction where the man in black disappeared, and regretfully stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips, and said enviously: "That guy is so lucky."

Ling Zihan shook his head, he had an unusual calmness: "Don't think about it, those things are not something we can touch. They are numerous and powerful, with a higher degree of transformation than us, and they are very strong. We are not opponents."

Turning around and staring at the high altitude thrown in front of him like a hill, Ling Zihan said lightly: "It's better to look at what can be used, maybe you can pick up good goods."

There are a lot of substances falling from the sky, all of which are all kinds of garbage and waste.

All kinds of abandoned metal objects, vehicle wreckage, old furniture and small appliances, broken fabrics, plastic products...

There are even used toilet towels.

Everything can be recycled.

Take the sanitary towel as an example. Just tear it apart and collect the dry, untainted and flocculent soft parts, and you can sell them to merchants in the town. After simple reprocessing, a layer of clean-looking cover paper and essential packaging, you can place it on supermarket shelves for sale.

The important location of the garbage mountain has been occupied by other scavengers.

There are several gangs in this area. Every time they throw goods in the sky, they will occupy the reasonable terrain in advance and take away the most valuable goods.

Ling Zihan and Liao Qiu were just children in front of them. As long as the garbage was not too big, the goods picked up were of average quality, the gang leader was too lazy to care.

Small fish and shrimp have their own way of living.

More than ten minutes passed, and the backs of Ling Zihan and Liao Qiu were half full.

"Okay, that's about it, let's go!" Ling Zihan tied the backpack buckle tightly and raised his hand and patted Liao Qiu's shoulder lightly.

The backpack is made of black thorn vines. It is a drought-tolerant plant that grows in the underground world. The razor is very tough. After cutting it off, peel off the outer skin and tanning it with synthetic materials. It can form a jute-like material, and then woven and sew it, which can be made into a backpack or clothes.

You must not be greedy in such places.

If the back is packed too much, the members of the gang guarding the garbage mountain will definitely come to stop it. At that time, not only will they have to leave the things in their pockets, but they may also anger the other party and leave two fresh heads in vain.

You can kill people in this world, but there are corresponding laws when to kill and how to kill.

For example, Davis, who had just been dismembered, and the old man who wanted to take over the robotic arm alone, would not have been attacked by the scavengers if they had not been too flamboyant and infringed on public anger.

Just as he was about to leave, Ling Zihan suddenly turned around and took a deep look at the bottom of the garbage mountain more than ten meters away.

He felt something seemed to exist there.

This feeling is very wonderful, as if he accidentally glanced at something and left a vague impression in his mind, but he himself couldn't explain what it was.

Liao Qiu touched him with his shoulder: "Let's go!"

"Wait." Ling Zihan frowned and stood there without moving.

Liao Qiu asked strangely: "What are you thinking?"

Ling Zihan did not explain.

He looked in that direction.

After a few seconds, he bent over and walked through the reinforced concrete ruins like a flexible wild cat, and came to the bottom of the garbage mountain.

On the ground covered in shadows, a dirty rag was lying.

To be precise, it was a ragged men's jacket. The left sleeve was probably torn when it was thrown in the air, and the rest was soaked in a dirty puddle, which looked like a useless discard.

Ling Zihan bent down and picked up the soaked rag, held it in his hand without any concealment, and turned around and left.

Only in this way can it not attract others' attention.

Liao Qiu followed closely and asked curiously: "What are you doing for this thing?"

"Use as a rag." Ling Zihan's answer is completely logical and impeccable.
Chapter completed!