"They are very strong." Valentina nodded, "Lyton has shown me their training match video. Their opponent is a wealthy club with three ace pilots, but they are fighting against each other throughout the whole process. The three ace pilots can't even organize a decent counterattack. They only lasted for less than two minutes, and two fuselages broke and one surrendered."

"How long do you think you could last if you were their opponent?" Ke Lan asked instead.

"If the teammates were you and Leiden, we should have to hold on for thirty seconds." Valentina said mercilessly, not considering giving face to Ke Lan and Leiden.

But what she said is right. Ke Lan's fuselage is too limited. Although the long-distance firepower is extremely terrifying, if it is approached, it will instantly turn into fish on the chopping board and be slaughtered. For those military pilots who have been lying on the cruel battlefield for many years, how to get closer while avoiding long-distance firepower is simply a compulsory course in combat. You must know that among those indigenous creatures, there are also a large number of "battery-type" subspecies that specialize in long-distance attacks. The tasks of the field army's medium and high-speed mecha units are often to cut from the flanks and solve these "battery-type" firepower for the frontal forces.

In game terms, that is the operation of this group of people "cutting the back row", which is completely perfect.

Ke Lan was completely unsure of being able to survive in the hands of these people.

As for Leiden, let alone. Although his operation technique is stronger than Ke Lan, he basically has no special skills and is a balanced pilot. Balance means that he can only speak by hard power, and Leiden's strength... has not yet reached the threshold of a quasi-ace...

The serious aces were all beaten by these military pilots, let alone "amateur players".

"If it's one-on-one, how sure are you?" Ke Lan changed his question. He knew very well that if three-on-three, if they don't cheat, they have absolutely no chance of winning against the military team.

However, when it comes to cheating, Ke Lan naturally thought of Zeluo, the "human-shaped self-operated cheating"... But if Zeluo participates in the competition, he has to risk being seen through. After all, that guy's ability is really terrifying. This kind of poor strength cannot be concealed by "acting".

This kind of competition is not as good as an online game. When reviewing the game video, people will be studied over and over again. If someone really discovers Zeluo's abnormality, it will be more than worth the effort.

In order to expose Ze Luo's identity in order to win the championship of the Mecha Competition... Ke Lan measured it in her heart, but finally gave up this idea.

"No more than 30%." Valentina said, "they are stronger than me and more cruel than me."

"It seems that the champion of this competition should be the military team that came out halfway." Ke Lan shrugged helplessly, "Forget it, if you don't talk about this, you probably haven't eaten, right?"

"No." Qin Zhao shook his head. Knowing that Ke Lan was going to return to the ark, she and Valentina were waiting in the airport four hours in advance.

"It just so happened that I had never eaten it. I was already hungry when I was on the transport plane and went for food."

"I have compressed dry food on my body." Valentina said as she took out two energy bars from her pocket.

“…Well, this is not outside, you can always find a place to eat.”

"Oh." Valentina silently put the energy bar back into her pocket.

"The dining problem should be solved nearby. I remember that there is a food street when we go out of this airport. We go there to eat and I treat you." Ke Lan said.

In the old era, the biggest feature of restaurants near the airport was that the food was expensive and the portion was small. You might have to spend three to four times the normal price to buy food that was only half or even less, and the taste was average... Not only food, but also fast foods such as cola and instant noodles, which sell the same price nationwide, have to double the price at airports and stations. If you want to eat in such a place, you must be prepared to be slaughtered.

After all, the rents for shops near the airport are very high, and the guests received are all mobile passengers, so there are no repeat customers, so the shops naturally have no worries about slaughtering people - but this phenomenon has completely reversed on the ark.

On the Ark, all hotels near the airport are basically synonymous with "good quality, low price, high cost performance". Not to mention those restaurants and restaurants in bustling areas in high-end neighborhoods, even those fly restaurants opened in ordinary residential areas may not be as affordable as those near the airport.

For people in the old era, airplanes are expensive and high-end travel methods. Not everyone can afford the ticket for a few thousand yuan per ticket.

In this era, truly rich people rarely go to the wilderness. Even if they occasionally want to go sightseeing, they basically take private flight vehicles.

As for the most important service targets of the civil aviation industry, only ruin hunters and mercenaries, as well as miners and scavengers who don’t have much money in their pockets.

These people can't squeeze out any oil and water, and the hunters and mercenaries still have many thorns with bad tempers. These guys who lick blood from the knife may just take out their guns and slap them on the table in a disagreement. In this way, when they run in a hotel near the airport, which one dares to slap customers...

Ke Lan slowly swayed into this food street filled with smoke with the smell of oil. This was the first time he came to this airport, but the similar street scene still gave Ke Lan a familiar feeling.

When he had not met the Hound and others, every time he had explored the ruins, he would go to such a small restaurant for a good meal - for Ke Lan at that time, a bowl of real braised pork could definitely be regarded as a top-notch enjoyment.

Although this type of restaurant is cheap, you can prepare some high-end products such as real meat and earth-cooked vegetables. These ingredients are specially prepared for ruin hunters and mercenaries.

A harvested journey requires a big meal to celebrate; an adventure of escaping death requires wine and meat to suppress fear; even if you lose your brothers and brothers, many people will go to these places to remember them.

Compared with workers who only know how to order the cheapest food, restaurants near the airport are obviously more welcome to such diners.

The first restaurant at the entrance of the street was a barbecue restaurant. Two rows of four or five-meter-long open-air grills were thorny across the door. The big and round-waisted guys grabbed dozens or hundreds of skewers in one hand, rolled around the grill for a few times and threw them into the stainless steel washbasin on the side. Most of these skewers are artificial meat synthesized with soy protein, not real meat. This synthetic meat is cooked by itself. Just sprinkle some seasonings and heat it slightly. If you grill like real meat, you will be served on the table and you will probably only have black and hard coke.

"I want to eat something?" Ke Lan asked.

He just glanced at the barbecue restaurant and skipped it. The only piece of "real meat" that was waiting to be sold in the whole store was hung under the signboard with an iron hook, with a full half of a pork slap, but the meat in it had been cut off, and the rest were in some poor positions, and the meat didn't look very fresh.

"I don't know." Valentina said. In her opinion, the only function of food is to fill her stomach. If Ke Lan hadn't insisted on pulling them to the restaurant, she would probably have been gnawing the energy bar in her pocket.

"You decide, I can do it." Qin Zhao said. Although she can also be considered a veteran foodie, after all, this trip was a treat by her boss, and she felt that she should not make a decision for her boss.

"Uh, why not this one?" Ke Lan pointed to a store ten steps away.

The storefront is about half as close to the first barbecue restaurant. A shaky plastic low door creaked with the breeze, and a sign covered with oil was hung above the low door.

"Old Hunter Restaurant."

Judging from this name, either this is a hotel run by a retired ruin hunter, or it is a hotel that specializes in providing services to ruin hunters.

There were several very serious aging plastic tables and chairs at the entrance of the hotel. The yellowed plastic material even made Ke Lan wonder if he would break if he sat down.

Next to the low door is a half-meter-square window, inside the window is a stove. The thick smoke exhaust pipe poked out directly from the round hole above the window. The solid oil stain fell down from the pipe head and shone down with a dark brown light.

A middle-aged man with a strong figure but not exaggerated muscles stood in front of the stove, holding a huge iron pot in one hand and stir-frying with a huge spatula in the other hand. This kind of cooking utensil will basically only appear in military cooking squads. Even if an ordinary chef uses two hands, he cannot lift this cast iron pot with a net weight of twenty kilograms.

Seeing Ke Lan approaching with two girls, the chef glanced at them and said, "There is no place inside. If you don't dislike it, sit at the door of the store."

"Okay." Ke Lan nodded. He had originally planned to sit outside instead of running into the cramped room and huddled with a group of sweaty men.

If he was alone, it would be fine. The key is that there were two girls with good looks around him. If he met a drunk or a stingy man... he wouldn't be afraid of fighting, but he couldn't smash his store.

Ke Lan sat down after finding the cleanest table, turned around and asked, "Boss, do you have a menu?"

"No." The chef shook his head, picked up a handful of seasonings very carefully, and sprinkled them into the pot.

"Uh...what special dishes?"

"I only sell fried rice here. I can see what I want to fry. I can put some of the things on the table in it." The chef said, taking a step back and revealing the vegetable washing platform on his right.

There are not many things on the table, but there are also meat and vegetables - dozens of eggs placed on cardboard shelves, half a piece of ham sausages thick with bowls, all kinds of fresh-looking vegetables and fungi, as well as a piece of old bacon hanging from the ceiling and air-dried into black.

"Then let's have three bowls of egg fried rice, add some mushrooms and enoki mushrooms, and also onions, lettuce and potato chips." Ke Lan said. If the hunting dog is here, it will definitely be inevitable to complain - "You are a person with a net worth of hundreds of millions. Do you eat fried rice from street stalls when you treat them to dinner?"

"Do you want chili?" the chef asked again.

"I want it, where are you?"

"Yes." "Yes." The two women said in unison.

"Oh by the way, that piece of bacon..." Ke Lan pointed to the old piece of bacon hanging on the rope.

"It's authentic black pork, my store treasure here. If you want to add it, it's not cheap." The chef glanced at Ke Lan's clothes from the corner of his eyes and said.

Ke Lan was wearing a daily training uniform of the Field Army, but because of his special status, he removed the epaulettes and badges. This type of military uniform is very popular on the black market, comfortable and durable, extremely cost-effective, and is sought after by many hunters and mercenaries... Although this piece on Ke Lan is almost brand new, the price will not exceed a thousand credit points. His outfit is similar to a middle-level hunter or mercenary.

Qin Zhao and Valenkina are dressed as ordinary people, and their outfits together will not exceed 500 credit points.

"How much does this piece of bacon cost?" Ke Lan asked curiously.

"By gram, thirty-five per gram."

"Damn it." Ke Lan sighed in her heart, and said, "Do you have fat made of gold or is it made of gold?" He almost asked - sell it by gram, can this boss treat this piece of meat as a top sashimi in a high-end hotel?

However, this price really aroused Ke Lan's curiosity. He wanted to know what was so powerful about this bacon that sold 351 grams.

With the idea of ​​paying IQ tax at most, Ke Lan nodded and said, "Then half of it."

"Half, that's more than half a pound." The chef raised his head and looked at Ke Lan again with some suspicion.

How much money can such a young mercenary have in his pocket? It shouldn’t be enough to spend nearly 10,000 credit points for a meal to catch these two girls, right?

"Yes, that's half." Ke Lan said, "If you don't have any less, you can't taste it, right?"

"Okay, but you have to pay first." The boss pointed to the payment code that was pasted by the window, almost covered with oil.

“How many in total?”

"There are not many customers like you who buy half a pound at a time. I will give you a discount and add them all together, and it will be 7,000 yuan."

"Okay." Ke Lan took out her cell phone and planned to pay, but at this time, a somewhat disharmonious voice suddenly came from the store.

"Oh, boss, what kind of fairy meat is this? Half a piece is sold for 7,000?"

"By the way, I just asked you what the price of this bacon is, why don't you say it? Are you afraid that my brothers and I will smash your store? Haha, look at the Kaizi outside, who is stupid and can be killed at first glance."

"I don't sell it to you because I know you can't afford it at all." The chef and boss glanced at the group of diners and said coldly.

"What does it mean? Do you look down on others?" A mercenary with a bad temper stood up immediately. He was more than two meters tall and almost touched the low ceiling in the store.

Behind him, the other mercenaries dressed up were all malicious.

[p.s.Thanks to the 500 starting point coins that Yanshen Xi gave (Brother, you are so hard to make this id. I held it in for five minutes but couldn't make it out. Finally, I had to go to the background to copy and paste it)...]
Chapter completed!