I was Born in Hell

Iron monster.

Gu Fan also stated many requirements for transformation.

Most of them are anti-seismic ability, carrying attack ability, impact ability, various combat performances ... even proposed self-detonation function.

Exploding!

Explosive power should be strong, explosive power should be large, and can be remotely controlled.

This is not only a steel monster, but also a self-destructing truck.

"Han Peng and I, try your best."

Master Feng is also a bit embarrassed. Even with the help of Han Peng, the champion of the robotics competition, it is still a bit difficult to transform into this point.

"I will arrange some bases and others to help you."

Gu Fan made the final arrangements and promised to draw more staff from the base.

The expressions of Le Yanqi were even more eccentric.

The boss of Gu Fan is doing something big, and definitely has to make a big news.

"I heard that the largest underground trading market in the base is called Black Street?"

Gu Fan talked about another thing. There must be darkness in the sun, as well as in the base city.

Black Street is the largest underground trading market in the entire base.

Firearms, weapons, seeds of the abyss, and even human beings ... as long as you have money here, you can get everything you want.

"Yes."

"Most of the areas in the base city will converge on Black Street for trading, and many unseen contraband are sold there."

Wu Ze answered earnestly, and he knew it better.

Le Yanqi also said lazily: "Wang Dafu had trouble in Heijie before, but Wu Ze and I helped him solve it. The place was dirty and messy ..."

That's it.

Wang Dafu and Zhang Yun swallowed up all the sites in the north of the base. Naturally, black streets can be regarded as absolute figures of power.

Wu Ze and Le Yanqi occasionally deal with some troubles, so they still know a little about it.

"We are passing now."

Gu Fan nodded and let Wu Ze lead the way.

Wu Ze hesitated and asked, "The environment in that place is very poor and the law and order are very chaotic. Do I need to call Zhang Yun to open the way for the boss?"

"No."

Gu Fan said faintly: "I also want to see for myself what the base's trading hub looks like."

After listening to it, Le Qiqi let go.

Isn't this the same as a private visit to Weifu, but unfortunately I don't know the purpose of the boss to go to Heijie, is it to prepare for a big kill and completely clean up all the sites of the entire base?

Wouldn't it be to kill the Quartet and blood flow?

"Thinking about it, I feel a bit irritating."

Le Yanqi thought in her heart, lest the world would not be chaotic.

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Black street.

This area, biased towards the western location of the base, can be regarded as a real slum in the base.

It's full of disease, suffering, poverty, hunger ... and sin is everywhere. Only those refugees who feel powerless or driven away will gather here, and there are some wanted criminals.

This area has gradually become the San Regime Zone.

Officials with tight staffing cannot spend valuable resources to maintain law and order here.

And those forces have also seen this, and some unseen prohibited items in the dark have been traded in this area. Over time, they have a certain scale, and finally formed a market.

Squeak ...

The dust in the corner fell in the silt puddles, causing a few ripples. If no one was passing beside the rats, they entered the hole.

A skinny man leaned against the wall.

The sun tanned his skin, tanning his skin, and exuding a layer of grease. Several flies lay on his body and took a few sips. He blew away without drawing any blood.

A smell of sour stinks emanated from him.

This smell is even stronger than the stench of the carrion. The perceptive ancient fans smelled clearly and frowned suddenly.

Several masked men hurried past.

They were carrying backpacks, and they could see through the gap that there was some kind of firearm, and the number was quite large.

mask.

Many people on the black street are reluctant to reveal their true identity.

Many times, even official personnel appear in the dark streets, using the convenience of their duties to sell a few items.

"Boss Gu Fan, the front is it."

Le Yanqi pointed at the direction where the others had just left.

Gu Fan's phantom pupils can see the turning of emotions. The street full of poverty and hunger is like a monster's blood mouth, devouring people's desire ...

Step into the black street.

The number gradually increased.

The threshold for trading here is not high, and most of them are ordinary people, and the quality of the items to be traded is uneven.

A car part.

A broken watch.

A tattered dress.

No matter what it is, you can sell it, set up a stall directly in place, and take out what you want to sell.

This also caused Black Street to be as messy as a vegetable market.

There are very few valuable things, at least for the ancient people, most of the sundries that are sold out are almost as tattered.

"This is the periphery of Black Street."

"Most of them are ordinary people and there are very few valuable things."

Wu Ze explained at the same time, while taking Gu Fan to go deeper and walk past the booths set by ordinary people in ragged clothes.

Several tall, burly men stood at the corner of the street.

Inside the black street, at least, the poor and impoverished refugees will not be allowed to enter. Only by holding the items of real "value" can they be eligible to enter, which is a small threshold.

"Get away!"

"What do you have ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ These broken jars also want to enter the inner street?"

A refugee was knocked to the ground by a brave man. He was holding some dirty and rusty parts, many of which had been slightly bent and deformed, probably from an abandoned vehicle.

Obviously, these things are not enough to enter the inner street! !!

The threshold for the inner street seems to be slightly higher.

Gu Fan did not continue to waste time, stepped into the inner street and continued to observe with interest.

"what?"

"Why can we enter at will?"

Lin Yuxin came here for the first time, and the brave man who had just stood at the street, let everyone in without asking, and could not help but be curious.

"That's natural."

Wu Ze explained: "The threshold is actually not that high. At least we wear neat and clean clothes and don't look like refugees in troubled waters."

That's it.

The threshold has only been raised slightly, otherwise it would be messy to go to the black street and set up a mess. ?

Entering the inner street, the environment is slightly better.

Some truly worthwhile items also appeared, such as some old pistols that were about to be phased out, with several bullets.

"How does this gun sell?"

Gu Fan squatted down and asked lightly, the stall owner glanced at him and smiled kindly: "20 pounds of grain, this box bomb is included."

20 pounds of grain?

Le Yanqi pouted her lips: "You old antiques are almost rusty, so expensive to sell."

The boss immediately retorted: "If you have a gun, you are the grandfather. It can save your life at a critical moment."

Gu Fan shook his head, lost interest, and continued to move forward.

The boss suddenly lost his energy and shouted in the back: "18 pounds, 15 pounds, lost the price ..."

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