Nomenclature of Night

City No. 18 is adjacent to City No. 10.

Two cities with non-adjacent serial numbers are only more than two hundred kilometers apart from each other because these cities are not ranked in order of importance, but in the order of establishment.

If the Federation is compared to a circle, then the city circle composed of cities No. 18 and No. 10 is like the center of the circle.

Of course, this analogy is not accurate, and the federation is not a regular circle.

Qing Chen once asked Li Shutong for a map of the Federation. It can be said that the map of the outer world is similar to that of the inner world, except that the coastal areas are quite different.

If these two worlds are really parallel worlds.

Then the crust of the inner world must have experienced violent movement before it became what it is now.

City No. 18 corresponds to Los Angeles and City No. 10 corresponds to Zheng City. Whether in the inner world or the watch world, they have always been the land of the Central Plains.

Without the strategic importance of coastal ports, such as the No. 7 city corresponding to Haicheng, it is far less prosperous than Haicheng in the world.

In the Federation, the most prosperous cities are the 18th and the 10th.

The 18th is the economic center, and the 10th is the political center.

One west and one east are called Federal Gemini.

The connecting line between them seems to directly separate the north and south of the federation.

Countdown 96:00:00.

Another midnight.

More than a hundred kilometers south of City No. 18, more than a dozen people were gathering around the bonfire to warm up. In the swaying flame, eight men and four women were talking and laughing.

There were branches staggered on the bonfire, and an iron pot hung from the branches, and the thick noodle soup inside was gurgling with bubbles.

Someone took out a piece of bacon from his arms, then cut a few pieces with a knife and threw it into the pot.

This is a small temporary camping site.

In the open area near the camp, there are nine dark green canvas tents.

The wind was very strong at night, and two old pickup trucks were standing on the air vents, shielding this small temporary camp from the fierce cold wind.

There seems to be some cargo in the pickup truck bucket covered by canvas, and it is impossible to see what is inside.

Windproof stones were piled around the campfire, and so, the orange-red flames were still swaying swayingly.

"This time the employer is trying to catch something that is not easy to find. We have been in this area for a month and we haven't seen one," said an elderly man by the campfire. "Or, let's go to that place." "If you encounter opportunities on the edge, you don't have to go in. The edge is not that dangerous. I have been there a few years earlier."

The old man was called Qin Cheng, the leader of this team.

The people around the campfire are basically related by blood.

They were wearing combat uniforms that were replaced from unknown sources. Some of them had patches on their elbows, knees, trouser legs, and buttocks, and some of them were not fit.

"Dad, is the price set by the buyer worth the risk?" a young man asked.

"You also know that the other party offered 200,000 yuan." The old Han Qincheng rolled the tobacco leaves with his somewhat mottled manipulator palm, and the nano-plating on his fingers was peeled off one by one: "With this money, I can give you and Xiao Yi Replaced with better mechanical limbs, the energy is at least enough to support one action."

"Dad, this is not something we urgently need, and we don't have to change our lives," the young man said.

"Well," the old man squeezed out a half-burned firewood from the bonfire and leaned to his mouth to light the cigarette: "The other party also promised a genetic medicine and a box of BVC antibiotics. Your brother is almost of adulthood, and our family must have it. There is a person who is not so dependent on mechanical limbs. I want to get him a genetic medicine. The opportunity is rare."

As soon as the voice fell, the young man looked at his younger brother in amazement, opened his mouth and said nothing.

A middle-aged woman next to Qin Cheng said, "Xiaotong, don't think your dad is partial. He wanted to get one for you back then, but was deceived."

The young man Qin Tong thought for a while and said, "Mom, don't think too much. I don't mean that. I have mechanical limbs. My brother doesn't have any. If I have a genetic medicine, it will be normal. And my brother has genetic medicine. It's easy to find a wife."

While speaking, the sound of stepping on dead branches suddenly came from the woods outside the camp.

The old Han Qin Cheng suddenly fell backwards in a pile of fallen leaves. In an instant, he quickly took out a pistol from his arms and pointed it at the source of the sound.

This vigorous skill does not look like an elderly person at all.

The others also quickly left the bonfire, each looking for a tree trunk to hide their bodies.

"Hello, no offense."

Outside the camp, a voice came first.

In the dark woods, two figures walked out slowly. Both of them were wearing black jackets, one middle-aged, one young, and the young man was carrying a tall mountaineering bag behind him.

The two of them pulled up the zipper of their clothes, and the raised collars covered most of their cheeks.

The middle-aged man in a jacket raised his hands and smiled and said, "Passing by, see if you have two cars here that can block the wind, so borrow a place."

With that said, the middle-aged man glanced at the young man beside him.

However, the young man took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and threw it beside the bonfire: "It doesn't matter if you don't agree, the cigarettes will be given to you, and we will leave."

But I saw the prostrate old Han Qin Cheng hesitating for a moment, then slowly stood up, and pointed his gun at the two people in front of him: "From the city?"

"Well, it's from City No. 10," the middle-aged man smiled.

"Where to go?" The old man was wary.

"I don't know yet, just come out and walk," the middle-aged man continued to answer.

The old man pointed to an open space more than 20 meters away: "You can camp there, but you can't approach us. If you want to borrow a place, a pack of cigarettes is not enough, do you have medicine."

"Yes," the boy in the jacket replied, and then threw a white vial beside the bonfire, as if it had been prepared long ago.

This is hard currency in the wilderness.

After the throw, the two went to the open space aside.

On the campfire side, a young girl looked at the boy in the assault suit and whispered to Qin Tong beside him: "Brother, that boy is very beautiful."

Qin Tong glanced at the young man's back, "Does that jacket cover most of his face, do you think he looks good?"

The girl said, "Some people can judge that they look good even without looking at the whole face."

"Don't think so much," Qin Tong added two firewood to the bonfire: "Do you see the jackets on them? Only these two clothes can change the two mechanical limbs on my body. This kind of people come to the wilderness. It’s called travel, we are called survival in the wilderness, and we are basically people of two worlds."

The girl curled her lips: "I didn't say anything."

"I'm worried that you will be hooked by this kind of rich kid," the young man said earnestly: "Those rich people living in the upper 3 districts, none of them are good things."

"Okay, I see," the girl said impatiently.

When she was speaking, her gaze was still looking far away at the teenager.