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Disassembly workshop.

Cen Zhuo was leaning against the back of the chair with a cigarette in his mouth, wearing a fine silver-gray suit, his eyes were dazzled by the smoke, and the eye circles were a little red: "Are there any other colors? It's so gray, it makes me feel depressed. "

Zhui Yeliang stood opposite him, tapping his toes irritably, Xiao Gong took off the breastplate from him for the fifth time.

"Are you fucking obsessive-compulsive, as long as the armor can be used, does it matter what color it is?"

"You're following me, I can't take you out if you're not pretty." Cen Zhuo's injury was almost healed, and he tilted his legs coquettishly.

"I'm not following you," Zhui Yeliang corrected him, "We're working together temporarily."

Cen Zhuo smiled, and blew a smoke ring at him: "Only with similar tastes can we have a happy cooperation."

Zhui Yeliang glanced at his diamond-encrusted left hand: "Nouveau riche taste?"

Cen Zhuo stretched out the mechanical hand in front of him, and asked seriously: "Is this better, or is it better to be studded with diamonds?"

If Zhuyeliang had eyes, they must be rolling them now.

The little worker brought over a piece of mint green breastplate, very green, so green that it makes people dizzy, with a layer of varnish on it, Cen Zhuo patted his thigh: "This is good, bright, give him the whole set!"

Zhu Yeliang was speechless, and didn't want to talk nonsense with him.

The quality of the scattered armor is very bad, it is impossible to block armor-piercing bullets, and it is difficult to resist conventional bullets, so it only covers the skeleton to make people look comfortable... In this green suit, Zhu Yeliang looked down at himself, feeling like he was watching a grasshopper.

"The inside of the left calf and the right back are missing a piece of armor of the same color," Xiaogong said helplessly, wiping off his sweat, "replaced with light blue and beige respectively."

Cen Zhuo frowned, and threw out three words in disgust: "Weird."

Zhuyeliang asked him back: "Who is to blame?"

"How tall are you buddy?"

Zhui Yeliang waved his arm to check the hardness of the armor: "Two meters eight."

"No wonder," Cen Zhuo stubbed out the cigarette on the sole of his shoe, "It's too short, the proportions look bad."

Zhuo Yeliang's movements froze, he stood there, and Cen Zhuo had already turned his head to instruct Xiao Gong: "Add something to his head, or put a pad under his feet to make him grow taller."

"Cen Zhuo..." Zhuo Yeliang picked up the alloy knife from the accessories pile.

"It's okay to be ugly, and short, it's really not my style..."

Zhuyeliang raised the knife.

Xiao Gong pointed at Cen Zhuo's back in fear, he turned around, saw the blade on his head, and raised one eyebrow: "Dude, did you hurt your self-esteem?"

Zhuyeliang suddenly let go, and the big knife stuck to Cen Zhuo's arm and plunged into the floor: "Do you still have time to care about my height?" He leaned down and pressed his ear, "So many skeletons appeared in Shenyang overnight in Ranshe , have you ever wondered how they were transported?"

Cen Zhuo turned his head slightly, looking at his steel profile.

"It's impossible by land. The target is too big," he said. "They must have carrier ships."

Cen Zhuo's pupils shrank.

"A carrier ship will not only hold dozens of skeletons," the next words made people shudder, "but a skeleton army."

The dyeing society is indeed the largest society in the world, and the hairs on Cen Zhuo's body stand on end.

"The nearest port to Shenyang is Dalan Port. If I were you, I would strike first before Ranshe and No. 88 came."

Cen Zhuo could not restrain his trembling.

"You dare?"

Pfft, Cen Zhuo smiled: "Oh my god, you scared me to death brother, I don't have that much appetite." He raised his foot and touched Zhu Yeliang's audio collector with his lips, "I said, I just want to unify Shenyang .”

When they parted, Cen Zhuo went back to the chair and sat down, watching Xiaogong add equipment to Zhu Yeliang. Long knives, daggers, heavy artillery, and barrels were all loaded above the shoulders at his request. Soon, Zhu Yeliang was It was inserted into a "stick", and all kinds of weapons were supported on the back like opening the screen.

"Not bad," Cen Zhuo patted him on the shoulder in satisfaction, "much more presentable."

Zhu Yeliang had never memorized so many broken coppers in his life, and he was noncommittal about Cen Zhuo's taste.

They walked out of the dismantling workshop, a heavy motorcycle was parked outside the door, Gao Xiu was dressed in black leather, holding a helmet and greeted him: "Boss, let me follow."

"No need," Cen Zhuo didn't take the helmet off, and moved his fingers to Zhuo Yeliang to let him get into the car, "It's no problem with him."

Gao Xiu leaned over: "Brother Jiu is worried..."

"Is he your boss, or am I your boss?" Cen Zhuo raised his legs and stepped onto the driver's seat, bent over the handlebars, and stomped hard, causing the engine to rumble.

Zhuyeliang grabbed his waist from behind, and the motorcycle made a perfect arc on the snow, turned around, and rushed out of the gate of Jialan Hall like an arrow.

The wind was very hard, and Cen Zhuo scolded as he accelerated, "Damn it, just hold the helmet!"

Zhu Yeliang felt that this man had done it to himself, so he ignored him.

"Hey, hug me a little!" Cen Zhuo posted back, calling out as a matter of course.

"I owe you?"

"It's fucking cold, I'm about to pee!"

Zhuo Yeliang found him annoying, and silently activated the heating system. The heat from the circuit was transmitted to Cen Zhuo's back through the thin armor plate. Heating function?"

"Shut up if you can't speak."

"Brother," Cen Zhuo praised from the bottom of his heart, "you are amazing."

Why does this sound so awkward...

Cen Zhuo tucked into Zhu Yeliang's arms, and continued to speed up in his hands. The heavy motorcycle roared like a bolt of lightning, passing by the streets of Shenyang City with the word C, and the pedestrians on both sides of the road looked at their boss's car in amazement. There's a...er, giant grasshopper on it?

"You like to show off." They were so close that even whispers could be clearly heard.

"Swagger is the most useful."

"Tell the whole city of Shenyang that you have bad taste?"

"No, it's to tell the whole city of Shenyang that there is a newcomer in Jialan Hall."

Night by night, I froze for a moment.

"If you don't have the best armor, use the worst. Only the best and worst will be remembered immediately."

Zhui Yeliang unconsciously folded his arms around him.

"Brother Jiu and I have three power stations here, and two nuclear power stations." Cen Zhuo turned his head, the cold wind ruffled his hair, black and oily, and it was in sight, "Now I will take you to see the third one."

The heavy motorcycle suddenly turned right at the next intersection, rushed down the dirt slope, and ran straight to a tall building in the wilderness. Zhui Yeliang recognized it at a glance as a quantum power station.

In the era of bone warfare, electricity is the most important strategic resource. Each armed society uses the number of power stations it has as its strength standard. Electricity is used to drive bones. In turn, bones grab more electricity for the society.

From the beginning of the first violent war, nuclear power has developed tremendously. By the end of the fifth war, nuclear power has been surpassed by quantum technology, and quantum power plants have become a new benchmark for community power.

Cen Zhuo parked his motorcycle on the hill opposite the power station. In the distance, the sky was high and the clouds were hanging low: "There is only one quantum power station in Shenyang, and it belongs to Brother Nine and me!"

He looked at the round white building with a proud face.

Zhuye Liang was indifferent.

"Power station, quantum," Cen Zhuo elbowed him, "Stupid?"

Zhui Yeliang fends off his hand: "How tall are you?"

"[-], still growing."

No wonder, Zhuyeliang glanced at him. He was not short, which gave him the illusion that he could stand side by side with this guy: "The core bones of Dyeshe are all powered by quantum energy, which is not unusual."

"Huh, when I unify Shenyang, I can also make quantum bones and let Jialantang dominate outside the pass!"

"A quantum power station makes you want to dominate?"

Facing the wind, Cen Zhuo looked at him, and suddenly remembered that this skeleton has no chemical battery pack, no nuclear power generator, or even a power transmission device: "You are...quantum skeleton?"

"Haha," Zhu Ye sneered, as if the question was ridiculous, "Do you know about infrared radiation?"

Cen Zhuo's expression froze.

Infrared radiation is the basis of infrared, night vision goggles and temperature measurement technology. Any object above absolute zero can emit infrared radiation. Some people have imagined that if this energy can be collected for power generation, it will be far beyond any energy source. Generating artifact.

"You, the grass on the side of the road, and even this piece of snow are all energy in my eyes," Zhui Yeliang said, turning and pointing at the majestic power station, "and it, the crimson one, makes me satisfied .”

Cen Zhuo was horrified: "You are powered by infrared radiation...?"

Absolute zero, that is, all objects above minus 273 degrees are his energy sources, which are inexhaustible anytime, anywhere!

Cen Zhuo looked at him fascinated: "What the hell are you?"

"Don't look at me so lewdly, it's disgusting," Zhu Yeliang pushed his face away and stepped on the motorcycle, "Let's go, you wear too little."

Cen Zhuo drove back, but did not go back to Jialan Hall, but headed towards the core area of ​​Shenyang City C, the road was full of post-war ruins, and people wrapped in rags shuttled among them like ants, in a desolate condition.

"If I unify Shenyang," Cen Zhuo slowed down, turned around and said to Zhuyeliang, "if we integrate the power stations of the three companies, we will be able to supply electricity to civilians, and the city will be able to light and heat the city."

Zhui Yeliang is not interested in municipal welfare and the like: "Whatever they do, it has nothing to do with you. You light a lamp for them, and one day you will be replaced by someone else, and they won't shed a single tear for you."

Cen Zhuo parked the car downstairs in a spacious three-story building, and turned off the power: "As long as you are still by my side, no one will try to take my place."

Zhu Yeliang glanced at him: "I'll leave when I get the 'eyes'."

"Does it bother me that much?"

"bother."

The two entered the building bickering. Looking at the structural layout, this should be a shopping mall. It turned out that not only did it have three floors, but all the upper floors were blown up.

There was loud music in the building, and young people ran down the stairs from time to time, holding the railings and vomiting, alcohol, or psychotropic drugs. Zhui Yeliang immediately knew that this was the "place" of Jialantang.

Cen Zhuo led him up to the second floor, and the spectators saw the eldest brother, and came over to show his hospitality. Cen Zhuo enjoyed it very much, and was welcomed into the chairman's box by the stars.

Tobacco, alcohol, women, in this era when a large number of men died due to war, women were almost monopolized by clubs, Cen Zhuo and Zhu Yeliang embraced each other, indulging in the tenderness of this moment.

After drinking a few sips of strong wine, Cen Zhuo let himself chase after the psychedelic, limply stepped over to Zhu Yeliang's side, pulled the woman out of his arms, and sat down.

Zhui Yeliang was sober, looking coldly at the booth outside the box, under the dim light, a pair of excited men and women could not hide under the infrared heat, they writhed and lingered.

"Are you envious?" Cen Zhuo asked hotly.

"Fortunately."

"When you were alive, were there any women?"

Zhui Yeliang thought for a while, then shook his head.

Cen Zhuo chuckled: "I thought you were good at playing with what you said..."

"What words?"

"Just last time," Cen Zhuo leaned his head on his shoulder, playing with his fingers at the flickering overhead light, "I said I'd give you the skull crown to play with, but you said you didn't have that hobby. Fuck, brother Jiu and I were taken aback. !"

"Cybersex," Zhu Yeliang said lightly, "I really don't play."

Cen Zhuo turned around like a cat smelling a fishy smell, and met his eyes from a very close distance: "Damn...really?" He licked his lips, his voice was so low that he could hardly hear it, " Bones and bones, what's going on?"

Zhui Yeliang stared at his face, a very young and beautiful face, without much sensuality, just curious: "There is a telescopic tube under the bone, and you can see it by unscrewing the G12 armor on the lower abdomen. The sensitivity is good."

Cen Zhuo's expression couldn't hold back, he was very embarrassed, but also eager to know more, he pursed his lips, as if he was holding back a shy smile: "Well... then what?"

Zhui Yeliang had a weird feeling, and leaned towards him: "The rear side of the Q9 armor, at the junction with the thigh armor, has a legacy oil delivery hole, which is designed to be sealed, but it can be disassembled with tools, and the inside is elastic. soft metal tissue."

"Damn it," Cen Zhuo's eyes lit up, and he pressed him closer, "Have you tried?"

"I watched people play."

Taking advantage of the alcohol, Cen Zhuo glanced down at his G12 armor: "Who would be willing to be dismantled, it's fucking disgusting to think about it."

"Many people like it." Zhu Yeliang opened his palm to cover his eyes, and said in a low voice, "It will hurt a little when you take it off for the first time, but you will get used to it if you take it off often."

Cen Zhuo shivered, unable to tell whether it was because of the mechanical hand in front of him, or the male voice with electronic pulses in his ear, or the topic they were talking about, he became uncomfortable and distanced himself from Zhu Yeliang.

"You know a lot..." He awkwardly picked up the wine glass, pulled the woman back into his arms, and turned his back.

It doesn't matter to Zhuo Yeliang, he continues to look at the deck, outside a half-meter-thick partition wall, the ultrasonic imaging system captures two familiar figures, one is Cen Zhuo's core cadre Gao Xiu, and the other is the dismantling workshop "Sissy".

On the crescent moon sofa, there are two girls, Gao Xiu and Jia Xibei. The wine is distilled wine with ice added.

Jia Xibei blushed and lowered his head in embarrassment: "Brother Xiu, no...I dare not..."

"Why don't you dare!" Gao Xiu became angry when he saw his useless appearance, grabbed his little hand and put it on the girl's big breast, "Women can't touch it, and you still want to be a master?"

Jia Xibei curled his fingers and hid back in fear: "Brother, I don't..."

"No wonder Yuanzhen said you're a sissy, you're so fucking unworthy," Gao Xiu stuffed the wine into the woman's hand, "Feed him, feed me a man, I can't do without you!"

The girl immediately put her arms around Jia Xibei's shoulders and poured wine into her lips. Jia Xibei grabbed the hem of Gao Xiu's suit with both hands, begging pitifully, "Brother...hot, brother...cough cough!"

After a few sips, Gao Xiu couldn't stand it any longer, took out the money and stuffed it into the woman's chest, angrily angrily said, "Is it so difficult to pick up a girl, thanks to the fact that I specially brought you out to see the world!"

"Brother..." Jia Xibei wiped his mouth with the back of his hand with red eyes, "I don't like women."

"Huh?" Gao Xiu was stunned.

Jia Xibei looked around timidly: "I want to go home."

"No, I don't like women... what do you like?"

"I like working, as well as bones," Jia Xibei lowered his head and twisted his fingers, "I like you, Brother Cen, and Brother Jiu, I like being with you."

He is still a child, Gao Xiu sighed and rubbed his hair: "If you have a woman, they won't dare to call you a sissy."

Jia Xibei shook his head: "I messed it up myself. If that day... I hadn't been overloaded in the sun and moonlight," he wiped away his tears, "They wouldn't look down on me..."

Jia Xibei's vomiting of ASE's controller cabin became the laughing stock of Jia Lan Tang, Gao Xiu grabbed his shoulders, and said thinly: "Damn let me hear someone say you don't say anything," he was annoyed , also distressed, "I'll kill him!"