I became the Martial Saint of the Wasteland

As Rosen's god-refining strength increased.

The volume of his [Consciousness Space] is also gradually expanding.

Arrive at the warehouse opposite the patrol station where foreign goods are stored.

He raised his hand and collected it quickly.

It didn't take long to remove about one-half of the stock.

The quantity of this batch of goods is seven or eight times larger than the one he originally delivered to Commissioner No. 7.

But Rosen doesn't plan to hand it over all at once.

He takes it with him first, and he has the final say on how much he pays.

After collecting the foreign goods, he didn't go to the hotel again.

Instead, he headed to the old city and came to one of the houses purchased during this period.

I randomly found a room, made sure my equipment was properly dressed, and then activated [Time Travel].

Invisible space ripples rippled instantly, and the next moment, he disappeared from where he was.

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Wasteland world.

Golden Sunshine Street.

Rosen's vision suddenly changed, and he saw a dark alley.

A stinky ditch filled with the smell of putrefaction flows quietly by.

"came back."

This time he did something big, and when he returned to the wasteland again, he just felt like he was in another world.

He left the alley in a familiar manner.

Now he is fully armed.

The Z2 urban garrison exoskeleton armor is worn on the outside.

Carrying a saboteur rifle behind his back.

Although the triangular rapid-fire machine gun on the right arm is retracted, an experienced wastelander can tell at a glance that it is a matching weapon module.

The boundaries of identity in the wasteland are blurred.

Those who are dressed in rags, have not been injected with genetic enhancement drugs, or lack weapons and equipment are basically scavengers.

Their dressing styles tend to be punk and heavy metal, and they are mostly predators who wear light armor and small weapons.

And someone like Rosen who still wears an exoskeleton in the neighborhood will basically be judged as a warrior.

Still a relatively good fighter.

You must know that the driving of the exoskeleton requires the consumption of energy batteries.

If you are still wearing an exoskeleton when not in combat, your belt bag will definitely not be much thinner.

And a wealthy warrior is almost the same as a powerful warrior.

This is a preconceived concept in the wasteland world.

that's the truth.

Just because he has this set of weapons worth more than a thousand dark crystals.

The average small raider team is no match for him.

After being fully armed, you no longer need to be cautious when walking on the street.

Those malicious predators walked around when they saw him.

In addition, in just a few months, his physique has become much stronger, and he has even grown several centimeters in height.

It turned out that he was more like a malnourished teenager.

And now when he puts on the bulletproof mask, he already looks a bit like a young man.

Of course, there is no difference between teenagers and young people in the wasteland.

Even a child of seven or eight years old can still kill someone with a laser gun.

Without any delay, he rented an unnamed safe room at Golden Sunshine Credit Union as usual.

At the same time, he raised the BP device on his wrist and dialed the communication code of Commissioner No. 7.

"Hello, dear Mr. Zhang Zhenyu."

"It's been eight days since our last transaction."

"I've had a hard time waiting for this communication."

Both parties signed a contract.

But Rosen will definitely not use his real name.

He used the new BP to register information with Zhang Zhenyu's name and body data.

It's just a formality anyway.

"In stock."

"More than last time."

"Come to the insurance room A-73 in Jinyang Sunshine Street for transaction."

"I'll wait for you outside."

With exclusive supply, Lawson is the boss.

It’s No. 7’s turn to come to him, not him to go to No. 7 again.

"OK."

"Please wait."

"I can arrive within a quarter of an hour at the latest."

When I heard on the 7th that Lawson had goods, I was quite unambiguous. These are all solid performance points.

Whether he can be transferred to the Hangzhou Liantong District smoothly depends on Rosen's supply.

If we can really provide long-term and stable supply, this will be a great achievement.

After the communication was hung up, No. 7 quickly left the contact point with his bodyguard.

The two-headed oxen transport team followed.

Rosen slowly took out about half of the goods in the safe, which was completely made of concrete.

This amount of goods is almost four times the volume of the last transaction.

The other half that I brought was stored in the [Consciousness Space] first, and it would be too late to trade it after a few days.

The 7th is still on time.

About ten minutes later, Rosen, who was waiting outside the safe room in advance, saw No. 7 and the two muscular bodyguards following him.

At first, No. 7 didn't recognize him.

Until Rosen waved to him first.

After being stunned for a moment, No. 7 came to his senses.

"Are you Mr. Zhang?"

He came to Rosen and asked awkwardly.

Don't blame him for being so out of sorts.

The contrast between Rosen's image before and after is too huge.

When No. 7 first met Rosen, he was dressed like a scavenger.

Unexpectedly, in such a short period of time, not only did the shotgun change, but also the body became stronger.

Even if the genetic medicine is injected, the body will not become strong quickly.

The only thing that can turn a person into a muscular tyrant is the FEV forced evolution virus and its extensions.

But the side effects of that stuff are huge.

Either he becomes a sterile Terror mutant, or he becomes a hot-tempered guy.

Rosen obviously did not experience similar changes.

Then the changes in him are intriguing.

"It's me." After seeing No. 7's surprise, Rosen just replied calmly.

He still remembers that when he first met No. 7, the other person was still careless and ignored.

Compared with now, they are completely different.

"Let's deal."

Rosen urged.

To replenish his withered wallet, he had to go to Black Blade Otok and buy back the three "Oppenheimer's Tears".

Those three mini nuclear bombs are Rosen's trump card in the next stage.

Its yield is about 64 times that of a nuclear grenade.

If we were in the English Concession at that time, that would be the thing used.

I'm afraid most of the concession area will be lifted to the sky.

However, Oppenheimer's tears are not cheap, each one requires 20,000 dark crystals.

This price can even set up a combat team in the Golden Sunshine District, all wearing Z2 exoskeletons and equipped with combat modules.

Therefore, the positioning of this thing is actually very embarrassing.

It is indeed a great weapon, but in the eyes of most wastelanders, its value is not that high.

It's a rare item, but it's not a popular item.

Only Rosen, a big-time villain who was not short of money, eagerly took the bait.

Last time, he didn't have time to bargain properly and just asked for a gift worth several hundred dark crystals.

Including the light deflection force field generating device is one of the gifts.

This time Rosen was definitely going to kill the black-blade Otok.

The deposit is only to reserve the goods, and there is room for negotiation on the final price.

No matter what happens, he will ask for a gift of several thousand dark crystals.

With the mini nuclear bomb in hand, Rosen has the confidence to walk in the wasteland.

If you want to cause trouble, first see if the nuclear bomb in his hand will agree.

After hearing Rosen's urging, Commissioner No. 7 finally came to his senses.

He quickly followed him into the safe room.

The accompanying bodyguards consciously guarded the door.

Seeing that the quantity of this batch of goods was more than four times that of the last time, No. 7 suddenly showed a slightly flattering smile.

The gaze he looked at Rosen became more intense.

As usual, inspection and valuation.

In the end, Rosen obtained seven source crystals and 6,400 energy units of dark crystals.

No. 7 asked the bodyguard to take the cargo to the two-headed cow's vehicle.

This kind of two-headed cow is the product of radiation and is essentially a heterogeneous species.

But it is a relatively mild-tempered existence among mutant creatures.

Suitable for animal power, the skin, meat and bones are all valuable.

When all the goods were loaded onto the truck and both parties had cleared their money and goods, Rosen was about to say goodbye and leave.

But he was stopped by No. 7.

I saw him mysteriously pulling Rosen into the safe that had been evacuated.

Said in a very low voice.

"Mr. Zhang."

"As a partner."

"I have a free message for you."

After hearing his words, the expression under Rosen's mask suddenly became a little strange.

"Free news?"

"Isn't it still the Sihai Street Police Station?"

His tone was teasing.

Last time on the 7th, I wanted to use free and power armor as bait to guide him to the security station in Sihai Street.

At this time, old things were brought up again, and No. 7's expression suddenly became subtle.

"Ahem..."

"No, but it has something to do with it."

No. 7 coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment. Seeing that Rosen didn't speak again, he continued.

"Blood Wolf Group."

"It's news about the Blood Wolf Group."

"They will attack the Sihai Street Police Station in about a week."

"Send a team of 150 people to attack."

This news made Rosen raise his eyebrows slightly.

"Do you think I can beat those 150 people by myself?"

"The Blood Wolf Group has power armor."

"Even if it's just some magic-modified junk that was taken out of the ruins."

"But it's not comparable to my individual soldier exoskeleton."

He shook his head and asked.

In the earliest information about the Blood Wolf Group that he bought from the Golden Ear Tavern.

However, it was noted that the Blood Wolf Group possesses two magically modified versions of power armor.

Their powered armor is a lightweight mobile type equipped by the Covenant Community's SAC Strike Assault Brigade.

Pre-war codename M1A9 Silencer.

When the Blood Wolf Group found these two sets of power armor from the ruins, they were both in a damaged state.

Among them are the bones of SAC commandos.

After dismantling, repairing and replacing the power core, it can barely be driven.

But the three-defense device, rear armor, life radio monitoring system and lightweight mobility module are gone.

The people of the Blood Wolf Regiment welded C-shaped steel plates and fence armor on the outside to withstand the rockets that flooded the wasteland.

However, in terms of overall combat effectiveness, those shabby versions of power armor can still beat the Z2 exoskeleton by several blocks.

Not only can it be equipped with squad support weapons with more powerful firepower.

It can even be equipped with air and ground missile launch nests.

If Rosen is asked to pick a 150-person Blood Wolf Regiment raiding team by himself, the chances of winning are not very good.

Even with a mini nuke.

The wasteland is not the Eight Wastelands.

With preparation, there are many means to counter small nuclear strikes.

The most typical one is the laser anti-missile system.

The simple version of the laser anti-missile device is about the same size as a suitcase and can be dragged by ordinary people.

The garrison range can reach a radius of more than 1,500 meters.

If it is rainy, foggy, and dusty, this data will fluctuate.

Large-scale anti-missile systems require small quantum computers.

The only difference is the maximum number of interceptions.

Often thousands of ballistic targets can be intercepted simultaneously.

In addition, there are high-speed unmanned shuttles, gas shields, holy shield systems and other means.

With the strength of the Blood Wolf Group, there must be small anti-missile means.

Moreover, when attacking a certain ruins, snipers equipped with thermal and life radio devices will inevitably be sent to occupy the surrounding commanding heights.

I'm afraid Rosen will be discovered before he reaches the launch distance of the mini-nuclear bomb.

There are very few stupid people who can survive in the wasteland.

But No. 7 narrowed his eyes and lowered his volume again.

"You misunderstood."

"I didn't mean for you to stop the Raiders."

"But you can take advantage of the emptiness within the Blood Wolf Regiment and go directly to their station."

"Based on the recent activity frequency of the Blood Wolf Group, there will be no more than forty people staying at the station."

Bands of raiders tend to operate in small groups.

Unless they are attacking a large target, they will not go out in full force.

Under this premise, it is inevitable that the Blood Wolf Regiment will be empty.

If Rosen planned to rescue people, there was a high probability that those prisoners would also be locked up in the station.

Of course, that's assuming they haven't been disposed of yet.

But since it is a station, there are definitely a lot of defensive measures deployed.

It would be very difficult for him to attack alone.

It seemed that he could see his concerns.

No. 7 continued.

"In terms of manpower, you can consider mercenaries, combat machines, and slave armies."

"The Golden Ear Bar has access to this and would be happy to assist you."

Rosen did not answer, but looked at No. 7 with a scrutinizing gaze.

"This information is useful to me."

"But you seem to have lost your sense of distance."

"Instigating is not what a qualified intermediary should do."

His words didn't make No. 7 feel any strange.

On the contrary, Commissioner No. 7 shook his head solemnly.

"No, you are wrong about one thing."

"I'm not the middle man."

"Because I'm totally on your side."

"Now the transaction volume between you and the Golden Ear Bar will soon exceed 100,000 dark crystals."

"For our partners, we have an obligation to solve your problems."

Rosen sneered and did not answer.

Just listen to this, and whoever believes it will be wronged.

The fact of the partnership is certainly true.

The interests of both parties are tied up, and Golden Ear will not cheat it.

In other words, the Blood Wolf Group's station is probably really empty.

But combined with the sensitive Sihai Street Police Station.

It is not difficult to guess that Golden Ear has the idea of ​​killing someone with a borrowed knife.

There is no doubt that there is something wrong with the Sihai Street Police Station.

The raiding team sent by the Blood Wolf Group will most likely not be able to come back. If a third party takes action at this time and takes over their base.

Then it would be equivalent to completely blocking the blood wolf group's retreat.

At the same time, the Golden Ear Bar can also minimize its presence in this matter.

So that third parties cannot associate things with them.

Rosen did have a reason to take action against the Blood Wolf Group.

But he won't take the bait.

At least No. 7 won’t feel like he’s being fooled!

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