Number9 of the Knockout

Sachs had been biting the cigarette in his mouth for a while without thinking about lighting it.Because he was full of energy to stare at the uncle who was doing tiger push-ups with his bare upper body on the ground. The lines of his tense back muscles were covered with beads of sweat. Effect.

And just before, when he woke up and yawned and took out a cigarette from the pocket of his clothes that was thrown aside, the uncle was doing pull-ups with the steel arms in the cabin.

In fact, for No. [-], daily high-intensity training is a daily necessity. No matter whether there is a mission or not, they are weapons ready to fire at any time, and it is impossible to just put them in the corner and wait for them to rust.

The young man who finally came back to his senses finally lit a cigarette with a "crack", and glanced uncomfortably at No. [-]'s male body, which was obviously stronger and more majestic than his own, even though Sachs was in the usual actual combat. He has also developed a healthy and strong body, but it is of course incomparable to the body trained by a professional soldier like No. [-], who must reach the limit of attack power every time he attacks.

"I said uncle, can't you fucking do something else?!"

Sachs couldn't stand the guy showing his muscles all the time. Although it might be unconscious, he didn't need to be reminded of his immaturity all the time.

No. [-] immediately stopped exercising after hearing his words, stood up "swish", and his steel-like body stood up straight as if undergoing a review.But this immediately made Sachs feel the distance in height between himself and No. [-]. Damn, are there any special additives in the synthetic nutrients in the army?So much so that such an old guy actually wants him to look up to him!

The boss of District 29, who is extremely psychologically unbalanced, got up early in the morning and was not in a good mood. Now he is even worse, especially when he wakes up, he sees the cabin that is so tidy that it makes the scalp tingle. For a moment, he thought he was lying down. It's not this garbage planet, but the blurred scene buried in the deepest part of his memory. He really fucking regrets it now!

What should this idle, boring old guy do?In short, it's enough to stretch the muscles and dangle in front of his eyes.

He thought for a while, and suddenly the corners of his mouth, which had been tightly clenched because he was holding a cigarette, curled up in a nasty arc.

"Uncle, come with me."

No. 29 followed Sachs all the way out of the residential area. As far as the terrain is concerned, Area [-] is actually a canyon, with high hills on three sides, plus mountains of waste. Qiu's blockage was weakened, at least not burying the people sleeping in the scrap iron house under the yellow sand after one night.

The rubbish behind the residential area has been cleared, and a very open land has been leveled out, and that land is not dry, cracked, scorched soil, but some very wet black soil, surrounded by a huge iron frame, covered with It has a transparent plastic film, which can not only isolate the wind and sand, but also be exposed to the radiation of the stars.

There are green plants planted on the black soil, some have grown very tall, some are still seedlings, and some are curled up and lying on some metal shelves.A few residents in protective suits were squatting on the ground to work. There was a small plate next to them, in which clumps of green plants were soaked in nutrient solution. The seeds of the plants got more water and care in another place and germinated. After reaching the stronger seedling stage, they are transplanted into the soil to continue to grow.

"This is our farm." Sachs snuffed out the cigarette. "Everything you eat these days is grown from here."

Plant?Although No. [-] has carried out missions on countless colonized planets and uninhabited planets, he has never seen planting behavior with his own eyes. Humans with synthetic technology no longer need to perform this kind of low-level labor to obtain food, especially in the universe. A large amount of incompressible storage space, an unstable shelf life that is highly susceptible to environmental influences, and energy-consuming transportation that must be transported from the place of origin to the place of demand through long distances, the cultivation behavior has long been completely banned by science and technology.

"Huh? Uncle, why are you here?"

A group of people are pushing a trolley over, and the trolley is covered with some black soil. This is not the over-weathered sand on the surface of the planet, but some black soil with mineral nutrients.

Number Nine judged from the voice that the person who called him just now was Jamie.

"Uncle, are you here to help farm the land?"

Sachs never told him what the purpose of coming here was, he just came as ordered, so he couldn't answer Jamie's question.

It’s rare for little freckles to meet someone who doesn’t know the situation better than him. You must know that teenagers always like to show off what they know in front of people bigger than him: “You must not know, right? The soil that grows here comes from It was dug out of the underground mines! Although there is nothing growing on the surface here, there is a lot of black soil preserved in the deep underground, and that’s it!” He took a handful of it from his cart After rubbing, the fine soil fell from his fingers, "Then we plant the plants on it, water and fertilize them every day, then after a certain period of time, they will grow various fruits, or we can directly Eat their bodies! This kind of food is much better than those nutritional supplements!"

Totally agree with Number Nine.

"Come with me." Sachs interrupted them, and led No. [-] into the plantation field. Immediately, a person who was working stood up and greeted him.

"Boss Sax, what's the matter?"

Although he couldn't see his face, the man was obviously much older than Sachs according to his voice, but his waist was bent like a hunchback, and his tone of voice was flattering.

"Didn't you tell me that there are not enough manpower? This is a new guy, and he will work with you in the future. Teach him well."

Sachs handed over a cigarette, and the man quickly nodded and took it: "Thank you boss for taking care of me, I will definitely teach him how to work, don't worry!"

The little freckles came over and yelled, "Old Gabe, don't take this opportunity to bully Grandma!" This old Gabe is well-known in District 29 as a slippery old man. When it's his turn to hide and hide, but in front of the boss is another active style, this is something the whole district knows.

But it was because he had been working in the fields all the time that he gradually became the most experienced one.

Old Gabe certainly didn't want to lose face in front of the boss, so he waved his hands again and again: "No, no, boss, don't believe what this kid says."

With the backing of the boss, Jamie certainly refused to give in: "Who doesn't know that you always bully newcomers? Let me tell you, Uncle Nai used to be a soldier in the Union Army. If you dare to bully him, be careful that your neck will be broken..." Not yet After he finished speaking, he was hit on the back of the head, and Sachs' warning eyes made him shut up immediately.

Sachs strangled his neck: "Okay, I'll leave it to you." As he spoke, he dragged away the talkative little freckle. The less people know about Number [-] being a Union soldier, the better. After all, many of the people on this planet are those who were forced by the Alliance to flee here for asylum or homeless who don't like being governed by the Alliance.

Old Gabe and Number Nine were left.Old Gabby stared at No. [-] for a while, and saw that he was standing there dumbly, as if he was a newcomer who was easy to bully, so he straightened up immediately after bending over just now, pointing to the ground with a haughty attitude and stood up. A pile of pots of green seedlings: "That's good, newcomer, these are all the work you have to do, hurry up, otherwise the things will be transported back after dark, and it will be a big trouble!"

Number Nine nodded in understanding.

But there is one thing, he actually has the idea that he doesn't want to respond with the attitude of treating the chief.

After finally arranging the work of that uncle, Sachs stopped paying attention to it. Anyway, it is not a difficult and dangerous task. Even if the uncle is a little older, he should be able to do it, right?

The transport ship came again, but because during the big storm, they had to let the new goods be stored for a while, which meant that after the storm passed, they would have to compete with other people in the adjacent area for this batch of resources.I hope those idiots stop shooting around with their guns, Sachs could not help thinking.

The output of the plantation is obviously not enough to meet the consumption of everyone here. There are still many residents in District 29 who are unwilling to waste time and energy on planting plants to obtain food. It is absolutely not worth spending one or two cosmic months to obtain With a large output, if you use your valuables to replace a can of synthetic nutrient solution, it will be enough to last a cosmic month.

Therefore, many people look forward to the arrival of the spaceship every day, so that they can obtain many useful things and then exchange them.

Sachs won't stop them, scrambling for resources is normal on this planet, it's just that conflicts tend to be bloody, sometimes it's just a fight, but if one of the conflicting parties has a dangerous weapon in their hands, the situation will be different. Not optimistic anymore.

Especially in District 29, most of them are children and old people who were evicted when they got old. They have no ability to resist in the face of terrible violence.Sachs had to organize the small number of young people and skillfully occupy a favorable position first, in case a conflict should occur, they could pre-empt the attack.And opponents are often not brave and fearless people, afraid of being killed, afraid of being abandoned by their companions because of injuries, so those people often cherish their lives, and once they find that the 29th district is hard to eat, they will directly Choose to give up.

Therefore, every grabbing of resources is tantamount to a war.

Sachs is now squatting behind a pile of scrap metal. He has a cigarette in his hand, but he cannot light it, because the burning smoke will give away his location. He waits impatiently. Although they are the first to arrive, it does not mean People from other districts will not come.

Sometimes you just come when you don't want to.

From the cracks in the abandoned steel, he saw a few spooky shadows, took a deep breath, took out the stun gun at his waist, and stroked the cold body firmly, as if this was the only one he had in the entire universe. Something to lean on.

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A group of dolls were lying on the table and pulled the stewed potato steak into their mouths, but because their little hands were not flexible enough, the sauce was all over their cheeks and chins. Sitting among the little dolls was a burly man who was several floors taller than all the children, with his waist straight. Sitting upright enough to measure with a square, the spoon in your hand sends food into your mouth at a uniform speed of no more than 0.1 second intervals. Even if you count carefully, the number of times you chew each mouthful is the same. of.

Suddenly the door of the church was pushed open, and a group of people rushed in staggeringly. Their protective clothing and cloaks were all in tatters. The young man was carrying a person on the left and the right. His orange-red flamboyant hair was dirty as if rolling through mud. The protective clothing on his left shoulder was stained with blood. The protective clothing did not absorb water. A large area was covered, and it was still dripping on the church floor.

Jamie panicked and yelled, "Sister Emma! Sister Emma! Come save the boss, he's been shot!!"

"Fuck...don't yell..." The two people next to him were holding his arms and pulling at the wound, making his scalp numb, and the screaming in his ears made him even more anxious, Sachs growled angrily Stop that guy.Didn't you see that group of children were so frightened that they were about to cry?If you accidentally cry while eating, you will choke to death... There was a moment of confusion in the head, and suddenly the whole person flew off the ground.

No. [-], who was sitting at the table a few seconds ago, left the seat very quickly, and took over from Jamie and another person to hug Sachs.

The young man who wanted to struggle only now felt his own weakness. His legs, which had been strenuously walking back just now, were as weak as a hose, but he was unconsciously relieved that he no longer had to tear the wound due to the movement.

At this time, Sister Emma also ran out holding a box with a red cross on it: "Put him on the bench!"

Number Nine carried out the order immediately.

After untiing the blood-stained protective clothing, there were two bleeding bullet holes on Sax's shoulder, which were penetrating wounds caused by bullets piercing directly without rolling over. Sister Emma checked the condition of the wound very calmly. Two holes were made, and the amount of bleeding looked scary, but luckily no artery was injured, and the bullet did not stay in the body.

"Woooooo..." Seeing the unstoppable blood flowing from the wound to the ground, little freckle thought his boss was dying, squatting beside him and crying like a collapse, "Boss, don't die! Woooo..."

Without looking up, Sister Emma said, "Shut up this little crow."

"Wow." A palm strike hit Jamie's side carotid sinus with great precision, and Jamie, who was screaming just now, immediately shut his mouth and fell down with saliva all over his face.With everyone stunned, No. [-] picked up the fainted little freckle and put it in a corner where it would not be in the way of others, and continued to stand beside Sister Emma waiting for the next order.

Sister Emma was quite proficient in her movements, and quickly helped Sachs treat the wound and bandage it up. On planets with backward medical conditions, only the oldest methods can be used to treat the wound and let human beings' own healing power slowly repair the wound.And Sachs seems to have long been accustomed to this kind of treatment method that he must endure pain for a long time until heals after being injured. He smiled at Sister Emma: "Old woman... your face is so ugly... don't worry, you can't die... ..."

It wasn't until she put down everything that the elderly woman showed a pale face after being frightened: "You child, don't you know how to hide when you know that the other party has a gun?"

Sachs didn't explain, as if he was tired and closed his glasses.

The other young man who helped him back together hesitated for a moment, but he was obviously not the type who couldn't hold back his words: "It's not the boss' fault, it's the people in District 15 who are so despicable! They kidnapped Jamie and threatened the boss, the boss He was shot by their guns to save Jamie... If it wasn't for the boss, then the bullet hole would be on Jamie's head..."

Everyone was silent for a moment.The resources on this planet are too scarce. Almost every time a transport ship brings in new garbage, there will be a battle for it. In order to survive, sometimes humans can do whatever they can.

Sister Emma reached out and stroked the hard orange-red hair full of sand, then lowered her head and touched Sachs's smooth forehead lightly with her forehead, her voice was choked with suppressed emotions: "You did a great job Well my boy... you are doing well, you have done well enough, now, my boy, you can rest in peace, everything will be fine, don't worry about anything, sleep in peace, my Good boy……"

Maybe it was because of excessive bleeding and weakness, maybe it was exhausted after returning from the injury, maybe Sister Emma's voice was more effective than the sedative potion, Sachs, who just closed his eyes at first, really fell asleep this time up.

When Sachs woke up, the light of the two stars had already irradiated the earth extremely hot.

He felt a little dizzy in his head, and the wound was pulled at every movement of his body, which made his scalp numb for a while.Damn District 15 bastards, a bunch of greedy villains...

Although it wasn't the first time he was shot, but because of his vigilance and calmness, such shootings were nothing more than scratches, and it was the first time that he had a hole in his body like this.

He didn't know how long he had slept like this. There was no mechanical medical assistance technology here, and he could only rely on the recovery ability of the human body.Sachs is pretty sure he's got Jamie back from a near-capture, but what about the others?Did you retreat safely according to his orders?Are new resources being forced to give up completely?

He wanted to sit up, but his limbs were limp and disobedient. A strong arm stretched out and pressed him on the bed with a force that could not be resisted. So Sachs saw No. [-] who was silently guarding beside the bed. .How long has he been sitting here?Sachs thought it wouldn't be surprising even if he had been guarding here since the moment he fell into a coma, after all, this uncle's head is a muscle.

Probably because of the backlight and a little dizziness, Sachs couldn't see No. [-]'s face clearly, but felt that the burly old man was sitting there like a mountain, motionless, carrying out the order that Sister Emma gave him to look after himself.

"I remember."

"Do not."

"I want to go out."

"Do not."

"I want to smoke."

"Do not."

The requests were rejected by No. [-] without any hesitation. Sachs's wounds were already painful, and his anxiety surged up wave after wave. He couldn't even smoke a cigarette to distract his attention. damn it!Isn't it just two holes?As for not being allowed to get out of bed like he was dying? !

"Damn it!" The irritable young man ignored No. [-]'s objection, and was about to stand up with his uninjured arm propped on the bed, but his behavior was firmly stopped.

The old man who was in charge of taking care of him definitely didn't have good-looking muscles, so Sachs suddenly understood the gap in strength between the two, which made the proud young man even more unbearable: "Let me go !! Why the fuck do you care about me!」

His struggle was extremely violent, almost like a beating, No. [-] looked at the bright red color on the bandage, and remembered Sister Emma's order before she left: if he struggles, hug him, until he calms down.So No. [-] decided to carry out the order, he quickly lowered his body, gathered the opponent's arms and hugged him whole, then bent one foot and pressed the two long legs that could kick him back completely.

Sachs didn't expect him to make this move at all, and he was hugged firmly for a moment. This old guy's body is not soft at all, it is full of hard muscles like rocks. Just put him on the ground, and finally only the mouth and eyes can move.

"What the hell are you trying to do?! Let me go!!"

Nine felt compelled to explain the situation, so she told him, "You're hurt. Need rest. Recover. Heal. You can't go anywhere." Thinking about Sister Emma's order, she added, "Smoking is not allowed. Allowed."

"..."

Because the faces of the two are very close, Number Nine can clearly see Sachs' sky blue eyes staring at him. He doesn't understand what the other party wants to express, but at least he can understand that there is an aggressiveness in it. Intentions, guessing that the other party is not willing to obey the order of the supreme leader.

He felt that this was not good, and he should be persuaded at this time.But in the Spartan training camp, there was no persuasive training, because Spartan soldiers did not need this kind of weak language art. What they had to do was to directly and completely annihilate the enemy.

Suddenly he remembered the scene yesterday, so after making sure that he was completely holding Sachs in his arms, he freed up a hand to stroke the hard orange hair.

No. [-] is not sure whether the behavior he made can achieve the effect of Sister Emma's, but it is more practical to act directly than persuasion that he can't think of a word.However, the effect was obvious, and Sachs finally calmed down.

No, it should be said that Sachs froze directly.

"What the hell are you doing?" The young man whose hair was rubbed a little on his forehead, his eyes faintly visible from the shade of orange-red hair carried a kind of ferocity on the verge of collapse, every word bared from between the teeth.

Number Nine didn't know the terminology of this kind of behavior, so he could only remain silent, and carefully recalled Sister Emma's technique, and then performed a simulation operation.He was the best soldier in the camp, and although he hadn't had a chance to fly a spaceship, he got top marks in every mock test.

The big hand that was still kneading and changing the angle completely broke Sachs: "Stop it!!!"

Number nine paused, did something go wrong?

The young man in his arms looked very strange, he was so angry that he trembled violently, but when the huge anger exceeded the normal situation, it seemed to be to cover up some emotions that he didn't want others to know.

"Let go of me." Sachs suddenly calmed down, and his voice became extremely cold, "I won't get up, and I won't smoke, so let me go."

Now that the desired goal was achieved, No. [-] let go of his arms and got off the bed, and after being freed, Sachs gave him a hard look, tilted his head and closed his eyes.

Number [-] looked puzzled at the young man whose emotions were so unpredictable that he couldn't judge the correct way to deal with it at this time, so he could only continue to perform the guarding task.