I rely on copies to build infrastructure

To say that someone's eyes popped out of their sockets, Qin Lu always thought it was a rhetorical trick, but he never imagined that one day, this scene would actually appear in front of him.

His first guest, the moment he put the food into his mouth, half of his mechanical face showed an extremely complex expression.

Before Qin Lu could see whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied, a metal ball rolled down and fell to the ground with a "crack" sound, and a "crack" electric spark exploded.

Looking at the cyborg wastelander, his eye sockets are always empty, exposing fine metal circuits.

Qin Xiaolu was a little confused.

It's not that he didn't encounter emergencies when he was working, but his eyeballs... well, he was a little unsure if he should reach out to help customers pick them up.

Fortunately, it was useless for him to make trouble, the owner of the eyeball was more panicked than him.After being stunned for a second, the wastelander threw his bulky body to the ground, covered the metal ball with his still intact hand, and hurriedly stuffed it into his mechanical eye socket.

Turning to look at Qin Lu again, Qin Xiaolu stood up straight with a decent smile, keeping his eyes open and his mind in focus, as if he didn't notice his gaffe at all.

The wasteland guest secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't expect to be so excited.

In other words, he didn't expect the shock from the taste sensor to be so severe, and the instant bioelectricity destroyed his electronic eyes.

It's like... a taste that only lives in distant memories... a taste that every wasteland citizen firmly remembers.

At that time, Wasteland City was not what it is now.Green mountains and blue waters, high mountains and big rivers, vast land with forests, grasslands, and countless animals belong to the memory before the era of nuclear explosions.

These memories survived the catastrophe and have been implanted in the minds of generations of wastelanders.

They have never seen the blue sky, the green grass, or the city trapped inside the wall. They can only experience the life that their ancestors once enjoyed in these illusory pictures and perceptions.

The cyborg wastelander lowered his head.

This humble mille-feuille pie tastes so real.Every feedback that stimulates the taste bud cells is a reconfirmation of the memory in the brain, which brings him more than just a feeling of fullness.There is also a kind of joy that has never been experienced before.

Different from the numbness of replacing limbs, different from the excitement of burning inferior people to death, and even more different from the madness of lighting the melting pot...

The Wastelander was silent for a few seconds, then stuffed another piece of pie into his mouth,

He wasn't sure if the radiation on the ground had destroyed his central sensor, and he had hallucinations.

He has to double check.

Qin Lu didn't bother, but just put a glass of water on the table at the right time.

The wastelanders chewed silently, and filled the food silently.He was like a real robot, moving one after another, as if it was just a simple repetition, without any thinking or emotion.

Until, the steel fork in his hand touched the empty bottom of the pan.

Ding--

It is a crisp sound of metal, slight and short.But the wasteland guest seemed to be awakened by the bell of the melting pot, his semi-mechanical body trembled, and his eyes slowly focused on the empty plate on the table.

"Well……"

Why is it gone?

He looked down at the empty dinner plate in his hand.

Why is it gone?

How could it be gone?

How could it be gone?

The wasteland guest turned his head, and an angry fire flashed in his good eye.He stood up abruptly, regardless of the overturned stool, and strode to the front of the store. The mechanical arm on the left turned 180 degrees, and his fingers like steel pliers clenched into fists, and smashed heavily on the light board.

"Why not?"

As early as when he was about to attack, Xi Ren had already appeared at the door.

He didn't know when he changed into the black robe, and with a stern expression, he stretched out his hand to block Qin Lu behind him.

The wastelander's shoulders turned "Zi la la", and the metal shaft pushed the forearm to elongate, making a harsh friction sound.

Intertwined links of light appeared out of thin air, Xi Ren stretched out his hand, and a halo of light appeared in his left eye.

Qin Xiaolu, who was hiding behind him, swallowed nervously.

He felt that he should find a hidden place to hide, even if he couldn't charge forward, he couldn't hold back Xi Xiaoren.

But it was near the end of the food street, surrounded by empty wasteland, and the few remaining broken walls couldn't stop the two of them from attacking.

Xi Xiaoren... is a strong man who can directly break the neck of a pterosaur!

In the midst of his panic, he saw the wasteland customer's steel arm tremble, and a large handful of metal coins were thrown into the coin box at the entrance of the store with a "crash".

"In...in...give me another 10...ah no, I'm booking it!"

The guests from the wasteland are proud and honest.

His voice was too loud, and he couldn't speak clearly, which quickly attracted other people's onlookers.

The wastelanders, who didn't know the reason, saw the two standing face to face, and one of them was an emotional compatriot, thinking that it was another inferior person who angered the citizens, and immediately became a crowd.

According to the rules of Wasteland City, if citizens cannot show reasonable reasons, they will not be allowed to harm inferior people.But this is just a rule, and it is not uncommon for people to kill directly under agitation, but they will be punished with double the damage ratio afterwards.

In a city full of despair, many wastelanders actually have tyrannical desires hidden in their hearts, but they dare not cross the boundary because of the law.

Some people are taking risks today to have meat, how can the citizens of the waste land miss it?This is their favorite entertainment!

"Kill, kill, hurry up!"

"Despicable and inferior people, they control the fuel of the big melting pot, and contributing a little steam is their greatest value!"

"The dignity of citizens of the wasteland cannot be tarnished!"

The crowd began to clamor, but the two people in the center of the storm didn't seem to notice it, and still maintained a cold attitude towards each other.

At this time, a pleasant voice suddenly came from the store.

"Xiaoren Xiaoren, come in and push me off the dining car."

Before the words were finished, the black-robed boy left lightly, and the cyborg also sat down and slowly began to drink water.

A crowd of onlookers: ...

No, what does that mean?Stop playing?

You got so angry just now, you just broke up?

The audience was a little disappointed, but the surprise was still to come.

A few minutes later, a full trolley was pulled out, with several layers of baking trays stacked on top of it, a fresh, rich and mellow aroma that was completely irresistible hit everyone's noses without warning.

"Ah... huh... ha, huh..."

"What kind of smell is this! Huh-ha-huh, it's so fragrant!"

"It's mille-feuille pie, mille-feuille pie! You must eat mille-feuille pie on the first day of the steam festival!"

"Ah, how long has it been since I smelled this smell in the food street? Those inferior people before were all idiots, and they can't handle such a trivial matter!"

The crowd was restless again, but no one cared about the inferior people anymore. All eyes were on the broken scooter and the roasting pan exuding aroma.

"Don't look, I've reserved the place."

The cyborg citizen grinned, half of his face full of complacency.

Although he was a little impulsive about booking the venue, he doesn't regret it at all now. On the contrary, he is very thankful that he is quick-witted and decisive, and he will make a move in time.

The food in this store is a bit interesting, and it is different from the inferior food he has eaten before.He can vaguely feel some changes in his body, but he is not sure, he needs more samples to confirm.

Before that, he couldn't let others get ahead of him.

Every child born in Wasteland City knows that resources are limited, and if others get too much, you will starve.

— 6 points.

— 6 points.

— 6 points.

— 6 points.

— 6 points.

A series of 6-point records swiped the screen, and the cyborg put down the scorer with satisfaction.

He didn't want to give the store a high score, which would attract the attention of other citizens and add many competitors to him.

But he couldn't let this scumbag be thrown into the melting pot either.He is looking forward to the other party's performance in the next few days. If the food of inferior people can always bring him the same pleasure as before, he doesn't mind sending him alive to the steam festival.

"It's all gone. The taste is not as good as the previous one, but there are fewer people and it is quiet."

The cyborg waved his hand, signaling the spectators around to get out.

"That is to say, they still put their heart into it. They gave it 6 points, which is pitiful."

Some people believed what he said, but most of the diners did not move.

It's not a fool, who can't smell this smell?Heart like a hook.

Not to mention that this kid suddenly rushed to reserve the venue after there were too many people, and the ratings were still stuck. There is obviously something tricky in it!

"Hey, inferior people."

Someone in the crowd shouted at Qin Lu.

"I want to order, give me one."

Qin Lu shook his head, apologizing in fear.

"I'm sorry, the quantity is limited, and all of them have been bought by this customer."

"I pay double!"

The man sneered.

"I can still give you 10 points, how about it, is there any?"

Before Qin Lu could answer, the cyborg slammed the table.

"I told you that I will reserve the venue, don't you understand?!"

His steel arm stretched out suddenly, his fist retracted into a gun barrel, and a dazzling blue light shone faintly inside.

"Bah! Crazy!"

The man spat and looked unhappy.

NCR112 No. □□, a weapon left over from the old times, steam-focused, powerful, once fired, he will be directly blasted into the melting pot.

But weapons consume a lot of steam energy. In the wasteland city where steam is scarce, few people use high-energy-consuming things. Everyone prefers to use steam to maintain life.

The steam cycle can protect the state of the mechanical body and allow people to live for a long time. Nothing is more important than this.

In order to save steam energy, wastelanders built steel buildings, moved into dungeons with lower radiation, abandoned all entertainment and enjoyment, and ate without a single pastime, how could they use the most precious resources?

In just a few seconds of charging, the cyborg had two more rust spots, and the bionic joints on the neck also showed oxidative discoloration. Although the circulatory system quickly filled the gap, the overall steam volume was lost after all. , I am afraid that the parts will be replaced soon.

Tsk tsk, is it worth it? !