Wasteland: My items are infinitely upgraded

"Exhaust Ventilation Combat Suit lv7, White Quality"

"Basic Attributes: Defense 20, Durability 10/10; Can consume 1 point of Life Value to upgrade"

"Additional Attributes:

Photovoltaic Panel: Restored to perfect condition, power generation efficiency increased, no energy storage yet, remaining lifespan of one year.

Cooling Fan: Fan power strengthened, cooling effect significantly improved, with adjustable switch settings."

"Evaluation: A normally functioning exhaust ventilation combat suit, currently only usable in places with sunlight. An energy storage battery can be added to expand its applicable range; Overall, it can reduce perceived body temperature by -8°."

After completing the upgrade, an additional switch device appeared on the exhaust fan on the side of the waist, with the fan speed divided into two settings: high and low.

It's much more convenient to use than before.

The maximum exhaust speed even feels a bit cold. After the sweat secreted by the skin evaporates and absorbs heat, it takes away a large amount of body surface heat energy, and the perceived temperature drops sharply, causing goosebumps.

With the enhanced person's self-regulation, as long as there isn't strenuous exercise, the body temperature on the wasteland is roughly around thirty-four or five degrees Celsius, and sweating isn't too excessive.

But once combat is engaged, or a long-distance raid is undertaken, blood rushes upwards, and the body temperature will rapidly rise. Even with profuse sweating, it can reach thirty-seven or eight degrees Celsius, equivalent to a low-grade fever.

If this continues, and the fever reaches thirty-nine or even forty degrees Celsius or higher, not only will heatstroke, heat fatigue, and other heatstroke symptoms occur, but in severe cases, one might even directly fall into a coma.

And the exhaust ventilation combat suit can effectively lower body temperature, especially in the extremely important torso area, where the blood of the internal organs circulates.

Reducing it by eight degrees is equivalent to blood at around thirty degrees Celsius flowing into the limbs and brain, continuously cooling them down.

With this suit, and maintaining the replenishment of water and energy, Lin Feng can run more than ten kilometers in one go.

Lin Feng shook his head and explained:

"How could I have the money to buy a new one? It's all junk I pieced together from various sources, then sewed and assembled myself."

"It's barely usable, but it can be considered a preparation made in advance for this wolf hunting operation."

After speaking, Lin Feng turned his head and looked outside.

Through the observation ventilation holes of the iron carriage, he saw familiar iron cages one by one.

Not far away was the slave market during the Holy Spring Gathering; they were located in the peripheral suburbs behind Oasis Town.

Those slave owners strung together flatbed trailers, each loaded with low iron cages.

Above the storefront at the front, large photovoltaic panels were erected to provide forward power for the cargo truck.

The most valuable slaves were young women and men, followed by children, and finally the elderly.

Here, "elderly" does not refer to actual age, but wasteland age.

The shorter the time since awakening on the wasteland, the lighter the exposure to the scorching sun, the more expensive they are.

White skin is the most expensive, followed by yellow, and then black...

Things are priced according to scarcity.

For example, Lin Feng when he first emerged from the ground, with his white skin and tender flesh, could have been sold for a high price.

Even if a buyer couldn't be contacted immediately, he would have been qualified to lie comfortably under the shade of the photovoltaic panels.

He would have water to drink and grass roots to chew, and wouldn't have to rush on the road.

Just as A'lian said, it was indeed much better than when he was in Chen Shanshan's team.

The slave owner would even treat him, reduce inflammation, and use those expensive medicines to ensure he recovered to health.

As for the second-class goods in the dog cages behind, they were all low-priced, high-volume items to maintain appearances.

Under Li Hu's guidance, the tricycle slowly parked in the parking area under the photovoltaic panels of a slave trading shop. The hook welded to the front of the truck firmly connected to the bumper.

As soon as Li Hu got out of the vehicle, the slave-owning boss, dressed in a leather jacket and jeans, walked up with a beaming smile:

"Judging by this stance, Brother Hu has another big operation?"

"How many do you need this time?"

Li Hu frowned and turned his head, showing the hideous new wound on his face:

"Suffered a big loss, lost everything I had."

"Just pick some cheap goods, but they need to be in slightly better condition, at least able to walk."

Hearing Li Hu's request, the cowboy boss nodded, took out a cowboy hat and put it on his head, then poured a glass of light yellow fruit juice drink for the four people present.

Lin Feng took a small sip.

The drink poured from the wooden bucket exuded a faint sweet and sour taste. The taste was somewhat familiar; it was sea buckthorn fruit juice diluted with water.

The same as the one Boss Huang took out before.

But back then, it was to celebrate eating wolf meat that Old Huang was willing to give each person less than half a cup.

And the cowboy boss Lan was so generous in front of him, which can only show that the slave trade is really profitable.

At least much richer than the ordinary residents who open hotels, grocery stores, and bathhouses in Fifth Village.

It should be the most profitable business, second only to the Four Great Villages and the Guild.

Under the leadership of the cowboy boss, the group came to the flatbed trailer towed behind to select the slaves Li Hu needed.

In addition to the higher-quality goods locked under the photovoltaic panels where the store was located, there were a total of seven flatbed trailers behind, each with ten to fifteen inferior slaves imprisoned in the iron cages.

They were squeezed into the five- or six-square-meter iron cages, which were less than one and a half meters high. They were already so crowded that there was only room to stand, and they couldn't even stand up straight.

At this moment, each of them was like a wilted weed, leaning against the cage walls, overlapping each other, closing their eyes and breathing weakly.

There were nearly a hundred people in the seven iron cages.

Because of Li Hu's purchase requirements, the cowboy boss led everyone directly to the last car section.

"These are all cheap goods. Each only needs five kilograms of dried meat, which is considered a loss-making sale. The cost of feeding and watering them along the way is not small."

Pointing to the last three flatbed trailers, the cowboy boss drew the whip from his waist and flicked it on the iron cage, making a crisp tapping sound.

The unconscious slaves inside immediately woke up as if they had a stress response, stood up one after another, and squatted in a row in front of everyone to display themselves.

Li Hu slowly walked up, skillfully raised his hand and reached into the iron cage to select and inspect the goods.

His rough and powerful hand grabbed the slave's jaw, pried open his mouth, and checked the condition of his teeth and tongue to confirm their condition.

This requires some keen eyesight to pick out those slaves who, from the half-dead slaves in front of you, can recover and walk a few kilometers after drinking some saliva.

The condition of most of them has already deteriorated to the point of near death, and their physical functions have long since collapsed.

Such slaves are commonly known as sick dogs.

Basically, the only value left is to die and be used to feed other living slaves.

Buying them is like throwing money away.

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The iron cages in the first few flatbed trailers still contain slaves in good condition who can open their eyes, speak, and have clear logical thinking.

But they are very expensive, starting at ten kilograms of dehydrated dried meat.

Equivalent to more than half a month's worth of rations.

Now Li Hu can no longer afford this kind of medium-grade goods.

After picking for a long time, he only found two that were okay. To speed up the selection, Li Hu poured the remaining half of the clear and sweet fruit juice in the cup in his left hand onto a wooden board in another iron cage.

The sound of dripping water and the sweet fragrance, like a signal for mealtime, made the groggy inferior goods sober up a lot, turning around and lying on the ground, vying and pushing each other to suck up the remaining fruit juice with their mouths.

Li Hu showed a sneer and quickly found a few guys who were licking it vigorously.

"Hey, hey, that's a foul!"

"There can't be a discount on this!"

The cowboy boss walked up with a smile.

Li Hu shrugged, pointing to three iron cages:

"Him, him, and that, that one."

"Six each, thirty points, right?"

As he spoke, Li Hu took out his Wasteland Hunter license and handed it to the cowboy boss:

"I didn't bring dried meat, just swipe the points."

The boss took the ID card, opened the cages, picked out the goods Li Hu had selected, unlocked the shackles, put ropes around their necks, and dragged them all the way to the front.

Lin Feng and the other two quietly watched this scene from behind.

Lin Feng was observing, Liu Mingfei was used to it, and only Chen Shanshan couldn't bear to look and turned her back to the iron cage.

Just before leaving, a slightly familiar voice suddenly came from the iron cage.

"Te... Team Leader..."

I saw a gaunt man leaning against the cage wall, struggling to stand up, bending his legs and hunching his back, stretching out his hand.

Lin Feng glanced back and seemed to have seen him among the group who left with Qi Shan.

Several members encountered during the Holy Spring opportunity before had disappeared, and the nearby stores were the same, probably none of them survived.

The man in front of him was the "only survivor."

Hearing the call, Chen Shanshan stopped instinctively.

She had a deep impression of this man. He was a level five mid-stage enhanced person, not weak in strength. He was usually silent and didn't play with Qi Shan and the others.

The last time he chose to leave, he just wanted to take a gamble, but he was controlled by Qi Shan and others and sold here.

Seeing Chen Shanshan coming, his chapped throat made a whimpering, hoarse sound:

"Te... Team Leader..."

Chen Shanshan sighed softly:

"We are not here to save people."

"Staying here can prolong your life for a few more days..."

The man nodded slightly:

"I, I know..."

As he spoke, he looked at the cups in the hands of the three.

Lin Feng and Chen Shanshan had already finished drinking, and only Liu Mingfei, who was used to saving, still had a little more than half a cup left.

Liu Mingfei handed over the cup somewhat speechlessly.

Under the envious gaze of the other slaves, the man took small sips of the drink, licked his lips, and said with extremely firm eyes:

"Take me... away..."

"I am not afraid of death."

"I want revenge!"