Dracula and Hope continued to fool around and relax at the pimp's place while the twin pilots and the doc quickly sold the preserved food for a sky-high price of one high-energy crystal per piece.
But that wasn't the end of It the food continued to be resold until It finally got sold for an astronomical price of 10 high-energy crystals per piece.
What was the concept of 10 high-energy crystals? It was enough to purchase a complete battle suit straight from the city's number one arms factory.
While In the meantime the three uncles started an auction for the bonebane head and It became the number-one event in the city.
The city's elites and those who could afford It flocked to the mercenary guild and furiously participated In the bidding.
After all the head belonged to the coliseum's reigning champion, so If those elites and the rich enough could acquire It they could brag about It to everyone else.
In the end, the head was sold for an astronomical price which even divided by three.
Was more than enough for all of them to live like kings for the rest of their lives.
The three uncles were overjoyed at the prospect of It but like last time the first thing they did after cashing out was to hit the b*othel.
Then Dracula saw the three go-happy uncles surrounded by women on all sides with smiles all over their faces drinking like there's no tomorrow.
He couldn't help but shake his head at their stupidity.
He was 99 percent sure that it wouldn't take long before the three uncles came crawling to him again.
Begging him to give them a job that could score easy money for them.
But at the same time, he couldn't blame them, after all, he wasn't that much different from them.
His subconscious coping mechanisms were also smoking, s*x, and d*ugs.
After all despite how he portrayed himself deep down, he was a mess.
Just like the three uncles who couldn't really accept the fact that they were living In the apocalypse.
As for the twins, they rigorously started buying the needed parts and retrofitting the gunship to be orbit ascent capable again.
Finding the right parts proved to be more difficult than they thought at first, but as long one had money then there was no problem that money couldn't solve It was only a matter of how much one was ready to cough up, well except for eternal youth and life, for now at least.
In the center of the flying dragon city, surrounded by laser fences and automated sentry laser turrets which were designed to defend the mansion from air and land threats.
The rotating six-barreled laser turrets dutifully scanned the outside perimeter.
While militants In battle suits armed to the teeth patrolled along the Inside of the fence.
These series of battle suits were based on HDDs standard battle suits which were bulky, heavy, and unagile compared to UNOECMCs power armor.
The reason for It was very simple, the militants didn't have the neural Interfaces embedded all over their bodies.
All they had was a microchip in the back of their skulss and a few other ones embedded Into their spines.
So although those were enough to enable them to operate the battle suits It was nowhere enough to reach the cosmic marine combat effectiveness standard.
But even If they had the same neural Interfaces as cosmic marines they still wouldn't be able to reach their level.
And that was because their bodies were too weak, if they dared use the cosmic marines power armor then they would become mince meat literally.
Simply because their bodies couldn't sustain the abuse that the power armor would put them through.
Stood an overly luxurious and expensive mansion that stood out like a sore thumb compared to Its surroundings.
Inside president Chen, an over 70-year-old looking man, evident from his wrinkled skin, short white sleeked back, and professionally trimmed white beard.
Sat at the ornate dining table in his dining room, surrounded by preserved delicacies and canned goods.
The eerie tranquility within his sanctuary brought solace to the bustling mind of the president of the Flying Dragons citys survival comity.
Which was made up of the most influential and powerful men and women of the flying dragon city.
With the flickering light casting shadows across the opulent room, he uncorked a vintage wine, its aroma wafting through the air.
His meal, a curated selection of preserved foods and canned delights, awaited his attention on the elegant porcelain plates.
Savoring each bite of the preserved delicacies, Chen found a strange sense of comfort in this post-apocalyptic feast.
The flavors, though not freshly prepared, carried a nostalgic essence, a reminder of life before the world turned upside down.
As he enjoyed his meal, Chen looked out from his balcony, observing the city's grim reality.
But within these walls, in this fleeting moment of solace, he found his own version of bliss amid the turmoil.
"Have you tracked down the origin of this food?"
Chen who was born before WW3 asked after swallowing his last bite as he cleaned his mouth with a handkerchief.
"Yes, president the man and woman who sold this food are currently staying at Mrs. Frankenstein's place"
The secretary, a busty a*ian babe dressed In gray professional clothes whose skirt clung tightly to her hips and brown stockings covered long legs.
Said while greedily eying the preserved food as she subconsciously swallowed a mouth full of saliva.
As she gently placed a glass see-through holographic tablet on the table.
"So that's the reaper I've been hearing about lately huh..."
Chen muttered to himself after he picked up the tablet which had all the Information gathered on Dracula and Hope Including their photos taken by the city's hidden CCTVS and flipped through them.
"Yes, and there's a high chance that he is a member of UNOECMC, UNOECMC stands for..."
The secretary who was only 20 years old biologically and because of that had no idea that Chen was from the pre-war era said only to have her words cut off by Chen.
"I f*cking know what an UNOECMC stands for, Id recognize those freaks anywhere..."
Chen said as his mind replayed the scene of a cosmic marine squad slaughtering an entire HDD infantry division right in front of his eyes then he was still a teenager while he hid under the rubble.
"...only those freaks can have those kinds of eyes"
Chen finished his words as he looked at Dracula's holographic picture projected by the tablet only for It to fall to the ground from his trembling hand.
As It did he grabbed his trembling hand with his other one, closed his eyes, and leaned Into his luxurious couch.
The stupefied secretary watched her boss slowly breathe In and exhale deeply until his hand stopped trembling.
Not even once had she seen her boss behave like that, In her mind, her boss was the most powerful man In the whole city.
Everyone trembled in fear from just the mention of his name yet now her boss seemed to be actually scarred.
Could the Infamous legends and myths about cosmic marines be actually true?
"Prepare my guards"
Chen finally said after opening his eyes as he stood up and fixed his sleeveless expensive leather jacket buttons.
"Yes sir"
The secretary said as she bowed and stormed out from the dining hall to notify the guard team that was made out of Chen's best men.
"F*cking cosmic marines..."
Chen who hated the cosmic marines guts muttered under his breath as he looked at his new trophy nailed to the wall.
It was the same bonebane head that Dracula decapitated and the uncle's sold.