The Union soldier looked at him, "What is it?"
Wang Jie smiled and said, "Sir, this brat is my nephew, he is just too spoiled."
"Look, I asked him to help carry a backpack, and he's already full of resentment. How about this, you arrest him and take him to the sentry post to help discipline him for a few days?"
The Allied soldier snorted coldly and passed by the two men.
"Civilians, we don't have time to take care of your children for you."
After saying this, the soldier strode forward, and the news came over his portable radio.
"How is fgh-1456?"
The soldier responded calmly, "It's just an ordinary civil dispute."
Watching the soldiers leave, Jack looked at Wang Jie in surprise.
Unexpectedly, this man who usually shouted that the rebels should not rebel did not inform the Allied soldiers.
Wang Jie turned around and glared at him.
"The war is over, the Wuchang army was defeated, let alone a group of defeated soldiers?"
"Can't you just live a peaceful life in the reservation? Why do you have to fight with us? Have you ever thought about what your mother will do?"
Having said this, he took a deep breath.
"You're on your own!"
Seeing Wang Jie turning out of the alley in the middle of the container house, Jack shook his head.
A peaceful life? Oh, it's just self-deception.
The Starfish people restrict industry and agriculture in the reservation, saying it is to protect the earth's environment, but their purpose is nothing more than to make humans deindustrialize and destroy themselves.
Gathering his thoughts, Jack rushed towards the black market while not forgetting to observe the environment.
On both sides of the road, there are rows of red or blue container houses. At the door of the container houses, there are clothes drying rooms made of fine wood, where washed-out jeans or men's and women's underwear are hung out to dry.
Continuing forward, between two blue containers, a woman with scant clothing and heavy makeup was still winking.
"Come in and sit down, handsome guy."
Eliminating these distractions, Jack stepped into the clean side of the town.
Eight-story corn buildings are lined up in a row, and if you ignore the underwear hanging on the balconies, the buildings on both sides of the street are simply copy and paste.
Turn into an alley, which is a narrow gap between two rows of corn buildings.
People living on the lower floors have remodeled the alleys by installing stainless steel or plastic sheds on them, and a lot of debris is piled up in the alleys, and many people have laid out carpets.
On a blue, red and white plastic sheet, there is a pile of sweet potatoes and potatoes covered in dirt, which are sold at a high price.
Further away, a skinny Westerner wearing glasses was selling some simple electronic devices.
Radio-touch phones, and a few clearly used smartphones.
Picking his way through the stalls, Jack entered the weapons shop.
The storefront is not big, only about 30 square meters, but the shelves on the wall are hung with oiled cold weapons.
There are all kinds of knives, such as dog-leg knives, Nepalese machetes, machetes, and even kitchen knives.
"Hello." Jack looked at the guy who was dozing off.
The clerk jumped up with a start, and seeing someone in the shop, he said happily.
"Welcome to our store sir, would you like a long weapon or a short weapon?"
Jack asked tentatively, noticing the door leading into the store.
"Are there any unconventional weapons? You should understand what I mean."
The guy's expression changed, "Who introduced you?"
Jack's eyes lit up, it seemed he had found the right one.
He asked in a deep voice, "I heard that the Hyena Gang in New Sydney recently got a batch of pistols. Is it related to you?"
The guy glanced outside the door and then asked, "Are you from the Brown Bear Gang?"
Jack shook his head, "No, just a guy who wants to negotiate a big deal with your boss."
Hearing this, the guy lowered his head, as if listening to something.
Jack next to him noticed that the guy was wearing a Bluetooth earphone.
"Please follow me." The clerk closed the shop door and pushed open a small door inside the shop.
Following his companions, Jack also looked around.
The passage behind the door extended underground, and he knew the reason.
It is said that there was a civil defense facility built before the war under the town, but the entrance was intentionally hidden during the construction of the town.
This civil air defense facility has now become a famous underground black market in New Sydney.
Bending over and walking down for several hundred meters, everything suddenly became clear in front of me.
There was noise, music, and some traders hiding their faces.
The guy led us to a booth and pointed, "You can choose your own."
Jack looked at him and said, "You won't take me to see your boss?"
The guy laughed twice with disdain.
"Sir, if you want to buy weapons, the stalls here can provide them. As for meeting our boss?"
He looked Jack up and down, then shook his head. "Everyone who comes here says this. If the boss sees the intensity of the work and gets 996, unless... you can prove your ability."
Jack nodded, "I see. I wonder if this thing is heavy enough."
He lowered the weapon from his back and pulled away the sheet covering him.
Sprinting immediately appeared.
A quick look at this weapon would make it seem extremely unergonomic, as it is simply a rectangular block with at most a trigger structure welded on it.
"This is…" The guy looked up with a puzzled look on his face.
Jack pointed at the short cannon and said with a smile, "It's an energy weapon. How about we find something to shoot it with here?"
The guy took a quick look and said, "It's crudely made. Could it be that you welded it carelessly?"
"Don't believe it?" Jack picked up the pistol and quickly found a shabby car stuck in a passage not far away.
Push the knob and pull the trigger!
A blue light spurted out from the muzzle, and the light bullet hit the car directly, and the blue light waves spread in all directions.
Car debris flew high into the air, then hit the ceiling and fell heavily to the ground.
The guy looked at the wreckage and swallowed.
The abandoned vehicle that was intact just now was blown to pieces in the blink of an eye.
There were more people around, looking over there, and several gang members were staring at the short cannon greedily.
Jack picked up the short cannon and explained with a smile, "This energy weapon can easily penetrate the deflector shield of the triangular mecha. You know what I mean."
The guy came to his senses and said in disbelief.
"You came to our boss just for this weapon?"
"Of course, now I am qualified, right?" Jack asked, patting his cannon.
The guy nodded repeatedly, "Please follow me."
As he spoke, the waiter led the way in front.
Advance all the way into the depths of the civil defense facilities.
The facility was well maintained. The floor was painted with a gray waterproof paint. The long energy-saving lamps on the semicircular dome emitted orange light, and none of them were malfunctioning.
You can even see a few people on the road who are on guard with guns. They are even wearing full combat uniforms, including both big hairy little green man equipment and PLA's starry sky camouflage equipment.
Witnessing all this, Jack was a little dazed.
It seemed as if he was not in the underground black market, but in an underground military base.
The guy suddenly stopped and said, "We're here."
Jack came to his senses, he saw an office where a man was holding a cup of hot tea and thinking about something.