Mechanical armor is a very interesting thing.
Replacing a part of the human body with machinery and using the human nervous system to directly control mechanical weapons would undoubtedly result in a faster firing speed.
Furthermore, mechanically enhancing physical strength is more direct and cheaper than directly taking gene-enhancing drugs.
Therefore, mechanical equipment was used in large quantities in the early stages of the tower's opening.
However, this thing also has obvious weaknesses: the physical body is still the physical body, and the machine is still the machine.
Unless only consciousness is retained, the physical body remains the only weakness of mechanical implants.
It's like an unbalanced bucket; the high parts are high, but the low parts are very low.
Yang Cheng took out the Laisen air pistol, held it in his hand, and pressed it against Yin En's father's head. It seemed that this thing could only be used in this kind of world.
"No...don't kill..."
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, Ion's father's head was torn apart by an air blast.
Yang Cheng looked up and fired his air pistol in rapid succession, one by one, headshotting several of Yin En's father's men.
He has no specialization in firearms, but his strong mental strength and control make it not too difficult for him to use firearms well.
At this moment, the short dwarf struggled to carry an oil drum that was almost as tall as him, pushed open the back gate and walked in, looking at the old man lying in a pool of blood with a bewildered expression.
Yang Cheng picked up Yin En's robotic arm, placed it in front of the dwarf, and then took away the oil drum.
This thing is yours now.
The dwarf held the robotic arm blankly, but subconsciously reached his hand into it. Instantly, the robotic arm's thick needle-like wires wrapped around his arm.
Yang Cheng pulled Yin Lin out of the tavern, calmly filled the car with gas, and then calmly drove away.
Are all gathering places as unfriendly as this tavern?
Yang Cheng suddenly realized that he seemed to need to change his way of thinking in the apocalypse.
Here, order seems to be of little importance; force is everything.
In that case, why bother buying supplies? We might as well just rob them.
As he spoke, Yang Cheng tossed a chocolate energy bar to Yin Lin.
This stuff is cloyingly sweet, but it can quickly replenish protein, sugar, fat, and carbohydrates; eating one piece can keep you going for half a day.
Yin Lin carefully took a bite of the energy bar, and the sweet taste made her subconsciously squint her eyes.
She is a captain in the Tower Research Institute, but her income is only average within the Tower.
Although the resources in the tower are much richer compared to the outside world, people of her social class can only maintain a modest standard of living at best.
Sugar was a luxury for them, something only the wealthy and aristocratic at the top of the tower could afford.
"Most settlements are like this, but each settlement has a powerful person like Old Man Yin to suppress them, so as long as you follow their rules, you'll be fine."
If you hadn't killed that person, Old Man Yin would have intervened to stop the fight in the end.
Yin Lin said cautiously.
In fact, she felt that Yang Cheng was even more ferocious than those mutants and rough, wild savages like Bill.
Whether they are mutants or wilderness wanderers struggling to survive in no man's land, everything they do is for profit and for survival.
But Yang Cheng in front of him seemed to be only interested in killing, simply wanting to kill.
In fact, Yin Lin's feeling wasn't wrong.
Even after arriving in this world, the murderous and violent aura in Yang Cheng's heart never dissipated.
It would be strange if he were in a good mood when someone came knocking on his door in the main world and forced him to agree to a completely unfair duel.
Therefore, when Yang Cheng made his move, he would unconsciously become tainted with some murderous and violent energy.
If Yang Cheng were in a good mood, he might have given him a good beating and told him to get lost.
But this guy was unlucky; he just happened to run into the line of fire and got his head smashed by Yang Cheng's slap.
While chewing on an energy bar, Yang Cheng said, "Do you know why that old guy didn't say anything when Bill provoked him at the beginning?"
Yin Lin shook her head blankly.
Yang Cheng sneered, "Because that old guy is hoping we'll start arguing."
None of the guys in the tavern were nice men, and arguments were inevitable.
Once we start arguing, that old guy will step in to mediate, or he'll threaten us with force.
In the wilderness, people might fight to the death for profit, but it's not worth it to kill each other out of spite.
So there's a way out, and no one will actually start a fight.
The old man resolved a dispute, which others saw as a display of authority.
That's how he, the master of this community, gradually established his authority.
Although Yin Lin was born in the apocalypse, she rarely left the tower and seemed somewhat naive.
After all, she had only graduated a few years ago and did not yet have her own laboratory or personal guard.
The inside and outside of the tower are like two different worlds.
This is Yin Lin's most direct feeling after this operation.
At this moment, the faint sound of an engine roaring came from behind Yang Cheng, accompanied by a series of howls like those of a wild beast.
Looking in the rearview mirror, Yang Cheng saw that more than a dozen armored vehicles were chasing after them. One of them, a modified heavy truck, had a black flag with a black skull painted on it.
Yin Lin's expression immediately changed, and she said anxiously, "Black Jack is here with his men!"
He's the biggest mutant violent organization in the area, and those guys who were chasing me before were Black Jack's men!
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