"Of course, of course. Scrap metal can be anywhere, except here with you," Qin Zhongquan responded without emotion. The two men behind him silently placed their dominant hands on the pulse gun handles at their waists, while the priest continued to fold his arms across his chest.
"You believe it? That's great!" The voice on the communicator was joyful but also tinged with greed and contempt. "In that case, outsiders, you may leave now. My servants will not stop you!"
The shirtless men made way for a passage, but the opening was facing away from the transport boat.
"Haha." Qin Zhongquan stopped his subordinate who was eager to try, stood where he was, and said in a tone of superior control, "The Plastik tribe... Plastic, haha, don't think you can get away with it by changing your name! Let me guess, what should you call each other next time we meet - Bubble, no no, Fomor tribe? Hetskjold tribe? Don't try anymore, I know all your tricks." He looked at the guys around him whose skin was gradually turning red, and said, "I'm not interested in who you are, but if you keep up this, I'm afraid these beast servants won't be able to hold on."
"You don't have to worry about that. My servant is the strongest here. If you want to waste time, you can continue. We have plenty of time... Don't forget to save oxygen for escape!" The communicator mocked.
The priest was a little confused and opened the encrypted channel to ask, "What are they doing?"
"This is the way their tribes confront each other. I don't know if you have heard of them - genetically modified humans. They can further oxidize carbon dioxide into carbon monoxide when they breathe, but carbon monoxide will poison their organs, causing their skin to turn red and their ability to resist cold to decrease, so they can't hold on for too long." Qin Zhongquan replied.
"Should we resort to force? I've already remotely connected to the transport's self-defense system."
"There's no need. Using machine guns on them is a complete waste. They reproduce very quickly. In just a few days, the gaps we've created will be filled. They'll even have to deal with the excess themselves."
"So strong? But why are they staying here?" the boy on the side interrupted.
"There's internal strife and external interference, but the most pressing issue is the harsh natural environment. Don't forget, it's already winter on Mars. It's still 20 degrees Celsius below zero in the depression, while even the carbon dioxide is freezing above. Of course, perhaps this was designed from the beginning. They're more tolerant of cold than heat, and the temperatures in the biodome would quickly cause them to suffer from heatstroke."
The four of them waited patiently for a quarter of an hour, and then some changes began to occur in the people surrounding them. First, the man they saw staggered and collapsed, then was dragged away by the people in the outer circle. Then, more and more people showed similar symptoms. Some gave up, some tried their best to follow in their ancestors' footsteps, and still others hesitated and were dragged away by others. Soon, only the fat man was left. Even the sedan chair bearers had fled.
Qin Zhongquan took a step forward, squatted down, and gently tapped the fat man's transparent helmet with his fingers. Immediately, a pig-killing scream came from the communicator: "Stop knocking, stop knocking! If it breaks again, it can't be repaired!"
"I've made progress. Now I can play two roles." He suddenly snatched the communicator, rubbed it a few times, then crumpled it into a ball and threw it away. "Before nightfall, I want to see three clean ID cards."
The fat man twitched a few times, his eyes peeking out from under the thick layer of fat under his helmet. He glanced at the exoskeleton in front of him, then turned his angle to look at the three armed men behind him. "Ten tons of seawater, two tons of synthetic meat. That's the bottom line."
"We don't have synthetic meat, but we do have synthetic rations."
"That's three tons."
"make a deal!"
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