Chapter 53 Cargo loading (Friday early morning)

The squad leader kicked the recruit out, but the shrapnel and shock wave still shook him to pieces.

"Organize a formation for defense!"

He got up and hid behind the overturned car in a tactical move. When he looked back at his men, he found that the car had completely overturned!

A classic submachine gun actually stuck out of the shabby car and blew out their tires, and then stuffed grenades into the recruits' mouths!

Fortunately, these people in charge of transportation are basically veterans. At least they are recruits who have undergone military training, not the kind of gangsters--

They quickly jumped out of the car and found cover.

However, the Viper had no intention of stopping and started running around the convoy, then started throwing grenades for free!

boom! boom! boom!

The squad leader was also stupid at this time. The grenade on the opposite side was thrown without risking his life!

boom!

The grenade exploded in his head and made him feel dizzy, as if he had been bombed!

He waited until the roaring in his ears stopped before he dared to poke his head out.

boom!

However, the large-caliber bullet penetrated his head directly.

Before he completely lost consciousness, he saw three people getting out of the broken car, looking like demons in the firelight.

These three demons just strolled around the scene of the car accident, shooting from time to time.

Finally, 30 minutes later, the battle ended and no one from the Sixth Street Gang could shoot.

There was almost no suspense in the battle. Lille didn't fire a gun except for a shot at the beginning to blow out a tire.

This battle didn't even allow him to experiment with Yinglong's other special effects as a prototype weapon, so he could only experiment with it later.

The three of them walked slowly to the last recruit. He was lying on the ground with an iron piece inserted into his stomach and a shot in each shoulder.

Blood covered his eyes and he couldn't see clearly the appearance of the three people.

Through the blood, he could barely see a thin man squatting in front of him, while the other two went to find work.

"Who are you? Let me go. I'm just a driver."

Lear tore off the boy's Sixth Street Gang epaulette: "That's almost it. You chose this profession, and that's it. Do you know what luck you have got?"

"I don't know. We just have luck and say it's something that can beat Valentino.

I really don’t know, please let me go, I still have my family, I have to do this to earn money for them to buy vaccines.”

"Then you're lucky. I really don't plan to kill you - when your boss comes, tell him that this transportation line is closed."

After saying that, Jack and V each came over with a box in their arms and put it on the ground with a bang.

The recruit asked with a trembling voice: "But who are you?"

Lear glanced at the two of them: "Give me a name."

"Uh, King's Team?" V tentatively said a name.

"I prefer the name Big Shot," Jack said.

"It's so stupid. It sounds like the kind of nightclub that stupid rich people would go to and then be defrauded out of their money - Lille, tell me too."

"Me? My own name is Burger King. You want me to name it?"

"Really. Huh? Is this kid fainted?"

The three of them talked to each other to no avail, but the boy who sent the message fainted first.

They looked at each other - not sure where he heard it.

"Forget it. Let's take a look at the things first. What are they?"

Jack said excitedly: "This time we really fired it. It was full of weapons, bullets, grenades, bulletproof vests, and this

It looks like something good at first glance. Now open it and take a look? "

Leal nodded.

A gleaming Rostovich DB-2 Sadara, a technical shotgun, one of the few reliable weapons produced by the Serbian people.

The projectiles fired by this electromagnetic shotgun cannot even be blocked by walls, but on the other hand, its shortcomings are its excessive size and weight, and the recoil that is difficult to control without a large number of prosthetics.

"Wow. A Sadara!"

The huge Sadara fit just right in Jack's hand.

When activated for the first time, the electromagnetic acceleration device on the barrel of the shotgun was slightly charged. When the barrel was opened, there were already two loaded bullets inside.

"It's really good. But I don't recommend you to use it for the time being." Lille used the prosthetic eye to scan and saw at a glance that it was different from the public version of Sadara.

"What should I say? You don't think my brother's body is fake, do you?"

V also echoed: "If Jack can't use it, is this gun for people?"

Lear moved closer to the gun and observed it carefully, and indeed found a few strange pipes.

"First of all, as a technical double-barreled shotgun, the electromagnetic track will accelerate the bullets on both tubes simultaneously, so a safety device is required to fire one round at a time.

However, this gun does not, so a single shot requires a longer charging time and will also cause greater recoil.

You might be fine with a regular Sadara, but not this one - the modders even added a set of accelerating magnetic fields.

and"

Leal took the gun from Jack and removed the bullet.

". Homemade, from the weight point of view, it is obviously heavier than the regular Sadara bullets - it is absolutely impossible for human hands to control this kind of gun.

Remember Captain Knott from Atlanta? You have to be a cyber monster like him to use this thing. "

"I'll go." V patted Jack, "The Sixth Street Gang is indeed a bit perverted. Do they still have such ruthless characters?"

Jack shook his head and said, "If I had heard of it - it's such a shame, let's get rid of it."

"Who said that?" Leal gave the gun to Jack, "I told you, you need to be able to use heavy firepower, and then you can buy a gorilla arm when you make money. It's a pity that you don't pretend to be that thing.

Okay, let's start working - remove the good wheels, get three cars out, and each of us will drive a car to haul the goods away.

I still have to see who the owners of these goods are. "

This batch of goods is very large, especially the various ammunition and equipment. The individual value is not high, but the quantity is better.

And in addition to this modified Sadara, there are other good things, including more than a dozen Ajax assault rifles and Saratoga submachine guns.

They are all military technology guns. It seems that the Sixth Street Gang has connections with the military technology, so the purchase is quite stable.

Lear lifted the box on the ground and suddenly felt something was not right.

The empty box shouldn't be so heavy.

Lille turned on the prosthetic eye to scan, and sure enough he saw the gap at the bottom of the box.

Is there a mezzanine?

Leal picked up a piece of iron from the ground and pried open the compartment.

It is some kind of liquid medicine, placed in a rectangular insulated storage container.

"Medicine? Interesting. It seems like the Sixth Street Gang is really cautious."

Lille walked up to the boy just now and sent him a communication backdoor using a personal link.

"Transportation route map: First stop, Dry Water Town. Biotechnology representatives are waiting, loading, and keeping secret. The items are packed in the mezzanine of the weapon box."

"Show the military technology note when passing through the border checkpoint, and they will let us pass. Just don't say anything."

"Second stop: the Red Ocher Tribe. They have been urging you for a long time. Remember to go quickly - I heard that all the people in their tribe are dying. You can raise the price and use the extra money as extra money."

"Third stop: Arroyo headquarters."

Leal found the separation chip in the car, with the title: Transport Route.

V pointed to the liquid found in the box: "How is it? So what is this?"

"I guess it could be vaccines, or other similar drugs, sold to them by biotech.

Things are getting more and more interesting - they seem to have purchased a batch of goods from Military Technology, and then smuggled biotechnology products without telling Military Technology. "

Jack came as soon as he heard the familiar smell - why does this trick feel familiar?

Lear touched his chin, feeling that this matter was getting more and more complicated.

He still remembered what the fainted soldier had said about vaccines. It seemed that there was a plague in Saint-Domingue.

For such a big event, Night City didn't make any waves - but that's to be expected.

Internet information is controlled to a certain extent, unless you have your own forum circle that happens to have similar information.

People will definitely not be the first to know about such money-making news.

Of course, it may turn out to be not that complicated in the end.

Jack's expression was a little complicated: "Medicine? Then we may make more money than we imagined, and it's hot on the hands. The key is on the conscience."

"It's hard to say now. Tell the priest that we robbed a batch of weapons and ammunition from the Sixth Street Gang and gave them to him at a friendly price."

"Ah?" V was stunned, "Didn't you say you can't find him?"

“A company is a company, a gang is a gang, and he’s going to be happy to eat this lot.

As for this batch of medicines, we are going to find their buyers. "