Chapter 1508 Chapter 1504 Moon War (20)

"This is it?"

Gronov Rutov made a tactical gesture and asked for confirmation of the target.

Although the real decisive battle has not yet begun, and they know very little about the investigation technology, capabilities and types possessed by the Inhumans, Gronov Rutov followed the order and followed the map drawn by the micro-drone and the spies. With the intelligence provided, he went deep into the main city of Attilan with his team to conduct more accurate reconnaissance - although he found that these mutants seemed to be converging towards the center of the city, not all mutants could get access to the shelter. qualifications. Under the gaze of these shadows, everything faced by the people at the bottom of Attilan was recorded and uploaded as research material after the investigation mission was completed and communications were restored - although it showed that Upper Attilan was quite a race among the Inhumans. Equality, and the vast majority of Inhumans do not need to work and can do what they like and are good at, but what is certain is that there is some kind of social division within the Inhumans.

The existence of clans means that this society needs to divide status according to ability. Ability is largely derived from genetic variation. Even for civilian clans with extremely random genetic mutations, the nepotism between the royal family and the genetic research institute is still there. It can create a stable class divided by ability. Coupled with Attilan's widespread genetic eugenics, those inhumans who cannot mutate, whose mutated abilities are too weak, or whose mutations cause some kind of disability will undoubtedly become the bottom of social relations and "invalid" in the eyes of the Gene Council. Gene" can only be combined with another "invalid gene" to create more "untouchables".

Gronov Rutov's mission comes from the top.

The Emperor pulled him from the front lines just to send him and his team on a top-secret mission. This team only knows that they are going to face some kind of alien witchcraft that is a threat. They must obtain relevant information about this alien witchcraft, whether it is a video, a picture or even a voice. Gronov Rutov knows At the same time, there was a Guardsman who was also performing the same task, and the man he was pointing at huddled in the alley below and looked a little malnourished seemed to be the clue left by the Guardsman to this team.

"Yes, that's him." The team adjutant also made a gesture and pointed to his shoulder.

In a low-light environment, if you don't turn on the night vision function, it will be difficult to see the fresh brand wounds on the man's bony shoulders. You can only smell the faint smell of flesh and blood, and the latter is very difficult to distinguish in this place with a very bad smell. . Gronov Rutov couldn't even tell what the man was stuffing into his mouth - Attilan's residential areas were layered with buildings, and the team walking on the steel eaves almost encountered attacks from kitchen waste. Everything produced in the glamorous upper level will be called nourishment for the untouchables at the bottom, and anything produced from here will go through the pipeline to the lower level and become nourishment for those with strong bodies and base minds who are "alpha primitives" - if you can , Gronov Rutov would rather never in his life guess what kind of lunch that man had.

Gronov Rutov deliberately stepped on the swaying steel plate.

The sudden sound made the malnourished creature curl up in an instant, hugging the smelly thing tightly. Until Gronov Rutov lightly jumped in front of him, the so-called "joint man" was still very nervous. . It was only then that Gronov Rutov observed the mutant at close range under the cover of other brothers - this creature had a pale face and seemed to have the average IQ of an ordinary adult male, but the mouth was full of ulcers. His teeth were really upsetting, and his eyes, which were blind due to trauma, had turned into a hard, black scar tissue due to poor care and repeated infections.

Gronov Lutov spoke the code word, and the man instantly relaxed.

"Pay half upfront." He said in a language that the genetically modified warriors could only understand using a translator. "Although the sample the noble Lord gave me was very impressive, this is not the way to do business. Look at my shoulders. , this is what I received yesterday when I asked for full payment in advance... You asked me how I knew it was yesterday? Of course it was because I know how to poop!" Gronov Rutov's silence made the mutant very uneasy, and he He opened his mouth full of rotten teeth and sniffed around with his mole-like nose, "You're still here, right? I can lower the price, five percent cheaper... That batch of goods is really good. At first glance, it's something from the genetic laboratory, otherwise I wouldn't have made so many concessions. Hey, I won't ask where that distinguished lord came from. Anyway, there are some things above that only us gutter rats can do. You want Go to that gang of long-faced places, isn't it? How about eight percent cheaper? The place you are going to is not very good. I don't even know if you can come back. Only I know how to sneak in that place, but if you As you can see, my legs and feet are not convenient, so paying in advance doesn’t seem like an unacceptable condition, does it?”

He sniffed around again, fearing that the good smell was incense.

"My lord?"

"Half," Gronov Rutov said in the mechanical voice of a translator. The mutants didn't mind this at all. There were too many big shots who wanted to remain anonymous. It was also the city's most chaotic moment after the evacuation order was issued. It was normal for some big shots to want to take the opportunity to settle some grudges. However, the mutant nicknamed "Nose" didn't want to worry so much. He intuitively grabbed the flying biochemical airtight bag, skillfully opened a small slit and sniffed it. "This is much better than I imagined, distinguished sir." He spoke excitedly to Gronov Rutov's side, "I will arrange a guide for you right now."

"ASAP."

"I understand, I understand!" Nose dragged his broken leg and wandered among the construction debris and kitchen waste for more than ten minutes. During this period, Gronov Rutov's teammates maintained a condescending advantage, just like crouching under a tree. There are crows on the branches, but they are extremely silent. Nose knocked on a closed pipe in a specific rhythm. Almost a minute later, a huge head and thick neck poked out of the darkness. At a glance, this head might be much heavier than Nose. "Idiot, move faster. We have a business!"

"Business. There's food to eat, but no cockroaches."

"You can eat a bitch's flesh this time, but you can't do anything else anyway." Nose smiled and turned his back to Gronov Rutov. He really couldn't find Gronov Rutov's location, especially when the latter didn't speak. Whether it was sound or smell, he could only rely on his feelings. Now it seems that his feeling is not reliable. "This is my blood brother. Although he doesn't look much like him, I assure you that he looks like this now entirely because he was too big when he was born and his brain was damaged by lack of oxygen. It is said that he was just born He was thrown to the ground, and then my poor aunt was bounced on the spring bed to the eaves of old Goethe's house!"

"That's an Alpha Homo!" said the team communication, "I'm sure that Alpha Homo cannot reproduce through natural means."

"I promise you, this fool will take you to your destination. We have done this business many times. After all, those long-faced people have a lot of weird stuff, such as aphrodisiacs. There must be many people taking advantage of it now." Run to the houses of those big shots. Before I went blind for protecting the royal family, I had seen those Kimilian clans, so I was a little curious about how Black Bolt would conquer that horse head in bed... I'm going too far, you just need to It's enough to give the rest of the reward to this fool at the end." Gronov Rutov looked at the Alpha primitive, who didn't care about his power armor and size at all, and his mentally retarded eyes were blank. Staring ahead blankly, it was as if the stains on the giant pipe contained the most profound secrets of the universe.

"Deal." Gronov Rutov's voice was low. He gestured for the team to follow him. At the same time, he also took out a spherical micro-drone and planned to survey and map the pipeline. "It's just me, go and come back quickly."

The tip of my finger was pinched, it was swollen and bruised, and it hurt like hell.

I never imagined that typing on a keyboard would one day be so difficult.