It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Chapter 437: Negotiation weapons are indeed not as good as weapons negotiation

Chapter 437: Negotiation weapons are indeed not as good as weapons negotiation
"grass!"

The fisherman suddenly cursed out loud.

"Hey, why are you cursing for no reason?"

Liu Zheng said dissatisfiedly.

"It's your turn to try. Do you know how uncomfortable it is to be descended?"

The fisherman glared at him.

"I don't know. This kind of blessing should be enjoyed by you big guys. I can't afford it."

He shrugged.

The sewer is the big boss, the fisherman is the middle boss, the cattle and horses are the small bosses, anyway, they are all big bosses.

As for the Supreme Chancellor? That's a big shot.

"Hmph. Get out of here right now. I'm going to lie down for a while. Damn it. I've only known you for a few days, and I've suffered more than in the previous decades."

The fisherman cursed.

"Why don't you say that you've done more than you did in the previous decades?"

Liu Zheng rolled his eyes.

"Are you going to get out of here or I'll kick you out."

The fisherman's right hand turned into a harpoon, staring at him hungrily.

"Get out of here."

He said aggressively.

Of course, it is impossible for him to really leave, Si Xuelai is almost there.

"By the way, where did Brother Sha go?"

Liu Zheng asked casually.

"He went for a stroll and said he wanted to see if he could find an estuary."

The fisherman said.

"He's not going to flee overseas, is he?"

"It's possible. But how long will it take for you to cancel the wanted order? Besides, he's not the kind of person who wants to trouble his friends."

The fisherman replied.

"You two are pretty close."

He raised his eyebrows.

"We are the only two living people here. It would be strange if we were not familiar with each other."

The fisherman was speechless.

"Aren't there still many people who can't survive on the surface and have fled to the sewers?"

"If you stay in the sewers for too long, you are no longer a human being. Besides, even if you retain your sanity, not everyone is qualified to communicate with me."

The fisherman said proudly.

"Yes, yes, who are you, old man? The boss of the sewers, the fishing tycoon of the metropolis."

Liu Zheng started to flatter people without hesitation.

"It's good to know."

"Could Brother Sha really find the entrance to the sea?"

he asked with concern.

"I can't find it, so it's a miracle if he can find it. Even if he does find it, I don't think he can get out."

The fisherman said.

"Then how did the mermaid princess sneak in?"

"Don't you understand that it's easy to enter and strict to leave? Every year, the city hall spends a lot of manpower and resources to immigrate people from abroad. If someone takes the initiative to enrich the population structure of the metropolis, why wouldn't they do it?"

The fisherman replied.

"Ok."

Liu Zheng thought of the black human figure outside the abyss and the tentacles extending from the portal.

It seems that the city hall does not welcome all immigrants.

"gone."

He waved his tentacles and returned to the ground.

"What's the situation?"

Liu Zheng walked back to the plane tree and asked.

"I just felt someone peeping at me, but they were very far away, so I don't know if it was the black-armored men."

Doctor Nile said.

"If you're not close, don't worry about it. Then you guys keep an eye on it. I'll go pick someone up after get off work and come back later."

He said.

"Male and female?"

Dr. Nile asked.

"The fisherman's daughter."

Liu Zheng replied.

"Humph."

The soup in the pot made a humming sound, but he pretended not to hear it.

"You are really good at ordering people around. You go on a date and leave us here to wait, right?"

Doctor Nile was somewhat dissatisfied.

Ever since he escaped from the bloody restaurant, he has been disrespected wherever he goes. He is considered a prominent figure on the street, so even if they are close friends, he can't be treated like this, right?

"No, you misunderstood."

Liu Zheng told the story of the fisherman and the bald donkey.

"The fisherman and I are old acquaintances. I can't just watch him die without an heir."

He said seriously.

Although the Ama are female, this non-human race should not favor boys over girls.

Even if the fisherman is an old feudalist, the worst that can happen is that he finds a son-in-law.

"In the eyes of immortals like us, you two are just a passing encounter on the road."

Doctor Nile chuckled.

"Ambition has no age limit, and acquaintance has no length of time limit. We are brothers who have shared life and death, half-brothers."

Liu Zhengyi said sternly.

"Then your generational hierarchy is quite confusing."

"I don't want to chat with you anymore. I have to go."

He waved his tentacles and ran away.

These guys are so inhuman that they can't even speak human language. If I stay here any longer, I don't know how to frame him.

"I don't think the tree will like all those buzzing things around it when it wakes up."

After Liu Zheng got in the car, the driver complained.

"It's good enough to be alive. It stretches its roots into the sewer every day to look for food. What right do you have to look down on a fly?"

"Besides, it's just public property, and the Fly Man is an employee of the City Hall."

Although it is a temporary worker.

"I feel like you're talking about a blind date."

the driver said.

"You still know about blind dates?"

he said in surprise.

"I've only been dead for a hundred years, not a thousand years. Besides, the more old-fashioned they are, the more they like blind dates."

The driver replied.

"It seems so. After all, we have to consider whether the two families are well matched."

Liu Zheng nodded.

"Where to go now?"

"Don't worry, take a look at this thing first."

He pulled out the hand-cranked air raid siren.

"Ok?"

The driver took the siren and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

"Where did you get it?"

he asked.

"Red Ghost gave it to me."

Liu Zheng replied.

"Oh, it even keeps this kind of thing, what a nostalgic old thing."

The driver said this, but a nostalgic expression appeared on his face.

"This isn't your stuff, is it?"

he asked.

"No, on the contrary, this was once used to defend us."

The driver shook his head.

"Well, I was thinking you must have something that can withstand an air raid."

Liu Zheng said disappointedly.

"Why, didn't Red Ghost give you any matching items?"

"No, it says it has a simple fortification, but it requires engineering or architecture skills to use it."

He shook his head. "Ha, what do those barbarians know about engineering and architecture?"

the driver taunted.

"Colonel, do you understand what I mean?"

"Of course. I am not only proficient in engineering and architecture, but also in mathematics, chemistry, physics, and all other subjects that can be used in war."

The driver said proudly.

"What about literature, philosophy, and history?"

Liu Zheng asked.

".If you want to get off, you can do so now."

The driver said expressionlessly.

"Ahaha, just pretend I didn't ask. Since Red Ghost couldn't handle it, I thought you might be able to do it, Colonel."

"Well, of course. We are the most professional when it comes to air strikes and counter-air strikes."

The driver straightened his back.

"I knew you were this, Colonel."

Liu Zheng gave a thumbs up.

"You don't have to flatter me. We are old rivals with Red Ghost, and we know exactly what each of us is good at and what we are not good at."

Having said that, the driver's mouth corners still curled up.

"As for the method, you should be able to guess it."

He said.

"Could it be, the hound?"

Liu Zheng immediately gave the answer.

"That's right. The tank itself is a mobile fortification."

The driver nodded.

"Didn't the hound go for maintenance?"

"It's just a minor scratch. It's not impossible to speed it up. But..."

the driver drawled.

"understand."

Liu Zheng quickly took out a thick stack of banknotes.

"Well, you are indeed very talented in this area."

The driver took the money and praised.

"It's the ways of the world. Only weaklings like us need to pay attention to this. Strong people like you, Colonel, only need to rely on your strength to speak."

He shrugged.

"You are wrong. Even at a high level, you still need favors. An order without favors is short-lived. If I had your ability, I would not be just a colonel in the end."

The driver sighed.

Although colonel sounds cool, how can it compare to a general?
"Being a lower-ranking official is not necessarily a bad thing, because there will be fewer people watching you. As long as the position is good, being a lower-ranking official is much more comfortable than being a higher-ranking official."

Liu Zheng's words were not entirely comforting.

While working as a reporter, he came into contact with many officials and naturally observed their living conditions.

Of course, it is not convenient to elaborate on the specific situation.

"You are indeed born to do this job. If the Empire still existed, I would definitely recommend you to the Military Academy and then recruit you into the General Staff."

the driver said.

"Forget it, I prefer being a delivery man to being a general."

Liu Zheng said sincerely.

It’s not that he doesn’t like a higher social status, he just simply doesn’t like leading others, just as he doesn’t like being led by others.

As they were talking, the truck drove back to the restaurant entrance.

Liu Zheng got off the car and the driver drove the truck back to change cars.

Soon, the driver came back in the tank "Hound".

"what is this?"

he asked, pointing at the thick layer of wax on the tank's surface.

He remembered that these things did not exist before.

"Oh, this is wax oil made by alchemy. It is functionally equivalent to reactive armor."

The driver came out and replied.

Seeing that Liu Zheng still didn't seem to understand, he explained a few more words.

For tanks, armor is naturally the top priority.

It can be said that if the armor is not thick enough, it is not worthy of being called a tank.

However, the thickness of the armor is limited after all. Even if the power of the tank itself can keep up, the bearing capacity of the road cannot keep up.

Although Metropolis should have black technologies such as anti-gravity, this will also encroach on the space for power and firepower.

If the power and firepower are further strengthened, it would be like adding flour to water and adding water to flour, and finally it would become a monster that is nothing.

The real-life response to this is the development of reactive armor, which is essentially installing inert explosives on the tank's armor.

These inert explosives will not react to smaller impacts, but if they are attacked by weapons such as anti-tank missiles, anti-tank kinetic energy rounds, and shaped-charge rounds that can penetrate the main armor of a tank, they will explode outward, effectively reducing the destructive effect of these attacks.

Of course, this type of reactive armor also has many disadvantages, such as it can only be used once, it is easy to accidentally injure one's own infantry, and it will still cause damage to one's own armor plates.

"We also have this kind of reactive armor, but it's just cheap stuff that we add to standard tanks and armored vehicles. For advanced tanks like the Hound, we use this kind of wax coating."

the driver said.

"So what's the difference between it and reactive armor?"

Liu Zheng cooperated very well.

"First, this wax oil has a weak sense of self-awareness. It can judge the location and intensity of the attack from a long distance and adjust its own distribution accordingly."

In other words, there will not be a situation where a certain part is attacked continuously, resulting in a partial breakthrough.

"Secondly, its explosion is a magical attack, which can identify friend or foe and avoid accidental injuries. By the way, how many people are there among you?"

the driver asked.

"It should be three people, but it could be four."

Liu Zheng thought for a moment and said.

After all, the vampire girl might just want to join in the fun.

"Then I'll give you another one. Remember to return it to me when the time comes."

The driver pulled five epaulettes from his inner pocket.

The edges of the epaulettes are decorated with 9mm wide edge banding, and inside is a four-pointed star emblem.

Four of the shoulder straps have a four-pointed star, and one shoulder strap has two four-pointed stars.

"What level is this?"

Liu Zheng asked curiously.

"One star is a master sergeant, also called a sergeant. Two stars is a master sergeant, also called a staff sergeant."

The driver introduced.

"Then I want to be a sergeant."

he said without hesitation.

Since it's just a game of house, he must be the one with the highest position.

"It's up to you to assign them. Anyway, this shoulder patch only has the function of identifying friend or foe."

The driver said indifferently.

Sitting on the tank, Liu Zheng quickly arrived near the "Red Witch" board game hall.

After hesitating for a moment, he got out of the car and walked to the door.

"Greetings, respected witch."

Liu Zheng bowed.

The witch, who had been looking up at the moon, lowered her head and looked into his eyes with a pair of slightly red bronze eyes.

"I'm here to pick up your employee from get off work."

he whispered.

As soon as Liu Zheng finished speaking, a dark cloud floated across the sky.

The blood-red moonlight penetrated the dark clouds and turned into a solid blood-red lightning, hovering right above his head, as if preparing to perform a craniotomy on him.

Just as Liu was about to negotiate, the icon painting he had placed in the legendary takeout box pushed open the lid and flew out.

The person in the painting stretched out one hand to crush the blood-red lightning, and closed the scripture with the other hand, as if to throw it at the witch.

"We are all family, boss."

Liu Zheng quickly stood in front of the icon, then turned around and shouted to the witch.

"I'm sorry, witch lady, this was given to me by an important person for self-defense, and I can't control it."

The witch took a deep look at the icon, stared at Liu Zheng fiercely for a few more times, then returned to the posture of looking up at the moon, and the dark clouds in the sky disappeared.

Without her stimulation, the icon returned to its original state.

"Phew. Fortunately, it's okay."

Liu Zheng wiped away the non-existent cold sweat.

If the icon and the statue came to blows, no matter what the outcome, it would not be a good thing for him.

But then again, weapons of negotiation are indeed not as good as negotiations with weapons.

If there were no icon, he would probably have to sign some unequal treaty with the witch.

"I'm here, you guys are coming out."

In order to prevent any accidents, Liu Zheng did not go in directly, but called Nightingale.

(End of this chapter)

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