Wasteland: My items are infinitely upgraded.

Chapter 29: Cooling Down, Buying Slaves, and Those Who Are Not Afraid of Death

Chapter 29: Cooling Down, Buying Slaves, and Those Who Are Not Afraid of Death
"Ventilation Combat Suit Level 7, White Quality"

Basic Attributes: Defense 20, Durability 10/10; Can be upgraded by consuming 1 health point.

Additional attributes:
Photovoltaic panels: restored to good condition, power generation efficiency improved, no power reserve, one year of service life remaining

Cooling fan: The wind force is enhanced, the cooling effect is significantly improved, and the switch gear is adjustable.

Evaluation: The ventilation suit is currently only usable in areas exposed to sunlight. A battery storage system could be added to expand its applicability. Overall, it can reduce the perceived body temperature to -8°C.

After the upgrade is completed, there is an additional switch device on the exhaust fan on the waist side, and the wind speed is divided into two levels.

It is much more convenient to use than before.

At the maximum exhaust speed, you may even feel a little cold. The sweat secreted by the skin evaporates and absorbs heat, taking away a large amount of body surface heat energy. The body temperature drops sharply and the hairs on your body stand on end.

With enhanced self-regulation, as long as one does not engage in strenuous exercise, the body temperature in the wilderness is around 34 or 35 degrees, and sweating is not too much.

However, once engaged in battle or a long-distance raid, blood and qi will surge, and the body temperature will rise rapidly. Even if you sweat profusely, it will still be 37 or 38 degrees, which is equivalent to a low-grade fever.

If the fever continues and reaches 39 or even 40 degrees Celsius, not only will you suffer from heatstroke, heat fatigue and other symptoms of heat stroke, but in severe cases you may even fall into a coma.

Ventilated combat uniforms can effectively lower body temperature, especially in the extremely important torso, where blood circulates to the internal organs.

Lowering the temperature by eight degrees is equivalent to about 30 degrees of blood flowing into the limbs and brain, continuously cooling them.

With this piece of clothing and keeping himself hydrated, Lin Feng can run more than ten kilometers in one breath.

Unlike the previous hunting of rock wildebeest, where we had to ambush the weak rock wildebeest and chase them in three relays, each person would be exhausted from the heat after running only one or two kilometers.

"The clothes are nice. The prices at Shuguang Store are not low, right?"

After Li Hu finished talking about the destination, he saw the camouflage combat uniform Lin Feng was wearing, which made a few buzzing sounds, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Lin Feng shook his head and explained:
"I don't have the money to buy new ones. These are all junk I found here and there and stitched together by myself."

"It's barely usable, and it can be considered as advance preparation for this wolf hunting operation."

After saying that, Lin Feng turned his head and looked outside.

Through the observation vents of the iron carriage, he saw familiar iron cages.

Not far away is the slave market where the Holy Spring Gathering takes place, located on the outskirts of Oasis Town.

The slave owners connected carts loaded with low iron cages together.

A large photovoltaic panel is erected above the residential store at the front to provide forward power for the truck.

The most valuable slaves were young women and men, followed by children, and finally the elderly.

The "elderly" here does not refer to actual age, but to wasteland age.

The shorter the time it takes to wake up from the wasteland and the less exposed to the scorching sun, the more expensive it is.

White is the most expensive, yellow is second, black...

Things are rare.

For example, when Lin Feng is just unearthed, with its white skin and tender flesh, it can be sold at a high price.

Even if you cannot contact the buyer for the time being, you are still eligible to lie down comfortably under the shade of photovoltaic panels.

There is water to drink and grass roots to chew, and you don’t have to rush.

Just as A-Lian said, it is indeed much better than when she was in Chen Shanshan's team.

The slave owner would also give him treatment, anti-inflammatory drugs, and use expensive medicines to ensure his recovery.

As for the second-rate goods in the dog cages at the back, they are sold at low prices to show off.

Under Li Hu's guidance, the tricycle slowly stopped at the parking area under the photovoltaic panels of a slave shop. The hook welded on the front of the tricycle was firmly connected to the bumper.

As soon as Li Hu got out of the car, he saw the slave owner walking towards him. He was wearing a leather jacket and jeans, and he was smiling happily:

"Looking at this situation, Brother Hu is going to make another big move?"

"How much do you need this time?"

Li Hu frowned, turned his head to the side, and showed the hideous new wound on his face:
"I suffered a huge loss and lost everything."

"Just pick something cheap, but it should be in relatively good condition, at least still be able to walk."

Hearing Li Hu's request, the cowboy boss nodded, took out a cowboy hat and put it on his head, and then poured a glass of light yellow fruit drink for the four people present.

Lin Feng took a light taste.

The drink poured from the wooden barrel exudes a faint sweet and sour taste, which tastes somewhat familiar. It is sea buckthorn juice diluted with water.

The same one that Boss Huang took out before.

However, since it was a celebration of eating wolf meat, Lao Huang was willing to give each person less than half a cup.

The fact that the denim blue in front of him was so extravagant could only mean that the slave trade was really profitable.

At least they are much richer than the ordinary residents in the Fifth Village who run hotels, grocery stores and bathhouses.

It should be the most profitable business after the four major villages and the guild.

Led by the cowboy boss, everyone came to the cart being towed at the back to select the slaves that Li Hu needed.

In addition to the young, high-quality goods locked under the photovoltaic panels where the store is located, there are a total of seven carts behind it, each of which contains ten to fifteen low-quality slaves in an iron cage.

They were squeezed into an iron cage of five or six square meters, which was less than one and a half meters high. It was so crowded that there was only room to step and they couldn't even stand up.

At this moment, they were like withered weeds, leaning against the cage wall, stacked up on top of each other, with their eyes closed and dying.

There were nearly a hundred people in the seven cages. Because of Li Hu's purchase request, the cowboy boss led everyone straight to the car section at the end.

"These are cheap goods. Only five kilograms of dried meat are needed for one. I'm selling them at a loss. The cost of feeding them along the way is also quite high."

Pointing at the last three carts, the cowboy boss pulled out the whip from his waist and swung it on the iron cage, making a crisp clicking sound.

The unconscious slaves inside immediately woke up as if they had a stress response, stood up one after another, and squatted in a row in front of everyone for display.

Li Hu walked up slowly, raised his hand skillfully and reached into the iron cage to select and inspect the goods.

Rough and powerful hands grasped the slaves' jaws and opened their mouths to check the condition of their teeth and tongues to confirm their condition.

This requires some good eyesight. You have to pick out from the half-dead slaves those who can recover and walk a few kilometers after drinking saliva.

The condition of most of them has deteriorated to the point of being on the verge of death, and their physical functions have long since collapsed.

This kind of slave is commonly known as sick dog.

Basically, their only value is to die and feed other living slaves.

If you buy it, you will lose it.

In the iron cages of the first few carts, there were slaves in good condition. They could open their eyes and speak, and their logical thinking was clear.

But it is very expensive, starting at ten kilograms of dehydrated meat.

It is equivalent to half a month's food rations.

Li Hu can no longer afford this kind of mid-range goods.

After picking for a long time, he only found two that were okay. In order to speed up the selection, Li Hu poured half of the sweet juice left in the cup in his left hand onto the wooden board of another iron cage.

The sound of dripping water and the sweet fragrance, like a signal for dinner, sobered up the drowsy inferiors. They turned around and lay on the ground, scrambling and pushing each other, sucking up the remaining juice with their mouths.

Li Hu sneered and quickly found out a few of the guys who were licking hard.

"Hey, hey, that's a foul!"

“This can’t be discounted!”

The cowboy boss walked forward with a smile.

Li Hu shrugged and pointed at the three iron cages:

"He, he, and that, that."

"Six for one, thirty points, right?"

As he spoke, Li Hu took out his hunter's license and handed it to the cowboy boss:

"I didn't bring any jerky, so I'll just use the points."

The boss took the ID card, opened the cage, picked out the goods selected by Li Hu, opened the shackles, put a rope around his neck, and dragged him all the way to the front.

Lin Feng and the other two in the back watched this scene quietly.

Lin Feng was watching, Liu Mingfei was used to it, but Chen Shanshan couldn't bear to watch and turned her back to the iron cage.

Just before leaving, a familiar voice suddenly came from the iron cage.

"Team...captain..."

I saw a haggard man struggling to stand up against the wall of the cage, with his legs hunched and his back hunched, he stretched out his hand.

Lin Feng looked back and seemed to have seen him among the group of people who had followed Qi Shan away.

The several members I met at the Holy Spring before have disappeared, and the same goes for several nearby stores. I guess they didn’t make it.

The man in front of me is my only child.

Chen Shanshan instinctively stopped when she heard the call.

She had a deep impression of this man. He was a mid-level level five enhanced person. He was quite powerful, but usually taciturn and didn't play with Qi Shan and the others.

The last time I chose to leave, I just wanted to give it a try, but I was controlled by Qi Shan and others and sold here.

Seeing Chen Shanshan coming, his dry throat whimpered and made a hoarse sound:
"Team...captain..."

Chen Shanshan sighed softly:
"We're not saving people."

"If I stay here, I can live a few more days..."

The man nodded slightly:

"I, I know..."

As he spoke, he looked at the cups in the hands of the three people.

Lin Feng and Chen Shanshan had finished their drinks, leaving only Liu Mingfei, who was used to being frugal, with half a cup left.

Liu Mingfei handed the cup forward speechlessly.

Under the envious gazes of the other slaves, the man sipped the drink, licked his lips, and said with a very determined look:

"Take me...away..."

"I'm not afraid of death."