Today's waste stars are complete garbage stars. Officially, it is no longer considered a habitable planet.
Before civilization evacuated the waste star, they had already carried out activities such as "blowing up high-rise buildings in the city" to clean up traces.
But even if hundreds of years have passed and countless garbage has been dumped on this planet, the traces of cities can still be distinguished.
The squirrel market closest to Wu Que was located in the ruins of a city.
Wu Que chose the location of the base very far away from the market. After analyzing the location and terrain, he probably placed the base in a large dry lake fifty kilometers away from the city.
Even with the help of a B550M mecha and running all the way, it took him one-third of a waste star day to reach the market.
The Waste Stars are not savages. They were once in a civilization and they still had the habit of trading. Sometimes there are good goods in the market, but they are all smuggled through the spaceships that transport garbage. Most of the time, what is traded in the market is the proceeds of the waste stars dug out from the garbage dump, and " intelligence".
B550M has been moving at a slow speed since entering the market, but perhaps because of the serious wear and tear of the past two days of exercise, the leg joints kept making a few sharp screams, which attracted quite a few people. gaze.
Here, there are only a few people who use mechas. Although most of the Waste Star people would not think about repairing or driving mechas after digging them up, they would be greedy after seeing others owning mechas.
The surrounding waste star people are relatively similar in terms of skin color and facial features. They are all from the "Fabai Galaxy" in this galaxy. The characteristics of the race are long bodies, slightly larger heads than normal, and particularly large eyes. Some, some are like aliens in traditional film and television works on earth.
Including the three aliens who captured Feng Su, they are all refugees in this galaxy. However, Wu Que himself looked different from them, and looked more like a traditional Earthling.
The stalls set up by the Waste Stars were quite crude. The goods were placed on the ground and looked indistinguishable from the surrounding garbage.
Wu Que didn't bring any goods that could be used for trading, and he didn't delay in front of those stalls. He walked straight to the depths of the market before stopping the B550M mecha.
In front of him were "huts" made of broken iron square boxes. He jumped out of the cockpit and heard the sounds of "sizzling" and "sizzling" coming from inside, followed by a series of "sizzling" sounds. Among the sounds, several particularly loud sounds exploded:
"From tomorrow... the weather will gradually... sizzle..."
"Broadcast Old Carl!"
He shouted outside the hut, then got into the hut, and saw a hunched-over waste star squatting in front of the messy wires, concentrating on connecting those circuits.
Whenever the exposed threads are touched, one or two of the iron boxes stacked in front will randomly light up, and then the noises or occasional words will be heard.
This is "Old Broadcaster Carl". He is obsessed with studying every day, how to connect to the interstellar public channel of the Fabai galaxy through radios and TVs found in these garbage dumps.
"Is it your boy?"
Seeing Wu Que's face, the old man finally put down the line in his hand and asked while coughing, "Why are you calling me again? Is the central control line of your big baby damaged?"
"No, no, the line you repaired for me last time is working fine." The center console of the B550M can still be used as usual, thanks to this old man, and the other party didn't even charge him a single fee.
Although the Waste Star people are often happy-go-lucky, Old Karl is considered a Waste Star person that Wu Que recognizes and has a character that he can get along with.
"I want to ask..." He lowered his voice, leaned forward and asked, "Have you listened to Squirrel's channel recently?"
"Squirrel? What's so good about Squirrel's channel?" Old Carl asked strangely, "The things they discuss every day are not nutritious at all... No, it should be said that the topics of people on the waste planet are not worth listening to. It's a bunch of maggots rolling around in the wastewater pit, and the sound they make is stinking."
"But..." After he fired the map cannon first, he raised his head inexplicably and looked at Wu Que sideways, "They did say something about gathering together yesterday. Does this have anything to do with you?"
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Wu Que waved his hands repeatedly, "How can it have anything to do with me?"
"As long as it has nothing to do with you..." Old Carl muttered, "They drove all the tin boxes to the market last night, and the rumbling sound was so noisy."
"Iron box?" Wu Que's brows jumped.
"It's those 'chariots' of theirs that carry three heavy machine guns, and they're so noisy to death."
The Gray Squirrel occupies a former abandoned military base on an abandoned planet. It is not surprising that there are mechas and armored vehicles. But what Wu Que didn't expect was that Gray Rat's people would actually make such a big move.
Are these things really created just for the players who fall in the air? Or do they actually have other agendas?
Wu Que thought for a while with no result, then patted Old Karl on the shoulder: "Okay, thank you, Old Karl. I'll come and chat with you next time."
He got out of Old Carl's small shabby house, only to find three figures standing in front of his B550M mecha, seeming to be commenting on his mecha.
"Hello." Seeing Wu Que coming out, those people immediately greeted him, "Is this yours?"
"It's mine." Wu Que stepped forward. The three useless star men were all quite tall, wearing clothes similar to military vests. There were many old wounds on the skin of their exposed arms.
"Sell it? We can offer a good price." One of them said.
"I'm not here to sell things. I also want to use this mecha for transportation." Wu Que gestured, "I live far away and I rely on it to transport things here for trading."
The useless star person who offered to buy it wanted to say something else, but the other useless star person shook his head, "It's just an old-fashioned agricultural thing. It's not necessary."
"In this special period, it is better to have one more mecha than one less."
"But didn't you hear the sound of it walking? It probably won't be long before it falls apart. There won't be any replacement parts by then. Putting it there is just taking up space, and maybe it will block the way of our own mecha. Watch out if the boss throws you and it out to feed the rats."
The useless star man cursed a few words and was turning to leave with his companions when he suddenly heard the owner of the mecha, the young man with outstanding appearance, ask:
"Excuse me...is the rat tide coming?"
