Vehicle manufacturing is not what Military Technology is best at, nor is it their main business.
However, the Beamon armored vehicle, as an armored vehicle product, has been on the list of the most trustworthy armored vehicles year after year, occupying the majority of the high-end armored vehicle market.
Seeing the car, Andrew quickly dispelled his doubts--
Because this vehicle is not for sale to the public at all, only governing entities and businesses can purchase this armored beast. Military technology can be seen on the border every day using this vehicle to transport soldiers.
He was probably a man in a suit who was working on errands, so it would be better for him to stop asking questions.
So, he introduced Lear to the auto mechanic Mike - finish the repairs and leave as soon as possible.
"Wow... this is the first time I have touched this car. Even though the whole car is covered with 3.8 cm of armor and a windshield that can withstand heavy machine gun fire, the powerful driving force can still make Behemoth survive in a sinful environment. Drive down...
Oh, look at this huge cargo box, Behemoth... Oh, wait, why does the cargo box seem to be missing a part? "
In addition to being able to seat people, Beamon's rear compartment also has pop-up cargo boxes on both sides. It was one of the pop-up cargo boxes that Lear and V removed.
Auto mechanic Mike was deeply fascinated when he saw this car - unlike those shabby cars driven by homeless people, this was a real beast.
But why is there a piece missing? No wonder he looked at the car as if he had... "high and low legs"?
Leal said with a smile: "Just fix it, don't ask questions."
"Uh..." Mike's heart tightened. The police chief had warned him not to talk too much. "Okay sir, okay, I guess the wiring may be misplaced..."
"Just fix it." Lille looked at the time, "I'll give you two hours. If you fix it, you'll get a tip. If it's not fixed...you may have to deduct some 'performance pay'.
Where is the communication tower? "
"It's not far away. Go out and turn right for 300 meters and then turn left. It's quite obvious. You can use it as you like."
Lear nodded slightly and motioned for V to follow him.
As soon as he went out, he saw the signal tower not far away, which was very conspicuous in this deserted wasteland.
By connecting the communicator to the signal tower, he can find the channel given to him by the Sheriff in a wide area and contact the person he is looking for.
Willie McCoy, that homeless middle man.
When you climb the signal tower, you can feel the desolation of this place even more.
In fact, if you look at the wasteland from a higher place, it's not like there is nothing here - you can see many ghost towns.
These ghost towns were left in the wilderness by companies that wanted to develop them, but they closed down before they could develop them and are now homeless camps.
V found a suitable connector in the electrical box and connected the mobile radio: "So now we need to find homeless people to help us smuggle?
Do you know how Night City evaluates them? Parasites of society, criminals hiding in bad lands. "
"Of course I know, but in fact the real wanderers were farmers decades ago. Night City, Washington...many of the buildings in the city were built by them. The ghost towns, oil and gas in this bad land The same goes for wells.
Since you're from Heywood, just think of them as wandering Heywood people. "
"That's scary too - the wandering Heywood people, sounding like locusts."
呲--
The communicator rang.
"Hello? Who is it?"
Lear immediately said: "Dennis Burger King, you are Willie McCoy, right? I have something to ask you, can you smuggle it now?"
"Ah - who are you? Someone saw a Beamon driving into the town this morning. Are you the guy in the car?"
"Let me ask you an answer, if you want to make money, don't talk too much."
"Hmph - you think everyone is like you and can do anything for money? I don't trust you..."
"Fifty thousand euros."
"...I said that..."
"One hundred thousand."
"I..."
"Quite tough, 150,000."
Over the phone, it was obvious that McCoy's train of thought had been disrupted--
Everyone should remember that homeless people are poor, much poorer than imagined.
In addition to cars, they lack everything from weapons, medicine, prosthetics, food and even clothes.
The wanderers in the middle are not much better. There is nothing but freedom in the wasteland, and it is really difficult to make some money.
So everyone has to rely on so-called "family ties" to support each other - of course, this can also significantly reduce people's demand for high compensation.
One hundred and fifty thousand euros is a figure that is simply unimaginable to them.
McCoy's breathing became heavy, but he quickly recovered: "Damn it, devil! Shut up! I...I said it's not about money!
Border inspection stations no longer conduct customs approval, so no one can smuggle, understand? It must be at least 3 months later!
I can’t declare customs for you now! "
V's heart sank - we can't wait in this damn place for three months, right?
She looked at Lear, only to find that Lear chuckled softly and said with ease: "Not bad, it seems you still know the rules."
"What? You...you fucking lied to me!"
"That's not all - you said it can't be done now. In other words, there have been customs declarations before but they haven't passed? Name, location. I suspect this batch of goods has something to do with the military."
"You fucking bitch, you..."
"Why are you so anxious? I just suspect it has something to do with the company, and I have nothing to do with the company - let's do this, you give me this job, and I'll help the client get the goods.
And I am also willing to give you an introduction fee of 100,000 yuan. "
On the other side, McCoy temporarily turned off the communicator.
He especially admired Lille's ability to tell lies with his eyes open - everything Lille said pointed to one thing, that is, he was a military agent who came to investigate whether there was any abnormality in the recent smuggling!
But he didn't say it so bluntly, and gave McCoy an offer that was hard to refuse, and also gave him a chance to step down.
McCoy couldn't tell now whether this guy was conducting a serious investigation or taking the opportunity to make some extra money - of course it could be both.
His red face quickly cooled down after taking a puff of cigarette. Just when he was about to speak, Lille said again:
"Think about it, 10,000 euros is enough for an entire tribe to buy medicines for half a year. If you use it to add alcohol-2 fuel, it will be enough for a fleet of vehicles for four to five months."
McCoy was a little confused - what do you mean, are you trying to seduce yourself?
But he just said the reward was 100,000 euros?
Lille continued: "What a pity, time is money. The current reward is 90,000 euros. Congratulations, your medicine and fuel are gone."
McCoy's face, which had just cooled down, turned red with anger again--
"Damn it, are you kidding me? You drive a military Beamon armored vehicle, and then you ask me to tell the client that this guy is helping him smuggle?
Who do you think would believe it? "
"Eighty thousand euros - I can pretend to be a homeless man from the Bakker family who doesn't want to be merged into the Snake State, but the car is really a problem.
So you still have to lend me a car. The good news is that I can park my car with you. Cars are life, right?
Okay, now it’s 70,000 euros. "
McCoy felt like his heart was beating wildly every time he said a word - money! That's all money!
"Asshole! Aren't we talking!"
"But if you don't come forward, I can only deduct some money from the funds to make up for the time I wasted, 60,000 euros."
McCoy lost his mind - in just one moment, a year's worth of fuel for a team was gone! There are also medicines, food...
He hated why Lille had to remind him what ten thousand euros could do, and now all he could think about was the money he had lost!
He has to make a decision!
"Okay, okay! You damn stinky dog, you have nothing but money, right? I'll do it! I'll do it!"
Leer's tone changed, from the relaxed tone just now to a cold tone: "In that case, I am now your superior and client, so work hard.
Also, since you speak so dirty, no one should have taught you how to speak, right?
Mr. McCoy, who is short of everything including money, the current price is 50,000 euros. Do you want me to give you some more time to think about it? "
McCoy almost broke his teeth - it was so damn hard to make money.
"No need! I'll ask someone to drive over now! Yes, you are right where you are! I don't want to expose the tribe's location to you...
Investor! "
As soon as he finished speaking, V laughed out loud, and quietly gave Lille a thumbs up, silently saying: "Awesome, Lille."
It feels like McCoy's tongue is cramping.
Fortunately, the wind was louder at the moment, otherwise McCoy would have been furious when he heard the laughter.
Lear smiled and continued: "Then I will wait for you here and I will give you 3 hours."
