In fact, Xu Tutu is very talkative. Su Yu promised that he would not let Chen Yiqian do anything to harm Chou Chou, nor would he lend Chou Chou to their "Amber Research Team". He would only allow Su Yu when the experiment required it. Just bring him over to get some samples.
Xu Tutu's expression softened and he nodded in agreement.
Su Yu helped him clean the glass room for Chou Chou, and then left after finishing today's observation log.
It was already nine o'clock in the evening, and Su Yu seemed to have adapted to the silence of the night in the training base. Xu Tutu didn't know what to do and had to stay for a while, so she walked alone from the fourth factory area to the gate of the training base.
But what Su Yu didn't expect was that Chen Yiqian was still waiting for her.
He was riding on an off-white scooter, lacking his usual cool look, and was looking over here with his head propped up.
This car doesn't fit his temperament very well. It feels like it should be the kind of car that girls ride. It's small and a little cute.
When Chen Yiqian saw Su Yu coming out, he put on the helmet in his hand, turned the accelerator and drove in front of her, and said with a smile: "How is it?"
"A bit...little princess style." Su Yu said subconsciously.
Chen Yiqian was stunned and realized that he was actually talking about his motorcycle. He reached out and hit Su Yu on the head with a violent shudder:
"Who asked you about the car? Did your team leader agree?"
"Oh, I agree." Su Yu touched his painful head and told Xu Tutu again what he had discussed.
"Yeah, that's okay." For Chen Yiqian, this negotiation result was already the best result. He handed a pink helmet in the basket to Su Yu and smiled softly:
"Thank you very much this time, Su Yu. I've benefited a lot from you since I've known you."
Su Yu took the pink helmet and stared at it.
Chen Yiqian was still thanking you: "How can I thank you for helping me so much? Is the perfume from last time still enough?"
"No, no need." After hearing him mention perfume, Su Yu replied guiltily. If Chen Yiqian knew that he had sold his unreleased refined perfume to the black market for C coins, I wonder if he would be angry.
She quickly changed the subject and handed back the helmet in her hand: "Senior, the pink helmet you always have on hand should belong to your girlfriend, right?"
"No," Chen Yiqian pushed the helmet back into Su Yu's hand: "Wear it, no one has worn it. I bought it for the goddess when I was in first grade and didn't give it away."
"Huh?" Su Yu wanted to laugh.
"Hurry up and get in the car. I'll take you back to your dormitory." Chen Yigan urged her with a wave of his hand, not giving her time to gossip.
*
The three-point-one-line life in the college passes quickly. Su Yu received a message from Wu Xu on a Friday night. He said that a batch of high-quality weapons would be shipped to the black market tomorrow. If Su Yu was free, we could go pick them out together. .
So early the next morning, Su Yu got on the city light train and rushed to the black market.
It was not lunch time when she arrived, and Wu Xu was waiting for her under the dilapidated market sign as always.
It's just that what he wore today was not so youthful. He actually wore a shirt for the first time. He looked much more mature and older than before. Su Yu almost didn't recognize him.
"What are you looking at? How can I take you to see guns and arrows if you don't dress up like this?" Wu Xu stretched out his hand to stroke his shirt collar, then asked with a smile: "How is it? Do you have the low-key underworld brother style? ?”
"It's okay." Su Yu gave a fair evaluation.
The two of them walked through the crowded and narrow market, and after twists and turns, they entered a large camouflage-colored tent.
The tent stretched as far as the eye could see and was as long as a market street.
After entering, Su Yu realized that this was not a black market, it was simply a huge weapons supermarket.
The vendors inside are very casual. They set up a small table as a shop, with rows of guns neatly stacked on it.
Such small tables were placed one next to another, and Su Yu followed Wu Xu through the booths, making her dazzled and overwhelmed.
Su Yu really didn't know much except for the guns and weapons he learned in the zombie military class. But there are all kinds of weapons here, and the only ones she can name are C-219 assault rifles and A-190 submachine guns.
Each weapons vendor seems to have its own special products. Some only sell guns, and some only sell cold weapons. The table looks clear at a glance. Of course, there are also some unscrupulous stall owners who pile their goods in a mess on the table for anyone to look at.
With so many options to choose from, it shouldn't be very expensive. After all, you can compare products, Su Yu thought. She also planned to send some money home after buying the bow and arrow to improve the lives of Su's mother and Su An.
Seeing that Su Yu was looking at it seriously, Wu Xu turned around and said, "These superficial goods are not interesting. Don't you want to buy bows and arrows? I will take you to a place that sells bows and arrows."
Su Yu nodded. In this complicated market, she still trusted Wu Xu.
The two of them walked about seventy or eighty stalls before Wu Xu stopped at one of them.
This table is much larger than the previous stalls, and all the bows and arrows on the table are. The stall owner placed each bow and arrow neatly in one direction, which showed that he was a very particular boss.
"Uncle Tu." Wu Xu greeted him carelessly, with a familiar tone.
The boss, who was called Uncle Tu, showed his head from behind the stall and responded gently:
"It's Xiao Wu."
The boss has gray hair and wears thick-soled glass glasses. He looks to be in his late sixties or seventies and is a gentle man. If he hadn't seen him in this weapons black market, Su Yu might have thought he was an old professor from some university.
Compared with most of the previous stall owners who had shaved heads and dragon or tiger tattoos on their bodies, this owner was like a chicken among the tigers.
"Uncle Tu, I told you that day that I wanted a bow and arrow." Wu Xu said.
"Yes, yes." Uncle Tu pushed up his thick-soled glasses, squinted at Su Yu behind Wu Xu and asked, "I heard they are only for girls?"
"Yes, that's her." Wu Xu took a step back and let Su Yu out behind him.
"Do you have any color requirements?" Uncle Tu turned around and turned over the wooden box behind him. He usually meets girls who come to buy bows and arrows, and most of them pay attention to the appearance and color that suit their preferences.
"There is no requirement for the color, but the strength of the string should be greater, and the best range should be more than 200 meters." Su Yu replied.
Upon hearing this answer, Uncle Tu instantly turned back to look at Su Yu, and his glasses fell to the tip of his nose at this moment.
"What do you use a bow for?"
"Kill zombies."
After Su Yu finished answering, the old man's eyes widened.
But he didn't ask further, because although this market is messy, it has its own rules. Just sell goods and don't inquire about customers' affairs.
Uncle Tu took a bow directly from the shelf behind him, handed it to Su Yu and said:
"Pull it and see how strong your arm is."
