Zong Wudao waved his hand and said disapprovingly: "You will understand when you see him later. Lao Mo is not a human at all."

"You always say bad things about me behind your back."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the industrial ship behind him was opened, and a man with disheveled hair and thick black goggles walked down as he spoke.

Han Lang was surprised to find that Lao Mo was indeed not a human race. He was wearing thick armor, only revealing his hands. His nails were very long, like a hard eagle hook, covered with gray scales, and his figure was much taller than that of humans, close to three meters.

This must be the skinned man Lao Mo. Although he is not a human, he, like Han Lang and Zong Wudao, speaks the common human language of the Milky Way. At present, the Milky Way has long had a unified language and writing. Since the Earth has been joining the Galaxy Alliance for a short time, local languages ​​still exist.

When Han Lang, Chen Chong and Li Qi and other friends from the China region were together, they spoke Chinese, and at other times they were speaking common languages ​​in the Milky Way.

Seeing that Lao Mo was coming, Zong Wudao smiled and said, "I didn't say bad things about you. You are not a human being."

Back, Zong Wudao explained to Han Lang: "Lao Mo is one of the minority races in the Milky Way. Their Kui tribe was born on a planet that produces nuclear material and has very high radiation, so it naturally has strong resistance to radiation."

"Later, the Galaxy Alliance developed the nuclear material from the Kui tribe's hometown. Because it was a minority race, the Kui tribe could not resist the invasion of the human tribe's army. The tribe's people were scattered. Because they had radiation resistance, a considerable number of the Kui tribe's people became skin peelers."

"Old Mo has been wanted by the Galaxy Alliance for a long time. If you lack money to spend one day, if you cut off his head and hand it over, you can exchange it for a lot of money."

Lao Mo had a good temper and was not angry. He came to Zong Wudao and Han Lang to stand still.

Zong Wudao said straight to the point: "Old Mo, this is Han Lang. He wants to buy some equipment from you."

Lao Mo nodded repeatedly, pointed to the equipment like a few hills around him and said, "To be honest, since the entire planet is seriously polluted, my equipment here has been polluted, so it is sold cheaply. After being transported back, it will have to be processed before it can be used."

Zong Wudao interrupted, "There is a way to deal with these things. You can just buy some neutralizing radiation potions for him."

After the explanation of Zong Wudao and Lao Mo, Han Lang had already understood that the so-called skinning person was not actually a vicious person, but someone who used robotic technology to clean the battlefield.

For example, Lao Mo is a minority in the Milky Way. Under the current situation where humans rule the Milky Way, his life is not easy, so he took the risk to start such a headless business.

The name of the skinder is because when cleaning the battlefield, the corpse is often needed to be processed. Generally, serious people are not willing to do this business, so they disdainfully call the battlefield cleaner the skinder.

There are 10,000 official members of the Earth Federation, and the global elites are selected. Most of them are three-star superpowers, and there are also a few four-star warriors, most of whom are leadership. According to the plan, at least 10,000 sets of three-star combat uniforms, plus ten thousand weapons.

During large-scale battles, in addition to combat suits, superpowers usually add an alloy armor to strengthen their protection capabilities. It was difficult to find a low-priced supplier like Lao Mo. Han Lang naturally hopes to buy all the things he needs at one time.

Generally speaking, the price of three-star combat suits is about 100,000 star coins. Armor and weapons depend on the quality and material. Weapons made of refined three-titanium alloys range from thousands to tens of thousands of star coins. If they are black crystal titanium alloys or advanced weapons made of Frilong alloys, they will cost tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of star coins. Armor is the same, and the price is determined by quality.

Han Lang thought about it and could make up for both weapons and armor, but the combat suit is more troublesome. The combat suit is the most basic equipment of a warrior. It not only requires defense ability, but also maintains life when entering water or space. It must be able to adjust it at any time when wearing it. It is not enough to be too loose or too tight. It has a very high technological content and is expensive. Even these second-hand contaminated combat suits are not cheap.

Han Lang talked with Lao Mo. Lao Mo thought for a long time and said, "Let's do this, the three-star combat suit will be sold to you according to each set of 8,000 star coins. The armor and weapons, plus the shipping fee, charge you two thousand. This is my lowest price."

"As for the four-star combat suits, I only have a dozen sets here, so you can count one million star coins. During the war, high-level soldiers were concentrated in the center of nuclear explosions, so most of the remaining equipment on the battlefield was medium and lower-level equipment. High-level equipment, together with those high-level soldiers, was destroyed in the nuclear explosion, and it was difficult to find."

Seeing Zong Wudao nodding slightly and expressing his approval of the price, Han Lang agreed to buy this batch of equipment by 101 million star coins. If you purchase it from the normal interstellar market, you will have to buy at least ten or twenty billion star coins, which is indeed much cheaper.

Han Lang asked the delivery question again. Lao Mo said with a smile: "I have been cleaning this battlefield for many years, and there are not many things left. When I sort out the things you need, I will personally send them to the earth, and then I will go to another battlefield."

Han Lang and Lao Mo were discussing the delivery matter, but saw a group of people coming from afar, a group of hard-working robots who came to the battlefield to collect equipment for Lao Mo. They drove a floating land and flew to the camp. After stopping, they placed the collected equipment in categories.

Han Lang was very interested in Lao Mo's operation. Although Lao Mo was a member of the Kui tribe, he could not withstand such strong radiation in the core area of ​​the battlefield. He could only stay on the periphery and could not be exposed for too long. He had to rinse his body with medicine every once in a while, so as to ensure that he would not die due to excessive radiation.

With only these robots, they are not afraid of anything and do not know how tired they are when they work.

If it weren't for the galaxy's laws prohibiting possession of robots, Han Lang really wanted to buy one back.

"Lao Mo, where did you get these robots?" Han Lang asked curiously.

Lao Mo smiled and said, "From a garbage planet, some of the robots destroyed that year were dismantled and still there. I reassembled them again. Unfortunately, all of these robots had logical chips in their heads. They were taken out when they were destroyed."

"There is a big difference between a logic chip and a robot without a logic chip. A robot without a logic chip is like a group of wood, with a very basic IQ, and you know that you will work as humans. If a robot has a logic chip installed, it will become like a human, talking, laughing, and thinking."

Han Lang asked about logic chips again. It turned out that when the Galaxy Alliance decided to destroy all robots, it took away all logic chips. In order to avoid the chip being copied, these chips were sealed in a place with great security.

It is said that logic chips are also remnants of prehistoric civilizations. With the current technological level of human beings, it cannot be made. Therefore, if the alliance does not lift the blockade one day, there will be no real intelligent robots in the Milky Way one day.

Han Lang felt very moved after hearing this. If a large number of robots are used, human production capacity can be infinitely improved. It is a pity that it is blocked.

When Lao Mo saw Han Lang keep asking the robot, he smiled and said, "Are you interested in robots?"

Han Lang focused on the key points.

Lao Mo sighed: "Me too. Since I was a child, I have been obsessed with robotics. These robots are not only tools I use to clean up the battlefield, but also like my family, and will never betray me at any time."

"If you like it, take them to the ancient battlefield."

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