Mechanic endlessly amassing troops in the apocalypse

Li Fei frowned slightly, suppressing his anger, and tried to negotiate.

"How much? Name your price."

The dreadlocks expert curled his lips into a playful smile and slowly raised five dark green fingers.

"Not much, five thousand Galaxy Coins."

Five thousand?

Li Fei's pupils contracted. It wasn't that he couldn't come up with the money; he could easily scrape together 50,000 by selling a few crystal cores, let alone 5,000. But this wasn't a matter of money at all.

That bastard clearly took advantage of the fact that I'm an unregistered resident and easy to bully, trying to extort money from me to death.

"Five thousand?" Li Fei's voice turned cold. "Last time my master only paid five hundred."

"Last time was last time!" The dreadlocked Sai Da's face darkened, somewhat embarrassed and angry at being exposed. "The rules have changed! Now it's five thousand! Not a penny less!"

His accomplice stepped forward and threatened, "Kid, you should think carefully about your identity. You should know that federal law only protects legal citizens. Undocumented immigrants like you will have no one to claim your body if you die."

The two men formed a pincer movement, blocking the doorway.

"What, you're not happy? Go report me to the police station then! I'm afraid you, you stray dog, will get arrested the moment you walk through the police station door, hahaha!"

The shrill laughter echoed in my ears.

Li Fei remained silent for two seconds.

He knew that things were unlikely to end well today.

The other party clearly intended to destroy his unregistered status, assuming he wouldn't dare to resist and would have nowhere to appeal.

If you compromise once, the next time they will only escalate their behavior.

"No money." Li Fei raised his eyes, his gaze so calm it sent chills down one's spine.

Dirty-braided Sai Da sneered, "No money? If you have no money, then you should just close the shop."

"What if I don't close the shop either?"

The dreadlocked Sai Daren smirked, "Alright, come with us and meet our boss. Maybe he'll make an exception for you."

"Sure," Li Fei said, spreading his hands. "I'm right here. If you can take me away, that's fine."

The dreadlocked Saidar's smile froze, then turned into furious rage: "You fucking want to die—!"

His burly body lunged forward, his gloved right hand reaching out like an iron clamp to grab Li Fei's collar. A gust of wind swept over them!

But Li Fei was faster. He flicked his wrist at his side, and a cold metal cube appeared in his palm.

With a slight thought, the cube instantly extended and deformed, transforming into a sleek black rifle in less than the time it takes for one heartbeat to pass. The muzzle was steadily raised and aimed at the Saidar's forehead.

The entire process was completely silent, and the speed of the movements was beyond the realm of ordinary understanding.

The dreadlocked Saidar's charge came to an abrupt halt, his outstretched arm frozen in mid-air. He could even clearly see the cold spiral pattern on the inside of the gun muzzle, and the other man's steady finger on the trigger, without the slightest tremor.

His accomplices behind him also gasped and instinctively took a half step back.

But after realizing what was happening, he quickly reached for his waist.

"laugh!"

A faint, almost illusionary whistling sound.

Almost the instant the other party pulled out a black pistol, Li Fei's right hand holding the gun shifted almost imperceptibly.

Clang!

A sharp metallic clang rang out! The accomplice of the Sai Da felt a violent tremor in his palm and his hand go numb. The pistol that had just been drawn was precisely struck in the grip by a steel ball that appeared out of nowhere. It flew out of his hand, arced through the air, crashed heavily into the wall in the distance, and bounced to the ground.

Li Fei's gun barrel seemed to have never truly left the grizzled Sai Da's forehead. That miraculous shot just now was merely a slight adjustment of his wrist.

Fast! Accurate! Ruthless!

The two Saidars immediately dared not make any further moves.

The corridor was deathly silent.

Only the faint sound of the wind could be heard in the distance.

Li Fei gripped the gun, his finger hovering over the trigger guard. His voice was low, but each word was clear: "Get lost or die."

"You choose for yourselves!"

The filthy-braided man's face turned from green to blue, then from blue to white. He stared intently at the dark muzzle of the gun, then at Li Fei's unwavering eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing a few times. Finally, he squeezed out a sentence through clenched teeth:

"...Fine, you've got guts. You dare to use guns on the Sand Wolf Gang's territory? You just wait."

He glared at Li Fei, grabbed his companion, and the two quickly retreated into the shadows of the corridor, disappearing around the corner.

Li Fei, holding his gun, watched the other person's back and let out a deep breath.

He stood quietly at the door for another ten seconds or so, making sure the other person had really left, before slowly putting down his weapon. The rifle folded and shrunk back into an inconspicuous metal cube in his hand, and he put it into his pocket.

He closed the door and locked it.

Leaning against the cold door, Li Fei let out a long breath, his eyes hardening again.

The Sand Wolf Gang? Ha...

He touched the cold metal cube in his pocket, then remembered the constantly increasing level and skills on his interface. At worst, he could retreat to another settlement temporarily; although the desert was dangerous, it was still better than being oppressed here.

But... it's Master's shop.

Thinking of this, Li Fei gritted his teeth, a sense of unwillingness welling up in his heart.

Ultimately, it comes down to a lack of strength.

He walked to the window, carefully lifted a corner of the curtain, and looked outside.

His gaze gradually hardened.

In any case, we can't just sit and wait to die. We must think of a way to try and fight back, to see if we can hold this place.

Just then, his gaze sharpened.

A beam of intense light shone from afar.

Another person has arrived by car.

"The Sand Wolf Gang is back so quickly?"

Li Fei's heart tightened, and he immediately retreated from the window, moving silently behind the door. He reached into his inner pocket and grasped the metal cube, ready to unfold it at any moment.

Staring into the cat's eyes.

Not long after, the car stopped beside him, but to Li Fei's surprise, it was a police car parked outside the yard.

Who's using ncpd?

NCPD is an abbreviation for Night Star Police Department.

Night Star is the main star of the Taihe Federation.

Theoretically, the NCPD is a federally administered entity and has a very high level of authority.

However, the top executives of NCPD on Cangnan Star are basically people from the three major companies.

The federal government has stopped intervening, leaving the NCPD as a mere shell.

But no matter what, the NCPD still has the power to enforce the law. What do they want to do now that they've come here?

Li Fei frowned.

Could it be that the Sand Wolf Gang called the police saying I'm an unregistered resident?

That shouldn't be the case. Even if I'm an unregistered resident and haven't entered the city, what's the point of arresting me? Besides, the Sand Wolf Gang's methods are too low-level.

Before long, the people in the car stepped out of the bright light and gradually revealed their true faces.

It was him!

Upon seeing who it was, Li Fei immediately abandoned all reservations and opened the door.

"Sheriff Lawrence, what brings you here?"

That's right, the person who came was the town's sheriff, Lawrence.

Moreover, Li Fei was very familiar with him; he used to come to the shop often and was a good friend of his master.

Lawrence walked to the door with a smile and greeted, "Xiao Fei, won't you invite me in for a bit?"

Li Fei made way.

Lawrence walked into the hall, but instead of sitting down, his gaze swept over the parts piled up in the corner and the unfinished gun components on the workbench.

"Old Luo taught you a lot." He picked up a half-finished gas plug, weighed it in his hand, and said, "This craftsmanship doesn't seem like that of a beginner."

"It's a pity, Lao Luo won't have the chance to teach you now."