My Apocalypse Fortress Vehicle

Seeing the handsome, woman-like man who suddenly appeared in front of him, Jack asked with vigilance:

"Who are you and where am I?"

V didn't seem to be afraid of the threatening words in his words. He just came over and silently helped him re-insert the loose tubes on his body, and then said calmly:

"Don't be nervous. If I really wanted to do something to you, I would have killed you long ago. There is no need to wait until now. Moreover, I snatched you back from those crazy dog-like thugs on the street.

"Lie down, at least wait until the nutrient solution is drained out before you start with me."

Hearing this, Jack still refused to give in. He just kept looking at him fiercely and said to him:

"Give me my gun and my shirt."

"Your gun? You mean the Razer II that was about to be empty of bullets? That's it. I saved you, but I couldn't save you for free. I sold your gun so I could have the money to buy it. You'll need nutrient solution, and some, uh, other necessary tools.

"As for your bloody shirt, I can't give you an injection through your clothes, right? I took it off and threw it over there."

After V finished speaking, he pointed to the blood-covered black jacket that was thrown to the ground in the distance.

"Give me that dress!"

Jack growled lowly, his eyes red.

"Okay, okay, give it to you."

V seemed to have the helplessness of coaxing a child, walked over, picked up the bloody jacket from the ground, and then threw it on Jack.

Jack quickly took the jacket, regardless of the various tubes still stuck in his body.

He reached into the pocket of his jacket and touched the photo and the chip.

After touching these two things, he breathed a sigh of relief, and a big stone was relieved in his heart.

Not only that, even the book he stuffed into his arms was still there.

At this time, the book cover was stained with traces of blood shed by Jack.

"So there's something hidden in your jacket?"

V's voice suddenly sounded.

This sentence immediately filled Jack with hostility:

"You want to steal it?"

Seeing Jack like this, V waved his hand and said with a smile:

"Just kidding, when I dragged you back, I found these things in your bag. But these two things, at least on the surface, are not as valuable as the Razer II. And they may contain There is a lot of confidential and dangerous information. What if I sell it casually and get angry?

"What's more, brother, you are hiding a banned book. This is the most embarrassing thing. I really didn't expect it.

"You may think I'm a bad guy, but I'm definitely not a fool."

V said, blinking.

Jack carefully put the two items back into his jacket pocket, and then looked at the man in front of him again.

He looked at the tubes on his body again, and there were some blue liquids flowing in them. Finally, he realized that these liquids were really the nursing nutrient solutions he was familiar with and used to treat patients.

The man named V in front of him, no matter what the reason was, at least he really saved himself and did not take away the most important thing from him.

No matter what the process is, Jack is all about the results.

"Anyway, thank you."

Jack told him.

"You're welcome. After all, I took your gun and sold it to buy a lot of good things. By the way, what's your name?"

When Jack heard him ask his name, he hesitated and was unwilling to speak.

Seeing his hesitation, V seemed to have guessed something before he said:

"Let me think about it, you are definitely not a native of the dungeon, right? It is difficult for a native of the dungeon to get a weapon like the Razer II, nor can it be equipped with the advanced prosthetic body you have. And your kind The prosthetic body, at first glance, is used to forge weapons. That kind of pattern, that kind of structure, tsk, it really makes me, a pariah in the dungeon, very envious."

Jack said nothing and listened to V's speech silently.

"But the fact that you can appear in the dungeon must be because of some kind of accident. Moreover, there is another piece of evidence that can support my point of view."

Hearing this, Jack couldn't help but ask:

"What is it?"

V took a few steps back, and Jack noticed his movement. It seems that this guy is also a little scared. He is afraid that he will touch Jack's reverse scales and this big guy will come over and fight with him.

"Your identity chip has been canceled and no information can be retrieved from it. There are only two possibilities. The first is that you found a hacker and actively hacked your identity chip.

"But I don't believe the first one, because your chip doesn't have any traces of forced logout. At this time, I have to wonder if it's the second possibility, which is that you are already dead in the world's files. Dead People, according to the laws of the world, will have their identity chips cancelled.

"Brother, you should know better than me which one you are, right?"

Listening to V's words, Jack suddenly felt like a deflated ball. He sighed:

"Forget it, the matter has come to this, there is nothing to hide. You are right, I am originally from the world. Not only that, I am dead in the world, at least, it seems dead on the surface.

"I just escaped here and before I got familiar with everything here, I fainted on the ground and was saved by you. Although I don't know why you saved me or what you wanted from me, my name is Jack Jones."

"My name is V."

V and Jack exchanged names.

This was also the beginning of the friendship between the two.

"Of course I have my own purpose in saving you."

After the two introduced each other, V asked Jack to lie on the operating bed again. The infusion would take some time, and he continued,

"Actually, I thought you were a fugitive or something, carrying a huge secret on your body. After I rescue you, I can crack your identity chip, then find your enemy or organization, help you send you back, and then blackmail you. After all, I have transferred a lot of money this way before.

"But when I saw your ID chip that had been certified as dead, I knew I had picked up a shady account. And according to my experience, shady accounts don't make money, and it's easy for me to get involved.

"Haha, I really did something wrong this time. I came back with a thankless role."

The content of V's words sounded a little helpless, but judging from the tone, there was no dissatisfaction or resentment.

Jack didn't know what this guy was thinking, so he simply didn't answer him.

"Hey, Jack."

V called him.

"What's up?"

Jack asked.

"You are a craftsman, right?"

"Of course, they are genuine. You have also seen that every mechanical prosthesis installed on my body is prepared for forging."

"Then you do me a favor and hide your identity in the dungeon. You make weapons for me and I sell them. How about we divide the money we get from you 30/70, I 700/70 and you 30/30. It's good for both of us. It’s a sure-profit business.”

Hearing V's proposal, Jack frowned:

"Little brother, in your words, I am a shady person, and I have no particular use value to you. If I casually make up an identity for you, I am actually a heinous bastard, or, I What if it’s a rebel army?

"Then you really got yourself into trouble."

Who knows, V laughed very nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders as if he didn't care:

“Who the hell cares!

"In the dungeon, no one cares whether you tell the truth or lies, because none of this bullshit matters! As long as you can make me money, I will keep you! Even if you tell me that you stabbed Paradise Island The leader’s butt has nothing to do with me!

"I took half of the money from the sale of the Razer II to buy these damn nutrient solutions to save you. I can't sell you now. I always have to find somewhere else where I can go. Using you, right?"

V said it very straightforwardly, but on the contrary, it was this straightforwardness that made Jack feel at ease.

At least this person doesn't have anywhere to hide and hide.

"I can work for you, but our income must be split 50-50. I am a very powerful craftsman, one of the best in the world."

"None of my business!"

V came over and took out the book from his jacket.

"No matter how good you are in the world, when you get here, without me, you are just a desperate waste! I will find customers, blueprints, and materials for you. You only need to forge it for me. I will be the boss. Do it, 50-50 and don’t overthink it, man.”

"Four six."

The two bargained.

V glanced at him and looked at him. Seeing that Jack really felt that his forging skills were worthy of the 40%, V suddenly relaxed:

"Okay, then four or six. But as agreed, if you don't do a good job, man, if the things you build are actually just some scrap metal and won't bring me much profit, don't blame me for falling out. Recognize someone and hand you over to the world.”

"OK."

Jack agreed wholeheartedly.

Hearing Jack's confident tone, V picked up the book he took out from his jacket, put it in his hand, and then read out the title on the cover, which was stained with blood and had a strange beauty:

"The Malazov Brothers".

Jack couldn't help but feel surprised when he heard a man in the dungeon actually pronounce Old English words:

"Do you still know Old English?"

V nodded and said somewhat casually:

"Get acquainted with it. In the past, I could always find some ancient books on some fugitives. After reading more, I will recognize them."

Jack felt incredible. He studied hard in the detailed information that he finally found, and finally learned a small part of Old English. If he really wanted to read those older banned books without any problems, he would have to refer to the information one by one to understand the meaning of those words.

But the young-looking man in front of him actually learned ancient English by himself in a place like the dungeon, where resources and materials were extremely scarce, relying only on a few ancient books that he had obtained. This was really an extremely difficult thing.

Jack couldn't help but look at V with admiration.

But V obviously had no interest in the book. He just read out the name on the cover, then patted the book back on Jack and said to him:

"When you finish taking these medicines, I will go back and this place will be yours as your studio and place to live."

"You don't live here?"

"Of course, Cunning Rabbit Sanku, wouldn't it be very dangerous if you easily found out where I live? Of course, if you feel it's not safe to live in the residence I provided you, you can naturally change your place to live."

"Let's wait until I have money."

"It's up to you."

V didn't seem to care about this matter at all, and turned around, his back to Jack, to tinker with his own affairs.

At this time, Jack did not know that from now on, he would be bound to this man named V and this small studio for the rest of his life.

Once you get on this ship, you can never get off.