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Chapter 152 The Mask (Please subscribe, add to your favorites, and vote with monthly tickets)

Generally, higher-level combat uniforms are equipped with a cape.

The main purpose of equipping combat uniforms with capes is...

handsome.

Yes, that's important.

Given the Federation's current level of civilization, the cloak's effectiveness in protecting against cold and rain is negligible, and the combat suit itself is equipped with modules that allow the wearer to move in harsh environments.

Nowadays, capes are more often used as accessories to enhance one's appearance and highlight one's status.

For example, in the federal army, only officers are allowed to wear capes on their combat uniforms to indicate their status and facilitate management.

For example, in recruitment advertisements for the Federation or Dawn City, soldiers generally have uniform and handsome capes or cool combat armor, which can greatly attract Federation youth to join the army and improve the Federation's recruitment effect.

Although these new recruits will immediately understand the meaning of the advertisement's line, "The advertising effect is for reference only; please refer to actual experience," once they enlist.

Ten minutes later, He Ao, dressed in combat gear and wearing a large cloak, walked out of the secret room.

Hanging on his combat uniform were five empty mithril test tubes, a light submachine gun, several magazines full of bullets, and several hand grenades, which he had found in the secret room.

As he closed the door to the secret room, he inserted the butcher's pistol from the wooden box into the holster of his combat uniform.

Yes, now he can use this gun again.

Then he picked up the short sword, which was encased in a mechanical scabbard, and hung it on the clasp of his cloak.

Although this cape is purely decorative, it still has some hidden buckles and small pockets attached to it, making it convenient to hang some large items.

After everything was tidied up, He Ao glanced at the house and then slowly closed the door.

Di-

With a soft click from the smart lock, the sturdy security door was locked.

He Ao slowly walked down the stairs.

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The huge neon sign above the Inor restaurant flashed once, then slowly went out.

A voluptuous woman with long, slightly wavy, reddish-brown hair walked out of the restaurant through a small door, locked the door, and stretched.

She glanced up at the neon sign above her, now that it was dark, then suddenly raised her hand, making a small gap between her index finger and thumb, and laughed.

"Roy, you see, my business acumen is a little bit better than yours."

Her response was only a dark lightbox and the silent night.

A gentle night breeze stirred up the dust on the ground and ruffled her clothes.

She shook her head, tightened her coat, and looked away from the dark signboard, shaking her head and smiling.

"Spending too much time with that brat Vianna makes you start to act strangely."

She walked with her hands behind her back into the depths of the street.

“Anyway,” she suddenly stopped and laughed as she walked, looking up at the sky, “you can rest assured.”

"okay."

A soft response suddenly came from beside her.

"what!!!"

The sound startled her, and she quickly looked up towards the source of the sound.

Not far from her, a figure wearing a black cloak with his face hidden under the hood stood in front of a stall, pointing to an item on the stall and saying, "Hmm, hmm, that's it. Okay, pack it for me."

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People can be so scary!

Naomi patted her heaving chest, rubbed her temples, and turned to continue walking deeper into the street.

She didn't find anything strange about someone who hid their face under a hood; there were more people like that in Aston District than stars in the sky.

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He Ao glanced at Naomi's retreating figure as she disappeared into the night, then turned back to look at the street stall in front of him.

This is a small stall filled with all sorts of miscellaneous toys. It's almost midnight now. At this hour, vendors who set up stalls are usually those who haven't paid stall fees to the city government and don't have a legal license.

Of course, the income from street vending in this situation is also tax-free.

"Young man, five yuan."

The stall owner handed He Ao a paper bag containing the toy He Ao had just pointed to.

He Ao glanced at him, then turned and left.

"Four yuan and fifty cents!"

Four pieces!

The stall owner's voice came from behind He Ao.

"Three dollars and fifty cents! That's the lowest I can go."

"Three yuan? Oh dear, I'm selling this to you at a loss today. I bought it for three yuan and I'm not making a single penny. I'm even adding the labor cost."

He Ao slowly walked back. His gaze lingered for a moment on the bag the stall owner handed him before moving on to the other items at the toy stall.

How much does that cost?

He pointed to a mask at the stall owner's feet.

It was a smiling mask, half black and half white. The boundary between the black and white was not so clear-cut, but rather like a fusion of sunlight and shadow.

The mouth part of the mask is a near-U-shaped 'smile', and the eyes are two downward-curving crescent moons. Both the mouth and eyes are hollowed out to facilitate seeing and breathing.

The entire mask looked bizarre and eerie.

When Heo looked at the mask, the mask seemed to be looking back at him.

“This one’s expensive,” the stall owner said, putting down the bag, picking up the mask, and tapping it, making a loud thumping sound. “Don’t be fooled by its plastic appearance; this mask is actually made of a special metal, you see.”

The stall owner handed the mask to He Ao, saying, "Look at this luster, this texture, it's just like plastic, and it's as light as plastic."

He Ao took the mask, tapped it lightly, and weighed it in his hand.

Yes, it's plastic.

"I won't sell it to you for much," the stall owner said with a smile, seeing that He Ao seemed to like the mask. "This kind of pure metal mask, with such good quality, would cost at least twenty-five yuan outside. I'm a kind person, so I'll just sell it to you for ten yuan."

Plastic masks on the market usually cost between one and two yuan, but this mask has a unique design and will only cost a maximum of two yuan.

He Ao glanced at the stall owner, waved the mask in his hand, then looked at the toys the owner had just put into a bag, and calmly said,

"Three pieces, two together."

"How can you bargain like that? I don't do business like that."

The boss quickly shook his head.

"it is good."

He Ao took off his mask and turned to leave.

"Hey, young man, why aren't you bargaining according to the rules?" the stall owner shouted hurriedly. "Eight yuan, you have to let me make some money, right?"

"Six dollars, six dollars. I really didn't make a single penny off you. Consider this my first day of business, and let's be friends."

"Five dollars and fifty cents, that's the lowest I can go, really the lowest I can go. If I do this deal, I'll lose money on my car's electricity bill."

Five yuan!!!

"it is good,"

A young man wearing a cloak appeared in front of the stall owner. "Wrap it up."

"You young man, you don't sound very old, how come you're so good at bargaining?"

The stall owner glanced at the hood covering He Ao's face, packed the mask and the previously packaged toys together, and handed them to He Ao. "If you weren't my first customer today, I definitely wouldn't have made this sale. Oh well, consider it making friends."

He Ao took the bag without saying a word.

Based on Roy's experience talking to street vendors when he was homeless, the vendors could earn him at least one dollar for these two items.

But this is the lowest price the stall owner can offer; after all, they need to make a living by setting up a stall.

These stall owners set up their stalls late at night, having to evade both municipal government officials and gangs, earning only a meager living through hard work.

He took a five-federal bill from his pocket and handed it to the stall owner, saying, "Here you go."

"Come again next time."

The stall owner chuckled, took the money, and waved to He Ao.

He Ao, carrying the bag, gradually disappeared into the night.

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Chapter 153 I Have Nothing Left (Please Subscribe, Add to Favorites, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

He Ao shook the dark purple liquid in the glass, and a fragrance that seemed to permeate the soul slowly wafted out.

He raised the cup to his lips, took a small sip, and a cool sensation flowed into his throat. However, this energy did not flow down his esophagus with the water, but instead slowly rose and seeped into He Ao's mind.

As the icy aura surged up, He Ao's somewhat damaged soul was repaired a little.

He Ao put the cup back on the table and looked at the row of small cups on the table, each containing a little bit of dark purple liquid, the color gradually intensifying from light to dark.

He had just picked up the cup; it was one of the middle ones in the row.

After leaving that street, He Ao first went to the mall to retrieve the box containing the Corpse Flower and took out the frozen Corpse Flower from inside.