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The wind whistled in his ears, and just after 9 o'clock Jean was already jumping from building to building, his hands in his pockets, jumping in the air at a modest speed, overlooking the whole city.

The long-distance jumps, combined with the use of telekinesis, are very comfortable, and this is what Jean likes to do the most, and he can't wait to go to the agriculture department, and most importantly, he wants to eat a fresh breakfast.

Gradually, Jean saw a large green field of wheat and rice paddies, half of the east and south of the area were these two cereals, and the north was a large number of other crops, corn, potatoes, tomatoes, cauliflower, etc., most of the vegetables.

Jean's only regret is that there is no fruit for sale in Bright City, because there is really no land to cultivate, and the grain base in the east has been carefully cultivated for nearly a hundred years before it finally becomes such a scale, which can grow anything, including many green trees in the city, as well as flower seeds are cultivated here.

Only fruit this kind of thing, first of all, fruit trees can not be too dense, so the survival rate and fruit setting rate are problems, trees are not like crops, growth is very slow, although the gene proliferation technology can be used to increase the yield, but the taste and size are a little different, the most important thing is too much land.

Most of the fruits that people in the city are familiar with are known from textbooks, and the taste is replaced by artificially made taste agents, some fruit cakes, fruit and vegetable salads, fruit sodas, fruit wines, etc., are not made from real fruits.

Some time ago, Jean went to the park because Tianai had helped him a little before, pestering him for a gift, so Jean came to the agricultural department to get a real orange and sent it over.

"The old man hasn't been seen for a few days, and what he said before should have been cultivated."

Early in the morning, the trading post was already bustling with people, and a large number of private traders who did not use the underground logistics pipelines commanded the mutants who worked as coolies here, and these mutants who sold their physical strength had a nickname, mountain workers.

Jean landed in an alley at the trading post, and walked out slowly with his uniform and a cigarette lit.

"Oh, I said you be careful, the things in it are very expensive, and you can't take it if it's less than 1 ton?"

A man in a suit with a big face in front of him, looking at a mutant man with a big cabinet like a hill in front of him, this kind of light and shadow locker is a must-have thing for businessmen, and the things placed in it will not deteriorate.

And if you want to carry the things in such a large box, you can only rely on mutants, most of them can still carry a ton of things as long as they have a D-level level, but the mutant in front of him, who is a little thin, has already blushed.

Because they can only be used, these mutants with more strength can go back and forth twice a day, and the one with less strength will not be able to come back, and you can see some people gathered together all over the street, bare-footed, wearing loose pants and shoulders, talking and laughing, waiting to take over.

Many mountain workers a day according to the length of the journey, the weight of the goods, and the employer after negotiating the price, at least 30 to 50 yuan of income, and can go back and forth two times a day to earn 100, some of the distance to the nearest place, can go back and forth three or four times, but such opportunities are not much, most of the businessmen who do not have underground logistics pipelines, are far away, because the underground logistics pipeline transports a cargo, far higher than the price of a mountain worker, so there are many businessmen choose to use the mountain worker.

Most of the mountain workers already have two blackened marks on their shoulders, and their feet are also covered with thick calluses, because no matter how good the shoes are, they can't withstand the weight of hundreds of kilograms or even more than a meal for a long time.

"Oh, be careful."

The backman who had just walked by suddenly fell backwards, and the heavy light and shadow locker was about to hit the ground, and Jean had already reached out a finger and pressed the locker.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm just a little hot."

The emaciated mountain worker just now apologized again and again, and wanted to turn back and thank the person behind him, but by this time Jean had already left.

Most of the mutants here are only D to E levels, and the lowest mutants, selling their physical strength is their only way, and they will not go to the agricultural department to work, because the salary is too low, and the mutants who do well can earn 2000 to 3000 a month here.

This is the only way for most of the mutants below the C level to survive, there will be a mutant promotion exam every year, and this year's mutant promotion exam is about to start, only the mutants who have reached the C level have the ability to create body scabs, and they are qualified to be security guards or private bodyguards, and they can block bullets for the employer at critical times, and the combat ability is also a little, and most of the mutants here only have strength, and the actual combat ability is almost zero.

Arriving at the field, there were still many people busy at this time, Jean strolled through the fields, and then began to speed up, many people only saw a blue light streaked by, and a flying uniform.

After a while, Jean came to a research institute on the north side of the east, a huge semicircular research institute, which was now transparent, only one floor, and the ground looked like a plantation, with a large number of plants and crops in it, and the personnel of the 12th Agricultural Section were busy.

With golden ears of rice as the background pattern, the number 12 of the Agricultural Section, the Eastern Alert Station can be seen in the distance, and nearly a third of the troops of the 3rd Military Section are stationed here, because the Agricultural Section and the Criminal Management Section are here.

After entering, you can see a staff member of the 12th Agricultural Section in black uniforms, wearing white masks, in front of a pot of marked plants, doing something, there are a total of 10 floors underground, all of which are rooms for storing a large number of samples and research.

At the far edge of the east, there are rows of dormitories for the rest of the agricultural department and for those who come to work here.

"Lord Jean, our section chief has been waiting for you for a long time."

A dark-skinned, somewhat poor-looking young man approached, smiling and revealing white teeth and attentive eyes, Larry, secretary of the 12th Agricultural Section.

"Larry, have you had breakfast?"

"Mistress Jean, you still have your share, come with me."

Jean followed Larry down the aisles about 2 meters long to the middle of the institute, a small pavilion covered with vines.

A bowl of noodle soup is steaming hot on a quaint wooden table in the gazebo.