Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 119 118. Look at the bright side, the most valuable thing is still brought back (fourth update)
Once all the devices that run and update automatically are online, it's time to retreat quickly.

After confirming that the entire system was running smoothly, Seifer and others abandoned the meaningless corpses and followed the map they had obtained earlier to reach the upward area.

The autonomous machines here are not aggressive. They simply weld or repair nearby devices at their posts. They are very...rigid.

But there was no need to waste ammunition. The four of them stood in the designated area. Seifer glanced around and said, "This doesn't look like an elevator. Look, there are tracks."

Just when the group was confused, a rumbling sound came from far away and was carried by the tunnel wind. The four of them quickly found a place to grab, and then a tunnel train that also looked rusty but was actually in good working order in all aspects slowly stopped.

There are no windows facing the outside in the bullet-shaped carriage, but when the door is opened, the soft light shining through still makes the platform a little warmer.

The four of them looked at each other in silence and filed into the train. As the door closed, the three of them sighed in unison, feeling fortunate that they had survived such a harsh environment.

As for who the last enemy is, no one is willing to explore. After all, as long as they can complete the mission alive and collect the bounty, the rest... the mercenaries don't care at all.

The train was moving in the passage, and none of the four people took the initiative to speak, not even when Z4 took out a white stick-like object from his pocket with one hand and tremblingly did not say a word.

They were all sitting on chairs against the car wall, resting in different postures. Only Seifer was still fiddling endlessly with the marksman rifle he had just acquired.

It's like a child who is so happy that he can't sleep because he got a new weapon.

Z4 held the small white stick in his mouth and thought for a while, then suddenly took out a wrinkled one and handed it to Seifer.

"Taste it?"

"what?"

"The technology in the vision is that people there would light up a cigarette in their spare time, filter out the coarse particles of incomplete combustion through the filter, and then inhale it into their lungs."

The Z4 uses a unique heating device to ignite it: "You may not be used to it at first, but once you like it, it will calm you down and to a certain extent stabilize your pounding heart... and brain."

He took a deep breath, and the front end glowed and burned for a short while, leaving behind some gray embers, before exhaling a cloud of smoke.

"The mercenaries have adopted the name they used in the vision: cigarettes. Like alcohol, they're a popular hard currency among the crowd."

The triggerman next to him kicked him and took one from his pocket, but the flying squirrel didn't reach out, but just took out the flat flask and poured a little drink into his mouth.

"It's also called tobacco, magic wand, cigar, and so on... The world in the vision is much more beautiful than this damn place we live in."

Seifer took it, thought for a moment, and put it next to his ear. "But what's in the vision is ultimately fake. Only this place is real."

"Yeah, hiss, it hurts so much..."

The train sped along, passing through countless platforms. The mercenaries on the swaying train took a short break after their ordeal. Two of them smoked cigarettes, while another drank his own wine.

Cypher… He continued to play with the gun, taking it apart, carefully examining the parts that could be maintained, and then putting it back together.

Although it is also a weapon from Abian, this thing is much more powerful. There are not many detachable parts of the whole gun, and it is extremely easy to maintain. The style of the gun is very similar to the futuristic style that Seifer had imagined before.

Then when you submit the design drawings, your boss will scold you for trying to do something fancy before the sample is even out, and that the logistics department will beat you into a sieve with this thing.

The shape is stern and the configuration is also not bad. The overall weight requires two hands to operate for ordinary mercenaries, but Seifer confirmed that he can use it with one hand.

Just lock the joint when firing and it can be used like a rifle.

Electromagnetic boost ammunition is smaller than ordinary ammunition, has a recoil system in normal shooting mode, and energy magazines are easy to find, and are even compatible with "batteries" of multiple energies.

I can only say I can’t put it down.

In comparison, the armor-piercing gun placed at his feet now seems inferior. After all, the weapons prepared for the autonomous machine are only large in quantity, and their workmanship cannot be said to be very sophisticated.

The train slowly slowed down, and a ding-dong reminder sounded inside, which quickly brought the resting mercenaries back to their senses and prepared to get off. In fact, there were indeed tracks in the hall, but no one had ever been seen riding on them before...

The bullet train slowly stopped and the doors slid open. Not surprisingly, Seifer saw a worried-looking Seina at the door.

“…I’m back.”

"You've been fighting hard, Cypher. Could you please let the wounded come to me so I can take care of them?"

Already accustomed to this situation, Seifer walked out of the car stiffly. As soon as the Z4 came out, Shengnai pressed the respirator against his face. After subconsciously taking a breath of something mixed with cigarette and special gas, he raised his broken hand in surprise.

It really doesn't hurt anymore. Unlike the psychological effect that was alleviated by the tobacco ingredients before, it really doesn't hurt now.

Sheng Nai urged him to go to the medical station quickly, and then disinfected the wounds of the other two, causing them to grimace in pain - from beginning to end, he never asked for their mercenary code names or names.

After concentrating on the task, she put on rubber gloves and looked at Cypher, who was covered in weapons.

"I'm fine, not even a scratch—and you didn't bring any spray, did you?"

"I'm glad you're not hurt. Was this mission difficult...?"

As soon as Sefer was mentioned, he reacted. He turned around and nodded to the injured trio. The three guys said without hesitation: "Yes! Find a good reason! We believe you can find more and make more money!"

Then you think too highly of me.

Seifer didn't say anything, just waved his hand and asked Shengnai to put away the medical kit and follow.

Walking through the bustling crowd, Seifer reached out and knocked on the table at the counter: "Where is your manager?"

"What's up, mercenary?"

"Here's the mission, this one." After reporting the task, Seifer continued, "Forget the power outage, I'll consider it free cleaning of your toilets with the lights off. But can you explain what the presence of other mercenaries in our mission area means?"

The staff member who was busy inside was stunned: "Impossible."

Sefer sent the photo of the corpse to the other party, which silenced the staff for a moment. They asked Sefer to wait for a while and then left the counter.

The mercenaries queuing behind him booed and left, leaving Shengnai alone, who was gently gripping the counter board and standing on tiptoe to peek inside.

Maybe such a large-scale mercenary activity is really interesting to her, so everything looks new and novel?

Seifer didn't know that the reason why Shengnai was so curious about these things was essentially because he was here, busy with mercenary work. If he was busy with something else, Shengnai would also be interested in that thing.

Pure and without any additional purpose, Shengnai is such a child.

After a while, a man who looked like he was in a different position and whose clothes looked very high-end after all, hurried behind the counter.

"Independent mercenary Red Crossbow, the evidence you submitted is extremely valuable. You are the first mercenaries to kill these guys. We will distribute the corresponding rewards later."

"Besides photos, do you have any other evidence to submit? This is very important to us."

There was no sign of panic on the man's face, but it was clear that he didn't even have time to comb his hair back, which should have been sleek, before coming here. This fully demonstrated that this matter was quite important to the reformatory.

So Seifer leaned on the table and said, "Send the compensation first, then I'll tell you."

　It’s (18/22), ready to start maintaining my health…

　　
　
(End of this chapter)