Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 124 123. Now is the time to seriously push forward the overall progress, right?
For the mercenaries who were doing the mission here, the actions of the 'Red Crossbow Arrow' were also explosive.

The independent mercenary Hong Nujian is a new mercenary who has just registered. The number of people under his command is unknown, but each of them is a super strong person who works around the clock.

One of them is a big guy covered in silver. He never takes off his protective suit and wields heavy weapons. When necessary, he will even use a very ugly sledgehammer to smash those patrol units.

This was because after using heavy weapons, Cypher found that he could not replenish the bullets, so he could only piece them together and asked a craftsman to make him a hammer that he could wield with one hand.

The second is a very friendly-looking man who is good at using heavy firepower and melee blades. He has a rare energy-radiating melee weapon and is very good at acting as a breakthrough in complex passages.

This is the No. 3 backup body. After all, we cannot let people know that 'Red Crossbow' is actually just one person. As long as it appears that there are a lot of people, then there really will be a lot of people.

Then, the third one was a woman whose presence was easily noticed, with short gray hair and gray eyes. Her huge cushioning devices were even similar to those of the crew of the "Red Crossbow".

This is the No. 1 spare body... To be honest, there's nothing wrong with taking it out, it's just too attractive, and mercenaries are a bunch of guys who are in danger of losing their jobs at any time.

The probability of an accident happening tomorrow is about the same, so those who have done something did not hesitate and asked Sefer (spare body number one) directly if he wanted to have some fun.

In fact, I also encountered this when using the No. 3 spare body, that is, the male skin. Mercenaries are all weird, and so are their tastes.

Of course, for such small issues, you can just refuse them - if you can't refuse verbally, refuse with your fists.

After all, mercenaries make a living by their fists and skills. When they saw that this guy was so powerful, they naturally took a detour.

Anyway, after these few days of activities, the level of the 'Red Crossbow' has skyrocketed, from level nine to level eight, and then to level seven...

There are more and more weapons purchasing permissions available, including some external equipment that can enhance individual mercenaries.

Simply put, protective clothing can be customized so that it not only provides protection but also enhances the mercenary's personal combat capabilities - the downside is that it requires batteries.

People in this world may lack anything, but they definitely don’t lack batteries.

The modification agency's adjustments to protective clothing are the best among all companies, and their thinking is very clear - they can't catch up with the special units on the sand, so they might as well make them cannon fodder.

Isn't it enough as long as this cannon fodder can carry anti-armor artillery?
It is cheap to build, very effective in actual combat, and they will pay for it.

Mercenaries don't need to worry too much about these company-level twists and turns, and Seifer doesn't care about such things during his money-making activities.

Because after that vision, he realized that his identity... or rather, the identity of his original body, would eventually come to light as long as it continued to develop.

Until then, it's better not to draw too much attention to it.

After closing the window that he coveted but could not afford and had no need to buy, Cypher (spare body number one) turned around with his precision marksman weapon on his back.

"So you took the initiative to ask me to join your team because you received a relatively difficult task?"

The three guys who spoke to him belonged to the same independent mercenary group. They were well-equipped and even had various equipment and backpacks to deal with emergencies.

Compared to the independent mercenaries who went down rashly before, they were obviously much more well prepared.

The leader scratched his bald head. "Yes, this mission also has a briefing and a simple map. You know, we have already explored the connecting passage from the upper area to the middle area."

"……so what?"

"But the area connecting the passage is very vast, and there are a lot of sniper-type enemies mixed in. We can't handle it."

Cypher folded his arms, the finely tuned marksman rifle on his back looking extremely threatening under the lights of the modification facility.

It's been carried around for a few days now, but no one has come forward to claim it. Is it because it's been treated as a trophy? Do you think he hasn't discovered the problem yet?

At his teammates' urging, these thoughts were temporarily put aside. Seifer calmly followed the three into the elevator. Everyone was so idle during the wait that someone suddenly started talking. "Red Arrow, we've prepared a large amount of life-saving medication for this possible emergency. What have you prepared?"

"A gun, and ammunition. And some rope for hooks."

"Haha, what's the use of ropes."

Cypher thought for a moment and replied, "If any of you fall, and there's a chance to save your life, I can hang you up and carry you to safety."

He added: "After all, you only have one life, so I suggest you be careful about how you spend it."

Then when they talked about the previous missions, the three of them belonged to the same independent mercenary after all, and usually acted together, so they had much more to brag about than Saiful.

They said they had seen the world, seen giant machines fighting in the desert, and saw the miserable appearance of the manufacturing plant after it was broken into and occupied by mercenaries.

It sounded really impressive, so Sefer gave it a listen.

The moment the elevator arrived and the door slid open, an indescribable feeling of dampness and stuffiness suddenly hit me, and along with this feeling came a sky full of smoke and dust.

The elevator room suddenly became hazy.

One of them quickly called out, "Reformation Agency! What's wrong with your intelligence? Why is there suddenly so much smoke on this floor... cough cough cough—"

"We are very sorry, but this area is currently experiencing a high level of steam due to pipeline renovations being carried out in other areas."

"The water vapor contains some toxic substances. Please prepare for protection and complete your tasks."

The call ended, and the three quickly put on their respirators. Their voices immediately became muffled: "Number Five, Number Six, you two follow me. Red crossbow arrows..."

Cypher didn't need to breathe, nor did he need to worry about toxic or hazardous materials. He said calmly, "I'll be behind you and just deal with the ranged units, correct?"

"Ah...right!"

Holding the sniper rifle, Seifer casually wiped the mirror and signaled the three to move in front while he stayed behind. The group carefully left the elevator and entered the fog.

Then I found that with the cover of water vapor, things actually became easier.

Those patrolling devices have built-in luminous indicators, which act like guiding lights in the hazy fog, making them more easily exposed than ever.

Unless they are too far away and the light is completely blocked... but if it is really blocked, they will not be able to see the four-man team sneaking in.

This gives stealth players a certain opportunity, but of course Cypher doesn't care about this opportunity - because those chicken hunters don't care about the water vapor that obscures their eyes.

Those things didn't require any observation equipment at all. As long as there were autonomous machines near the four people, they would be able to obtain fixed coordinates. Cypher's threat scan almost turned into a screaming reminder.

It is true that it is an open area. The entire space is a huge cylinder with various movable trestles that can be connected to or close to the walls.

These things are packed with all kinds of autonomous machines, each of which is equipped with sniper weapons, fearing that anyone who comes in will be swept into the garbage dump.

In such a harsh environment, it is really difficult to advance while searching for a control room or the autonomous machine main control terminal.

However... the pay is really high, and I would be doing myself a disservice if I don't accept it.

　This is (21/22)!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)