Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 187 186. How comfortable it is to have a job where you can get paid just by standing at the door (fourth update)

The convoy arrived outside the node city at the scheduled time. The people from the transformation agency did not show up, but simply led the group in using the same convoy.

The surroundings were filled with mercenaries with extremely curious expressions. They marveled at the weapons and equipment of the corporate mercenaries, especially the heavy firepower... Wow, just thinking about it makes them want to have it.

Then he continued to move bricks.

The armored vehicles and aircraft were parked in an area built and temporarily rented by Huanwu Group, and professional maintenance teams rushed in to start work.

Cypher left the machine and just as he landed, he saw a tightly wrapped guy walking towards him. He was dressed like a pilot...

Glancing at the nameplate, Cypher asked in confusion, "Are you Gao Shan...?"

"Of course, ok Miss Red Crossbow, we can take a break from now on. But not a complete rest, here you go."

He took out a small round shield from his back and gave it to Cypher, motioning him to put it on the glove structure. The forearm shield was then clipped onto his arm.

There seemed to be a trigger inside the glove. Gao Shan smiled through his helmet and said, "Clenching your fist will activate a one-way shield that can withstand direct fire from small arms."

"As for the main weapon... I see you've got it, so I won't issue it. Remember, our mission is to ensure the survival of the VIP. As long as they're alive, even if you only have one breath left, our company will find a way to bring you back."

Sounds pretty...reliable.

As for the important person himself, the personnel in this area and the combat personnel who had just come here had no time to rest. They quickly stood in two rows of human walls and carefully observed all directions of possible attacks around them - although doing so was a bit rude to the reformation agency.

But it's normal for everyone to be responsible for their own safety.

"So I have to stand here like this until this so-called informal meeting is over?"

"If nothing goes wrong, it's like this... Oh, by the way, can I ask where you had the surgery?"

Like Gao Shan, there were two other corporate mercenaries wrapped in thick equipment. Because four machines came over... they were all very curious about how Cipher managed to look like he had never undergone any corresponding surgery.
The information exchanged between corporate mercenaries themselves was just "rumors of how much money" to the point of being able to achieve this, but Seifer was the first one to actually see a living person.

"That's how I did it. I don't know where exactly, but I learned it from the beginning. That's it."

"I see... How pitiful."

He probably misunderstood something, or even made up a lot of things in his mind.

Sefer was too lazy to explain. He held his gun and glanced at the mercenaries outside the cordon. Suddenly, he saw some familiar faces.

They were all temporary partners who had gone down to the node city together before and experienced life and death together. Some of them recognized this appearance, while some recognized their other images. They were all mixed in the crowd and watching.

You know, this is the first representative of a large company to arrive in Node City. How can we not take a good look at him?

The man who claimed to be codenamed [Silver Sprout] instead of his real name had short black hair combed neatly back. He was wearing a long coat that also belonged to the Phantom Mist Group, except that the embroidery thread on the back of the cape did not seem to be bars.

It looked like a flower, and to be honest, the moment he saw this pattern, Sefer felt that it was familiar. He always felt that he had seen this kind of leader when he was working before.

But I’m so busy with design every day that I’ve forgotten how to classify things…how do you say it?

Anyway, one day when I was working overtime, I saw the sentry. The young man was wearing a coat with two flowers and a tassel on his epaulettes, looking quite handsome after he fell asleep.

Perhaps the people of this world also learned various systems and management methods in visions, and adopted them if they found them useful. It was quite nice, and that shawl had a certain aesthetic design. After the leader entered the meeting room in the hall, the two rows of people followed him in. Seifer and the team leader were asked to stand guard outside the door—not exactly as sentinels.

Professionals can do professional things. Sefer is a mercenary hired to fill the vacancy. He only needs to supplement the firepower and does not need to be a personal bodyguard.

And we can't really let him go... As a mercenary, you always have to be careful.

"But on the bright side, the rest of the time will be paid leave, right?"

Gao Shan, holding a gun, leaned leisurely against the newly closed door, scolding the others to be alert. He then took out two familiar little white sticks from the small external pocket in front of him.

"Try it? This isn't something we created ourselves; it's something we brought out from the vision."

...The anomaly really can bring out everything. This mass-energy conversion is too much.

Cypher waved his hand. "No, I'm not used to this."

"That's right." He carefully stuffed one back into the iron box and placed the other directly on the small hole in the helmet. "Good things need to be shared with others, especially future customers, right?"

Are you so sure that I will definitely buy a tank?

Sefer watched expressionlessly as he took out a lighter with a photo of a female model on it from his pocket, pushed it a little, and a wisp of white smoke came out without even seeing a flame.

Lighters have been upgraded to electric heating wires, which can only be said to be applicable to all aspects of energy.

Seeing that Seifer was looking at him, Gao Shan took a deep breath, exhaled two streams of white smoke (from both sides of his helmet) and showed his lighter. The hot model was posing in the picture and was indeed very beautiful.

And it's uncensored, so you can watch it freely.

"A limited edition piece leaked from the set. Looks great, right? You have to have money to buy it. This celebrity retired a few years ago."

Still a star?
Seeing that Seifer looked interested, Gao Shan blew out smoke rings and explained to him that the celebrity management company that was quite famous in Node City had a wide range of business. The one on this cigarette holder was a superstar who was very popular in the past few years.

Her final farewell was also quite legendary, and is still talked about today. It is said that it was not a performance in a sports stadium with hundreds of thousands of people, but in a performance venue only for private clubs.

All the participants are well-known adult stars. They can wear whatever costumes they want or even no clothes at all. The scene is very wild and some people like this kind of "performance" very much.

Of course, this is all hearsay, because the star's final retirement was only announced with an announcement - since then, this numbered cigarette lighter has been circulated among mercenaries, and the price is not low.

This was all just idle talk after dinner, but from Gao Shan's tone, Sefer could hear a hint of envy.

He said that in time, when his corporate mercenary contract expires, he will also take the company's equipment to go treasure hunting. One day, he will become rich overnight, and maybe he can become a spectator and buyer in the next performance like that.

Cypher shrugged. "I'm not interested. What exactly are they discussing? Why do they have to hold informal talks in batches?"

"Let's talk about...something about economics that we can't understand. What else can it be? It's not like we're going to pick up benches and start a fight, right?"

In Gaoshan's mind, he seems to think that important people should communicate properly in suits and ties, and using violence would be considered inferior.

Sefer just shrugged and didn't tell him that in fact even the parliaments of some countries would fight on the spot, so swinging a stool was nothing.

Have you ever seen a method where a conversation is ended by detonating a few grenades? Nothing is impossible, only things that you dare not imagine!
(End of this chapter)