Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 235 234. Some people might be easier to talk to if they are a little tougher (Part )
This guy Feldrich has a really bad temper, especially after escaping from Cypher's clutches, she seems to have returned to her old self.

To make sure she could listen to him, Cypher considered for a few seconds. "So, did you remove the explosive collar?"

"It's just a little bit short. Don't get too proud. Once I untie it, I'll..."

"Isn't there still a half-month cooling-off period before the hunt?"

"...I'm not in a bad mood right now, so I won't bother with this. If you have anything to say, please say it quickly. My time is precious."

This guy is sometimes very smooth, and sometimes cold and vicious.

Cypher didn't bother with small talk and said, "Let me ask you something. Didn't you create two types of guided missiles before? They were experimental, but how are they doing now?"

In response, Feldrich's voice rose slightly. "You're quite knowledgeable. Those are just targeted weapons I made in my spare time. I've made some improvements to them. Why are you asking?"

"Can you lend me some?"

"Don't you know how much it costs to make something like this? Borrow? Even if you were to tear your mercenary apart and sell every part at a price, you wouldn't be able to buy a fraction of it!"

I'm so sorry I splurged on it before, but it's really useful.

Whether it's the terrifying jet armor-piercing projectile that's said to instantly heat up to over 5,000 degrees, or the special missile that can stop a vehicle with high-voltage electricity and high-frequency white noise, theoretically, they all have an effect on [worms].

That's 5,000 degrees! If you're confused, go study materials science.

"Oh, you're quite knowledgeable, but compared to this kind of thing, the new missile I developed should be the masterpiece that will amaze you."

"Appreciate further details."

"As long as it hits, no matter how strong the metal is, even the protective shield will be affected by the tiny molecules released from it... I have nothing to tell you, this is a trade secret."

Feldrich stopped talking immediately and said, "Are you planning to eavesdrop on my business secrets?"

"Just kidding, I'm not interested in these things, so as for the missiles, give me some."

"...Are your ears just for show, mercenary?"

Of course it's not just for show. After a moment's careful consideration, Cypher replied, "But I don't have any money right now. Besides, I've accepted a commission that's not too dangerous. It's just to attack the Worm as a frontline worker."

"Oh, that's great. You should die right there, so I don't have to find someone to chop you up later. A short pain is worse than a long one."

"So, I need to find some sponsors to share the spoils I'm about to receive... Think about it, that's a creation of the Transformation Agency, so the technological content must be very high, higher than a three-story building."

"What does that have to do with me?"

Even though she wasn't in front of him, Seifer could still imagine the corners of her mouth drooping when she was unhappy, and her short, highlighted hair that was a little messy after being caught.

"Think about it. If I used Abian's technology during the attack, wouldn't everyone think that Abian also supported the operation? Then you would have a say in the final division of the spoils."

"Besides, as the main attacker, I'll definitely face the Worm head-on, so maybe I can get detailed data and even technology about it—how about considering it an investment?"

Feldrich immediately wanted to curse, "I might as well invest in a dog," but then he remembered that he always called mercenaries stray dogs, and it seemed repetitive. After thinking for a long time, he slowly spoke:
"It's not impossible to invest, but as I said, each of these consumables is worth a lot of money. To be more specific, one of them is enough to buy you an entire machine..."

"But all you can give me is some inexplicable promises. Do you think I'll believe a stray dog on the side of the road who says 'sharing technology'?"

Cypher continued, "You can understand dogs, so you..." "Shut up! Don't be picky. Since you want my weapons, how about becoming a corporate mercenary under my command? If you're a corporate mercenary, not only weapons, I can even approve your purchase of our company's high-end equipment."

Still not giving up? Seifer shrugged helplessly: "How about changing the conditions? For example, next time I catch you, I won't lock you up in a small dark room."

There was a sudden silence over there.

I thought I'd hear another round of scolding, but after a while, Feldrich slowly asked back, "...Are you serious?"

Why is it that you're assuming you'll definitely get caught? Are you the type who thinks things will always happen?

Seifer had no idea, and this instantly reminded her of the feeling of despair and grievance that surged in her heart in that dark loneliness.

And the peace that followed his release, when he stuffed himself with the best meal he had ever eaten – in short, Stockholm was guilty.

Cypher waited for a moment before she continued slowly, saying yes, but he had to fire and calibrate the weapon himself, and that the weapon had a special seal that couldn't be cracked, etc...

She's so docile, I kind of suspect she was switched.

Considering the range of these things - they are not like the real missiles that Cypher is used to and knows, with a cruise attack range of thousands of kilometers, the actual distance is surprisingly short.

It may just be able to fire a little further than the main guns of those mobile bases.

Damn, it is said that the main gun of the largest mobile stronghold can directly bombard areas dozens of kilometers away. Although it is terrifying enough, Sefer always feels that something is wrong!
Is this the era of big ships and big guns? We already have missiles but we haven't developed the relevant technology. We have even developed this unscientific armor-piercing jet. Haven't we considered the range?

Wait... uh, I seem to have forgotten that the background radiation in this desert itself is terrifying. Compared to it, the reactions of those mobile bases are insignificant.

Shaking his head, Sefer had to put aside all his chaotic thoughts and then discussed with Feldrich where and how to deliver the goods.

After she finished her discussion, she hesitated for a long time and suddenly said, "Mercenary, do you have time?"

"A little bit, but not until nightfall, because tonight we have to get rid of that worm."

"As long as you have time, you... come to Abian's office. Someone wants to see you."

After saying that, she hung up the phone, as if she finally realized that she was too accommodating to this mercenary and she had to sever the relationship!

Seifer wasn't really interested in who exactly wanted to see him. The preparations before the battle were already enough to give him a headache, and he still had to cooperate with a group of corporate mercenaries who had rarely fought together.

Wait, it seems that there is not a complete lack of cooperation... When the node city was deployed to fight before, there was at least some cooperation, but to be honest, Sefer still hasn't figured out who is who.

I was busy sending messages and adjusting my equipment, and just as I switched lines, someone suddenly took the initiative to contact me.

"Are you the mercenary who embarrassed my chief research technician? Red Crossbow, I'm quite interested in you, but my time is precious, and I don't have much time to chat with you."

The source of the news was... the man who called himself 'Trilobite'. He came in with a somewhat unpleasant tone.

The next sentence was: "I have high hopes for you, independent mercenary. Come work for me. I can provide you with the most advanced next-generation body transformation, which will definitely give you a brand new experience!"

Seifer thought for a moment and replied, "I installed anti-fraud software, and my phone is out of battery. Bye."

(End of this chapter)