Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 275 274. An accident happened, but unfortunately it happened next door. The feeling was very subtle.
Feldridge enjoyed the meal very much, but she was a little unhappy that she couldn't show it.

Then they discussed some details - although Sefer claimed to have lost his memory, this guy was reserved when he spoke, so it was definitely not possible to believe everything he said.

In short, after knowing that Cypher was a man with amnesia and that he became a mercenary just to facilitate his activities, Feldrich became completely interested.

Curious about her identity, and...

"You don't want the information about your true self to be exposed, do you?" She smiled maliciously, feeling excited that she had finally caught the other party's weakness after a long period of forbearance.

Cypher put the cleaned bowl back on the shelf, and despite Feldrich's resistance, he wiped her mouth with a wet tissue until there was no trace of sauce left on that little mouth that could speak vicious words.

"I don't think you'll tell anyone, okay? After all, even among my crew, some people don't know my identity. If I were to tell anyone other than the crew, you'd be the first one."

Feldrich paused, snorted and said, "What does it matter? Right now, at this moment, the information about the identity, current itinerary and location of the independent mercenary Red Crossbow is very valuable on the intelligence network."

There were even people who wanted to cooperate with Red Crossbow for a long time - this kind of thing, Sefer didn't know, and Feldrich was too lazy to tell him, because the bid was too low and it was a waste of time.

"Do you think this will make me hesitate and not use this identity to threaten you or something like that?"

"I never thought you wouldn't do that, but compared to leaking it, isn't it more valuable if only this information is known to this car and not to others?"

Cypher's words made her pause, and she knew without even thinking about it - that was true.

Besides, I don't have anyone I can trust, so the benefits of telling others...are indeed not as good as the problems. Besides, before the United School's node city stabilizes, as a bodyguard...

After thinking for a moment, Feldrich crossed his arms and said, "I can't even find anyone to sell my information to. It's really speechless. For the sake of this meal, I will temporarily..."

Suddenly, a beeping sound came from her body. After taking a look, her good mood immediately turned sour: "Tsk, these dogs dare to be late."

Her sharp, repressed aura, which was less pronounced here than in Cypher's, immediately stood up and left without delay, quickly heading towards the room prepared as the venue.

Sefer had no choice but to take action - he had accepted the bodyguard job, and either the VIP died or the mission was completed, what else could he do.

After a while, Sefer (the backup body) stood at the window, with the angle chosen just right so that Feldrich and the scenery outside the window intersected and he could not be seen by the densely packed windows.

Even if someone outside wants to snipe from a long distance or rush in through the window, they have to get past Sefer first.

It looked very safe, but some people kept glancing at Sefer from time to time, thinking that it was not a good idea to invite an independent mercenary to sit in as a bodyguard at a meeting of this level.

In response to the man's question, Sefer smiled indifferently.

Although his expression looked a little stiff, he said: "I have never been to school, so I don't understand."

Feldrich then knocked on the table in dissatisfaction: "This is a red crossbow arrow. Open your eyes, you bastards, and figure out the identity."

After hearing this, the people below immediately fell silent, not daring to make a sound. They hurried to check who the 'Red Crossbow Arrow' was. However, they didn't know until they checked... he was a tough guy!
As a fledgling rookie mercenary, he was funded by a small company to own a small mobile base - no one believed this. Although a mobile base was not expensive, it was not something a new mercenary could afford.

As a newcomer with no record of shooting down any enemy units, he used a stolen machine body and tore apart an old combat weapon with his bare hands without any surgery or enhancements.

He personally participated in the defense of the edge node city, using the size of a single mecha to slash dozens of command and combat mechas, directly breaking through the defenses of an area, causing the edge node city to be held. The losses were incalculable - some people were already sweating, thinking it was probably because the air conditioning was turned too high.

Such a killer was actually subdued by Feldrich and came to be her bodyguard... The ability of her boss is unfathomable!
This isn't the end of the story, as this information is a bit outdated. The latest intelligence is that the independent mercenary Red Crossbow single-handedly killed a runaway unit of the Transformation Agency!

They had seen the intelligence about the [worm] that was immeasurable in length and only one piece of it could easily destroy the entire node city.

Moreover, he believed that he would never be able to create such a thing... The technical capabilities required far exceeded the technical reserves possessed by Abian Company.

Yet, such a thing was actually solved by this mercenary using such crazy and excessive weaponry? This absurd feeling made many people secretly smack their lips in amazement, and they dared not do it again.

Seifer leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, and he found it quite interesting to watch the changing expressions of the group of people. In fact, Feldrich was also secretly happy.

How should I put it? I'm going to give these people a warning, make them feel uneasy. Even though I'm not directly demonstrating the force I possess, as long as they believe me, that's all.

"Everyone, focus now. Tell me how many R&D projects have been stopped, which ones have been temporarily postponed, and…"

She quickly began to sort out the current situation. The arrogance and contempt hidden in Feldridge's small body were not as great as she appeared to be.

On the contrary, that contemptuous attitude was shaped by his long-term living environment. He himself has incredible intuition and ability in research and personnel scheduling.

Think about it carefully... if she is really the arrogant little female ghost as imagined, she can coordinate so many mercenaries, come up with so many handles to threaten them, and even run several companies of different sizes as a cover. Can she do all these things?
Cypher stroked his chin and thought for a few seconds, feeling that it should be impossible.

As the saying goes, too much human labor can lead to ineffectiveness. Therefore, Feldrich's view that mercenaries are consumable resources is not wrong.

After all, independent mercenaries themselves think that as long as they can get a good price, there is no problem in fighting to the death!

The meeting went smoothly, so smoothly that Seifer even felt a little bored, because he didn't quite understand the percentage quota of XX node city, or the abbreviation that sounded like a riddle.

Out of boredom, I turned around and looked at the circular field outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and another B&B across the cliff, which was a little further away but had a nice view.

There, one could vaguely see people moving around, and even a party being held. It was very lively, completely different from the lifeless meeting here.

Seifer was a little curious about what these people would eat, drink, or what activities they would prepare for the party. Just as he was thinking about this, the threat scan suddenly issued a warning.

He immediately looked up at the source of the sound, and sure enough, Seifer saw a faintly glowing spot on the extremely long bridge that was pulled by steel cables.

It's not a reflection from the scope, it's just a mark given by the threat scan.

Without saying a word, he immediately rushed towards Feldrich, who seemed to be in high spirits and was scolding some unlucky guy for not doing his job properly.

Being attacked suddenly, before anyone could react, everyone heard a sharp and violent sound of glass breaking.

—but not the French windows of this room.

(End of this chapter)