Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 433 432. A good hand of cards was torn into pieces, right? (Part )

The last mercenary obstacle has also disappeared, and because of the additional shot, he should be lying on the ground now, and theoretically it would be difficult for him to stand up again.

Human life is so fragile that many times people pass away suddenly without even having the chance to leave a last word.

It’s not like the entertainment companies don’t have other backup plans – they may have a large number of armed units prepared on the ground to receive any potential talent resources.

Or maybe he would squeeze out all the value from Miss Nana, perform a live auction, and then sell the goods to some big shot. In short, he was fully prepared.

However, all these preparations became cumbersome due to the turmoil that broke out in multiple places and various evidences being sent to the real bigwigs of other companies.

Especially that weird bastard who was supposed to just follow the plan, but he actually got into trouble with the company and messed up a lot of things.

To the point that I had to start the plan that I had originally planned to put off for the end, that is, after making money.

——Then, as expected, the plan went wrong. Most of the senior officials who had moved to the vision in advance were all slaughtered by the mechanical monsters in a premeditated manner.

The remaining guys have already started to prepare to pack up their luggage. Now there may be only one leader and a bunch of loyal elements who are fighting desperately, trying to recover some losses and make a comeback.

These have little to do with Cypher for the time being, because what they want to capture is a 'bastard from the edge of the desert' rather than the independent mercenary Red Crossbow, right?
These were clearly two completely different people. One was a mercenary who was paid to do something, and the other was a marginalized individual with a shallow background...

Cypher rushed to the management center, and the guys who were desperately trying to complete the transportation there immediately dispersed, intending to delay the last time.

"Red crossbow, don't worry about the console. It can be controlled remotely. Just prevent anyone from getting close. These people..."

Before Leica could finish her words, the siege cannon hung on Cypher's shoulder, which had been loaded and even switched to high-explosive bomb mode, had already opened fire.

To be honest, the structure of this thing hanging on Cypher's shoulder has been adjusted, greatly simplifying things like the gun mount... but it's still huge.

If it weren't for the very stable tracked feet, Cypher's body would have flipped over the moment he opened fire... It doesn't matter, because after firing, he almost said "bombing the world".

Everything in front of them instantly caught fire, and all the shelters became meaningless and worthless. Some of the tough guys were vaporized without a sound, and the rest could only let out a scream.

The enemies vanished in an instant. Without hesitation, Seifer stood in the area already engulfed in flames and contacted Feldrich: "I've captured the control zone. What should we do next?"

"From now on, you won't have to do anything... Mercenary, I didn't expect you to be able to deal with the guy blocking your way so quickly."

So you have other backup plans...

Time was slipping away minute by minute. When the countdown entered the last minute, red lights suddenly lit up in all the facilities in the entire management area, and the lighting in the entire area also turned bright red.

The moment a giant structure of this magnitude begins to move in full swing, it seems as if the world is collapsing, but in this slow and resolute movement, one can feel a force.

Countless structures began to adjust and lock. The clashing of metal and the roar of perfectly connected parts was a soothing sight.

The defenders below were retreating quickly, carrying the wounded with them. At the same time, Seifer received a communication requiring him to leave the hub area of the fixed device immediately within three minutes.

This place will be immediately sealed off, and all living creatures will be exterminated. It will be locked down for more than thirty days to ensure that no unplanned creatures approach the area.

Cypher immediately turned his tracks around and sprinted towards the exit.

Even though the machine was somewhat damaged, and even the power pack was underpowered, escape was a sure thing. Everyone rushed towards the gate, and in the end, they all escaped. Behind them, the heavy gate, capable of withstanding the firepower of a mobile stronghold, slowly closed, with a clanging sound that shook everyone.

After the lock was complete, Seifer mimed a sigh. "...Look at it from a bright side. At least we all came back with our arms and legs intact, and we didn't leave any souvenirs behind."

"But Red Crossbow, your left arm is broken, and only your shoulder is movable."

Don't tell the truth, Laika.

Things went exceptionally smoothly afterwards.

The plan to send the entire node city into the lava lake was thwarted, and even the lava lake itself was being filled with rapid condensation agent. At this moment, the last "hostage" of the entertainment company was also completely rescued.

As these problems were solved one by one, the top leaders of the entertainment company were naturally anxious and angry, but there was nothing they could do - what could they do? The investors had been locked in, and they could not take care of themselves.

Only he and some loyal elements are left. At this point, they can only endure and retreat temporarily, and then make a comeback after accumulating enough resources.

The man who had been retreating in all directions with this idea in mind suddenly received a communication.

After the call was connected, Feldrich's voice came in: "Thanks to you, you bastard, for giving me a knife. Now I understand that some people are garbage even if they sit in this position."

"How does it feel to be trash? Your past glory has been trampled underfoot, your perfect plans and performances have been shattered, and even the so-called artistic beauty has disappeared."

"Welcome to the ranks of garbage. From now on, I will mobilize Abian's resources to show you what it means to be unable to move forward."

The man's face turned even darker than before, almost ashen. "How did you find this passageway... And do you think you can trap the person from the vision?"

"Would you like to give it a try? He's a big shot who controls a company, but in the end, he got beaten to a pulp even though I was too lazy to take action and only sent mercenaries. How hilarious."

"How dare you call me funny?!"

"What else?" Feldridge paused, his laughter filled with contempt. "You're just a clown entertaining yourself. You're still a clown now, and you'll always be one. I hope you don't suddenly commit suicide, or you'll become a dead clown."

Without waiting for the call to be disconnected, the man threw the communicator in his hand away.

After it hit the ground and bounced a few times, the fragmented sound slowly subsided. The man gritted his teeth and left the room without hesitation, doing the only thing he could do at the moment.

The company can't solve the problem, the big company can't defeat it, and the small company can only alert the enemy if it fights. So at least make some preparations and kill the mercenary who brought shame to himself, right?

He is just a mercenary, and even his identity is a newly registered guy. This mercenary must not be kept before he moves to another place to accumulate resources again.

Determined and not expecting that a mercenary could achieve so many results single-handedly, the man walked into the darkness and began to make final preparations to leave the area.

Meanwhile, Cypher, driving his charred machine, rolled its tracks like a towering tank, even as the battle around him continued...

You have to help people finish off the mess, right? And if you come across a lone unit, defeating it and merely disabling it is another bonus.

If you can eat one more bite, you will never waste it. This is because of Sefer's innate character of cherishing food.

(End of this chapter)