Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 59 59. Some people are born with the power to disgust others

Having made the decision to at least establish a relationship or get signatures from these theoretically neutral and friendly forces, Cypher set off.

What I realized later was that Dr. Mei had been in the car without moving.

She was so caught up in what she was doing that she didn't send the message until she felt the car start moving.

But she didn't care and just sent a message to the researcher, then went to the bathtub in the bathroom, which had to be unlocked to enter.

While the people in the city were busy with defense work and Sefer took some time to go out of the city, the radio waves in the desert did not stop.

In the convoy that had arrived at the designated assembly point in advance, the commander in charge of this operation was observing the electronic sand table, thinking about how to minimize the losses in surrounding the city.

The company must have prepared a large number of defense units. After possessing the vision for so long, it may have some secret weapons.

If some powerful weapon suddenly mutated into one of those strange weapons...

Although there is no such information in the intelligence at present, we cannot take it lightly!
I have been in this business for so many years. Attacking a city requires a slow and steady approach. Being impatient for quick success will only lead to total failure!

Using literary words from the vision to describe himself, the commander was about to order to continue on standby today when a communication came in.

"Why don't you guys take action?"

A rather arrogant, even defiant female voice reached his eyes. As the commander impatiently changed his posture, the communication light came on the console screen.

In the video message that appeared on the screen, a little brat with an expression that clearly looked down on others... or a girl who wasn't that little at all, appeared.

Her short, straight, highlighted black hair swayed with her movements. She was obviously not very tall and even a little flat. Even the small vest could not define her upper body shape, making it difficult to attract attention.

She has a pretty face, but her expression, as if she looks down on the commander in front of her from the bottom of her heart, can make people who see her for the first time give her a bad impression.

Those impatient purple eyes stared intently at the commander. The commander was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "This operation is too reckless. If we're not prepared..."

"Ahh, this is so troublesome. Is it because you don't have enough money? Or are the resources I allocated to you not enough?"

She was interrupted before she could finish. The girl in the picture put one hand on her waist and waved it away a little unhappily, as if she didn't like having to wear a close-fitting protective suit under her refreshing clothes with wide sleeves.

The commander quickly shook his head: "No, it's not about money..."

"Not enough men? Impossible! I've sent you the best of our squad. Are you planning to desert? I hope you won't have such irrational thoughts."

"Of course I know this."

Her originally unhappy expression immediately improved. "Not bad, not bad. Being a dog requires this kind of self-awareness. Forget it. I think you must feel that the current assets are not enough to complete the occupation."

"In order to give these domestic and wild dogs of yours a boost, I'm going to add another infiltration team. These are all mad dogs carefully produced by the company, do you understand?"

"This matter must be done perfectly. The company desperately needs this city that can continuously produce supplies. If you fail, what will become of you, the guys in your team, and your entire family that's in debt..."

The commander nodded quickly: "I understand, I understand. Miss Feldridge, we will definitely help you capture this city..."

"You're not helping me. You're helping an ambitious new company seize valuable resource points. Do you understand?"

“I understand, I understand…”

With all his lifelines in the hands of the enemy, the commander had no choice but to bow his head and humbly thank the other party for their help, and even thank her from the bottom of his heart for her selfless deployment of additional troops.

"That's good to know. If you mess up, you know the consequences. Also, don't call me by my full name in front of others. Didn't your family teach you that?"

The commander could not say anything back and could only endure the scolding in silence.

Fortunately, the investor was very busy, and after giving him a lecture, he said, "We'll attack tomorrow at the latest," and ended the call. The commander crushed the metal water cup in his hand the second the screen went dark.

The other people in the communication sequence were also silent, not daring to speak at this time.

After all, being ridiculed like this, if he vented his anger...

After working as a mercenary for so many years, being called a "wild dog" on the left and a "trash" on the right, the commander, as an adult, used the skill called patience.

His mood temporarily calmed, and he said calmly: "Don't worry about our president's attitude. The support she provides is very sufficient...if the idiots in the other team don't destroy our resources."

A few days ago, another mercenary working with him was overconfident and attacked a convoy of vehicles transporting supplies from the city - for some reason there were so many of them.

They successfully intercepted it, and then exploded together with the city patrol and mercenary crews.

They even lost two units, so they now have to rely on themselves to fill that line... As for those crew members who escaped? If they were lucky, they would probably be on the operating table now.

If you're unlucky, it would have turned into charcoal on the sand.

This is the lack of information exchange between different commissioned contractors. I believe there will be surprises in the future.

This guy, who deliberately did not go through the company's dedicated line but set up a new company and recruited a large number of mercenaries, was determined to obtain this node city.

"But this guy is planning to rely on us mercenaries to solve the problem?!"

"That's a serious big company. They own a large base that we can never afford in our lifetime!"

His men panicked, but the commander remained calm. "No, there's a chance of winning. But the odds aren't on our side... And be careful what you say. Our communication channels were provided by that woman. Who knows if she's eavesdropping?"

"No way... He's the CEO of a company."

Having said that, everyone still kept their mouths shut tacitly, continued to lurk in the clear dark night, and prepared to launch an attack before the final deadline.

And while this was being plotted, what was Sefer doing?

Unlike a car with only a front end, the mobile base with a length of almost 100 meters is not so easy to drive. With the idea of practicing his driving skills, Seifer tried to drive - but his skills were very poor.

Well, driving this thing is different from driving a car. It feels very slow. But in fact, it is just slow because it is relatively long and wide.

The engine's impressive power allows it to run as fast as a car on the sand, though it's not as nimble...

But it's not right to say that it's driven like a boat, because after all, it's driving on sand and solid ground, and movements like turning are quite flexible.

Troubled, he decided to look for the independent mercenary 'Dust' while consulting Leica on how to drive the car correctly.

But I received an unfamiliar message on the communication: "Independent Mercenary, I have a big order for you."

Sefer clicked on the message in confusion and found that the mission had a guaranteed reward of 50,000. The mission only required one thing, which was that he must not go to the edge node city within three days.

Spending so generously... Is he planning to trick all the independent mercenaries out of the city? Or does the enemy hiding in the shadows really have some plan?
Seifer stroked his chin and suddenly contacted the person who issued the order: "I am the independent mercenary Red Crossbow. I am somewhat interested in your mission, but not much. Do you have other missions? The ones with higher value?"

The contact's voice sounded like an operator: "Is this reward alone insufficient to satisfy your appetite? Unfortunately, this is the only value an unknown mercenary like you has."

Sefer hung up the phone, sent the message to Tien who was still busy in the city, and left it alone.

Anyway, let’s first find the mobile base that the legendary mercenaries brought here!

(End of this chapter)