Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 82 82. Anything that is not actually converted into numbers cannot be considered as income

The moment the sun rises, the heat waves it brings with it create strong winds that cover the sky like the strong winds at night.

It is not suitable to go out when the sky is full of dust, and everyone is waiting for the temperature to rise.

Everyone was nervously discussing tactics in the communication system - it was not impossible to fight during the day, but it was best to fight at night.

There are various uncertainties during the day, and even the combat effectiveness of individual soldiers is too weak. Once the protective clothing is torn by shrapnel or something else, death will follow immediately.

To be honest, it is more dangerous than fighting with light weapons in outer space. After all, clothes can be stuck together with things like static glue in outer space.

Once the cooling cycle in this garment is broken, the insulating effect of the garment next to your body will lose its effectiveness and you will end up like a roasted lamb.

"Hey, are you still online, Red Crossbow?"

Tien sent a private message: "I have good news for you. The command vehicle you captured earlier is actually only two hours away from you."

"you mean……?"

"If you want to get more compensation, you might consider taking this opportunity to go over and receive the prisoners who originally belonged to you, so that the company's people won't release them when their time is up."

It turns out they were released at the appointed time according to the mercenary system. Cypher had thought they had broken free and escaped...

"If I go to the vehicle, the people inside are also currently in custody, so theoretically and practically, I am the owner of the captured vehicle?"

"That's about right. How much money you can earn in the end depends on your own ability. Of course, if you're determined to become a pirate like me, you can even take away everyone!"

Then I can only be a pirate from now on.

As the wind, sand and heat waves eased a little, the external doors of each vehicle body opened immediately. The mercenaries who were still able to move and the remnants of the city defense force went out together, carefully hiding in various bunkers and even behind the vehicles.

However, their eyes were not cast towards the enemies that might be charging in the distance.

Instead, it was a group of equally silver-shining mercenaries coming down from a luxurious-looking mobile base nearby.

He got out of the car and immediately sprinted, sinking deeply into the sand with every step, and then pulled himself out with astonishing momentum, raising awe-inspiring dust.

In just a blink of an eye, the big, silver-shining guy disappeared from everyone's sight.

Someone checked the communication for a long time and suddenly found out that this person was the tough guy who paralyzed an area by himself last night.

His nickname, "Red Crossbow Arrow", had long been remembered by everyone during the night's defensive battle.

But why did this hero run away?
Only Tien knew what he ran off to do - that was clear money, and it would be gone after today!
Cypher paid no attention to the noise in his ears. He sprinted forward, keeping his mechanical body stable. In just a short while, he passed through the front-line battlefield full of debris.

There might be other people taking action in the wind and sand, such as mercenaries lying in ambush ready to fight to the death, or some special independent mercenaries.

Theoretically, it would take two hours to reach the mobile base that was driven towards the city after being captured, but it took only half an hour for Seifer to reach it.

The body of the machine is often very convenient.

Sefer stood next to the car whose hole had been repaired and could withstand the high temperature. As soon as he walked over, the car body immediately opened up with the sound of pressure relief.

Highlight a well-behaved person.

The structure and compactness inside were indeed more restrictive than his own car. Even Sefer felt the passage was cramped when walking alone.

The weapons and storage warehouses were guarded by city defense personnel. When they saw Seifer, they looked at the mercenary curiously.

Legend has it that last night he drove an infiltration machine into the battlefield alone, leading several mobile bases filled with missiles to paralyze these bases!

Wherever he passed, countless missiles landed, bringing comfort to the steel behemoth and calming it.

He said, you can't pass, so the beasts stopped and put down their argument.

——After spreading for a while, this kind of thing might appear.

Cypher explained to them that he was lucky enough to have acquired some advanced missiles, and asked them not to spread rumors. Then he quickly changed the subject and asked what the empty launch pads in the room were for.
The people defending this place enthusiastically told Safe that they also asked the driver of the car, who said that this was a trade secret and that if they wanted to know, they would have to pay.

After all, they are mercenaries, so there is nothing wrong with doing this.

So Seifer turned around and went to the main control room. As soon as he entered, he saw the commander sitting in his seat among the crowd who were also suppressed, looking quite dejected.

"Are you the mercenary?"

The other party used a preemptive strike.

"Yes, at least until the sun sets today, this car belongs to me - so how much ransom do you plan to pay?"

The commander was silent for a moment, then suddenly gave a few awkward laughs. "Ha... ransom? Sorry, we can't afford it."

"Because this commission is bound to fail. If it fails, all losses will be borne by the independent mercenary itself."

"Besides... we're all broke assholes. How can we possibly pay the ransom? If this mission fails completely, everyone on this bus will face only two outcomes."

Cypher nodded, letting him continue.

"Either you go to the enterprise to do surgery and become a crazy driver with no value other than making money, or you die - obviously, we in this car don't even have the choice of dying."

"If you want to tow the car back, that's fine, but once the last batch of clueless mercenaries are eliminated, let the company liquidate the assets after the war tonight. Then all these assets will belong to the company."

The commander shrugged. "This is the relationship between mercenaries and the company. So you can kill us all right here and now."

"Anyway, dying and being done with it might be a lot easier than facing those terrible things."

The commander was quite calm, as if he had already decided to face his fate calmly.

Some of the people in other seats began to sob softly. The atmosphere in the control room was extremely gloomy.

Cypher suddenly knocked on the wall. "I already know the general situation, but in other words, as long as I'm still in this car, it still belongs to me."

"By tonight," the conductor added.

"Then tell me about this vehicle. As a command vehicle, it should have some special functions. For example, what is the launch pad in the warehouse used for?"

This kind of information was dispensable to the commander: "That's a launcher for a special new type of warhead. It was verified yesterday."

He described the effects of the warhead in detail, and Sefer was very interested in its combustion mechanism that could instantly ignite temperatures exceeding six thousand degrees.

You have to know that the melting point of steel is only about 1,500 degrees, and special composite steel has its limit even higher than that - what is the formula of this warhead?

My passion for research suddenly arose.

It’s a pity that only the launch pad is left now, and it’s impossible to get a sample for analysis.

Wait… those boxes pulled out of the car yesterday… maybe they were weapons developed by the same company.

"I've never heard of the company that provided this weapon. What company is it affiliated with?"

The conductor gave a wry smile and was about to speak when the screen in front of him suddenly lit up.

Then, in a tone that sounded very contemptuous, he said, "You bunch of losers! You failed such a simple mission, and you still have the nerve to continue living?"

"Why did you stop the attack during the day? Get out of the cars, grab your firewood sticks, and fight your way in!"

The sound echoed in everyone's ears, especially in Cypher's.

Even if he just lowered his head, he would see a face full of contempt on the screen.

(End of this chapter)