Ark, after I died, the operators began to love me

However, with the occurrence of the deserted village incident, Mike changed his mind again. As an ordinary person, Desiree still has some role to play. She can sense the interference from the outside world earlier than other people in the team.

"What are you looking at me for? I will not stay in the base camp and wait for you to come back."

Ever since the gold medal lawyer learned Mike's true identity, his tone of voice has become much weaker.

After all, there are very few operators who can reprimand the Doctor for doing something wrong in front of him.

Oh, actually there are.

For example, Yaye who always has a stern face, and Rindong, an Ursus high school student who is ignorant of the immensity of the world.

"I don't plan to let you stay in the base camp, but you have to protect yourself. Although we have a lot of people here, we can't guarantee those twisted monsters."

"I know, you're so verbose."

……

From Casimir to Ursus, and then from Ursus to the base camp of the Sami Icefield, there is a large area of ​​unexplored virgin forest in between, which is no less than the Sargon rainforest area in the south.

The expansionist Colombians reached out to the rain forest, only to be severely beaten and forced to run back in disgrace.

Since the south doesn’t work, what about the north?

These guys with money in their hands turned their eyes to the north.

The Sami Icefield is cold and lacks supplies. Compared to the self-sufficient Sargon Rainforest, Kjerag is surrounded by mountains and cannot be entered without the main railway. This permafrost land is very eager for help from the outside world.

No reason.

They had a hard time.

The arrival of the Colombians improved the precarious situation there to a certain extent, but it also brought greater troubles.

Joint Investigative Association.

As the reasons why these foreigners came to the Sami were revealed one by one, they were not coming for the hard-to-mine open-pit minerals, but were setting their sights on the Far North, which many Sami ice field tribes could not face.

Nominally they are doing this for science and development.

In fact, the Explorers' Association also recorded the local environmental geology and population distribution of Sami. In the end, the documents recording most of the information would definitely be placed on the President's desk.

Of course, these are things to follow.

At this time, Mike and others were only two days' drive away from the base camp. They stopped at a transit station to rest. This was one of the few places on the road where they could stop to rest and replenish supplies.

Under normal circumstances, the transit station would have been packed with people, but the snowstorm a few days ago completely submerged the area, making even the road signs illegible. The convoys or other travelers still staying in the transit station had nowhere to go.

When entering the transfer station, Mike arranged for the puppet to go in and check, and soon came to the corresponding conclusion.

Even at the Joint Exploration Society's base camp on the Sami Icefield, things were not peaceful.

Most of the people had left a few days ago. Not long after they left, a second snowstorm hit, covering up their tracks. It was impossible to find them again.

Mike was thinking about the big snowstorm two days ago...

How could such harsh weather be possible at this season, even for Sami?

“We actually experienced that snowstorm as well.”

Xingji's words reminded Mike, and an idea emerged in his mind.

The information that Guiying had found out was not wrong. They did pass through a terrible snowstorm, but it was more than ten days ago.

"Come on, come with me and have a look."

With Zhongyue maintaining order, he is also a top expert and is very sensitive to pollution. He will notify Mike once there is any situation.

The other members of the team are also strong and can be trusted.

If something goes wrong with this combination, Mike might as well end his trip to the North as soon as possible and go back to their respective homes.

The people following Mike now are Andorn and Desther.

"Is the situation serious?"

"No, nothing. I've been on the bus for so long, and now I just want to walk around. I haven't been to Sammy for a long time."

Mike gave a relaxed smile to Desiree who looked worried.

36. How many eyes do you have?

Desiree was speechless: "You didn't lie to me?"

"No."

Mike temporarily ignored the crisis of trust from both people.

He turned to Andorn and asked, "Has Director An ever been to Sammy before?"

Along the way, although Andorn was very dissatisfied with Mike's address, he gradually got used to this guy's rudeness.

"Sammy never shone with the glory of the law."

Look, educated people speak differently.

What this sentence means is that he has never been here, and basically other Sakota have never been to the Far North.

Mike looked at Desiree again, who shook her head and said nothing.

The top lawyer is good at dealing with those tricky and difficult problems, but in this situation, she has no idea where to put her effort.

Due to the incredibly heavy snow before, they were the first group of outsiders to arrive at the transit station. Apart from them, there was only one caravan that had not yet left, and their target was the Joint Investigation Association.

Mike has only one goal, to make friends.

The transfer station was empty, most of the shops were closed, not to mention people walking on the roadside. It seemed like a ghost town.

"I don't like this place," said Desiree.

Mike nodded and said, "Actually, I don't like it either."

Where would a caravan of people who couldn't leave because of the weather stay?

Mike chose the small bar in the transit station without hesitation.

In these places, the bars are not only for drinking, but also for providing entertainment such as haircuts, accommodation, drinking and bragging, and card games.

Don't expect any special services in the current environment.

Mike didn't forget that there were two people following him, and if he had any interest, he would be ruined.

Even though he had died once, Mike still took good care of his feathers.

When I pushed open the door of the bar, a gust of warm air hit me in the face. The noisy noise inside subsided a lot, and almost everyone turned their heads to look at the door.

The person standing at the door was, unsurprisingly, Mike.

He noticed that everyone was looking at him, so he didn't hesitate, pretended not to see anything, and walked straight to the bar.

As if the frozen time had resumed its flow, the dozen or so guests continued with whatever activities they had just been doing.

There were some incomprehensible words engraved on the surface of the old wooden table at the bar. The bartender who was wiping the wine glasses with a towel raised his head and his dim eyes fell on Mike and Desiree.

"I want something to drink."

“I have no needs.”

Dessie felt suffocated. Everything here was different from Casimir. The people sitting around the long table cast strange glances at her from time to time, as if they wanted to find something on them.

Her stomach twisted in knots. If Mike hadn't grabbed her arm, the golden lawyer would have run away.

"This lady is feeling unwell. She needs a hot cup and I need an iced one."

Mike's brief description spurred the bartender into action.

Desiree shook her head slowly and pleaded, "No, I don't need anything."

"Don't worry, everything is under control."

Soon, the bartender pushed over two wooden cups, one containing a local specialty liquor and the other containing steaming water.

Mike picked up the cup and took Dessie to an inconspicuous corner of the bar, but Dessie's feeling of being watched did not diminish at all.

"Don't you try?"

Desiree shook her head.

She looked at the unknown residue swirling in the clear water and thought that this man was the only one she could rely on now.

Mike took a big sip and let out a long breath. "Beer, a little bitter, with the taste of herbs, or the same feeling as before. You really should try it. It's not worse than Casimir's at all."

boom!

There seemed to be a sound of gunfire outside the bar.

Desiree looked around nervously, "What happened?"

"Don't worry, nothing happened."

Everyone in the bar stopped what they were doing and turned to look at the door. Andorn, emitting a terrifying aura, was standing there with a revolver in his hand.

He walked straight to the bar, snatched the bottle from the bartender, looked at it carefully, and sighed, "I am under the Lateran discipline and do not drink."

The bartender seemed to be stuck, and he mechanically repeated his previous actions, but there was nothing in his hands.

What is he doing?

What is this Sakota here for?

The bartender's sluggish consciousness finally began to recover. He blinked his two eyes, then blinked his third eye, and then his fourth eye. What he saw was the gray-haired Sakota man's revolver enlarged in front of him.

boom!

Another shot.

Gunshots rang out throughout the bar, and the bartender, who was shot in the forehead, fell on his back, with different expressions in his four eyes.

Confusion, puzzlement, relief, and regret.

Desiree's body was shaking, and the gold medal lawyer finally realized a problem.

Everything in the bar was not normal, and the shadowed cognition was finally unveiled.

Mike just held the cup and didn't make any movement to drink. Everything she just saw was fake.

Most of the guests had incomplete limbs or strange-shaped hands and feet. Most of them had no faces or had strange organs.

"It looks like that snowstorm isn't just affecting us."

Mike threw the wine glass away casually. He discovered the problem here when he came in. It was not until Andorn came in that he helped Desste break through the false illusion.

Desiree seemed to realize what was going to happen next and silently tightened her grip on the short staff hidden in her sleeve.

It's really exciting to follow the doctor, but it seems a little too exciting.

"Hey, are you ready?"

"what?!"

Desiree looked at him in surprise.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mike supported the long wooden table with both hands, performed a perfect gymnastics move, and kicked away the twisted one who tried to approach. He jumped onto the table, pulled out his crossbow directly, and shot at a guy who was about to launch a sneak attack on Andorn. The powerful crossbow arrow instantly blew up the enemy's head.

The other dozen or so who were twisted all moved and swarmed towards Andon who was near the door.

A round ball emitting a faint glow was suspended in the angel's hand. Facing numerous enemies, he was not nervous at all. He put his five fingers together and crushed the ball of light in his hand. At the same time, a gray spot of light appeared under his feet, covering the distorted people who were rushing over.

Slow down, slow down, reduce hit rate.

The calm and graceful angel stepped back step by step, constantly pulling the trigger of the revolver. Each bullet could kill an enemy. After firing a round, he skillfully loaded the next one.

Behind those twisted people, an illusory black shadow emerged, and a shining dagger pierced into the enemy's back.

No, it's two dark shadows.

A man in a mask, and an elegant lady in a long black dress.

They were dancing to a classical piece of music.

37. Ambiguous Fate

elegant.

There is probably no other adjective to describe it other than elegant.