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

If you missed that national event due to age issues, now is the best time.

The Sarkaz girl hated this kind of guidance that mainly relied on money.

Because these people are not professional at all, some are even stupid, and they are blindly confident that they can get the wealth they deserve by entering the ice field.

If that were true, there shouldn't be such a long death list since the founding of the United Exploration Society.

They came to the ice field simply to die.

39. Melander Foundation

"Miss Typhon, do you have any other questions?"

Typhon, who was thinking about those outsiders, suddenly came to her senses when she heard the teller's words. She was distracted just now, and said apologetically: "Sorry, I have a lot of things to do recently."

"I understand. Everyone is busy."

The girl thought to herself, as for those explorers who were determined to die on the ice field, just let them go. Most of them were as stubborn as donkeys and could not be persuaded.

"I should get out of here."

Unconsciously, Typhon fell into deep thought again, and uttered something inexplicable. The teller opposite him might not have heard it clearly, so he quickly asked, "Miss Typhon, what did you just say?"

"I said……"

Typhon woke up with a start for the second time, and quickly swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth. He smiled and said, "Sorry, just treat it as nonsense."

"It's okay, thank you for your hard work." The teller's attitude was as kind as ever.

For some reason, when Typhon looked at the other person's face, he felt that the other person's facial expression was a little blurry, and that eye was a little too bright.

Does the earth really have such bright eyes?

She subconsciously tightened her grip on the huge bow she carried with her, but the next second her subconscious told her that she had to leave here.

"Thank you for your help, no problem, see you later."

Typhon stood up and left. When he reached the door of the office, he seemed to feel several eyes focused on him.

This kind of thing has happened before, and she is no longer surprised.

After all, she is a Sarkaz, and her weapon is indeed special.

After leaving the office at the base, Typhon walked aimlessly on the street, thinking about a certain question in her mind, but when she thought about it carefully, she couldn't figure out what she was thinking about.

For no reason, she looked up and saw herself standing at the entrance of the base camp.

"I want to go out and don't want to stay here?"

The Sarkaz girl has been through a lot, and her subconscious mind seems to tell her to stay away from the headquarters of the Joint Investigation Association.

What is there in the wilderness?

Or is there something wrong with this camp?

The girl got no answer.

Every time at this time, Typhon would choose to follow his heart.

Elki said that her combat awareness was very strong. For people like them who have been on the brink of life and death, their subconscious will always come up with the best ideas.

Since she has said again and again that she wants to leave here, then let's leave now.

The girl clenched the huge bow again, and did not even have time to pack her luggage in the hotel. She only carried enough dry food for two or three days. She quickly found her snowmobile and left in a hurry.

There were no snowmobiles on the original Sami Icefield. When Colombians came to this icefield and actively developed its tourism value, they brought this convenient vehicle to the Sami people.

I have to say, this thing is much faster than legs. Even a sled pulled by animals is far less efficient than it.

The only problem is that in icy and snowy conditions, fuel costs are extremely high and are unaffordable for ordinary people.

In the blink of an eye, Typhon had driven more than a hundred meters. When she slowly stopped and looked back at the base camp, her heart was covered with a layer of haze that was difficult to dispel.

Her intuition would not be wrong. Something must have gone wrong at the base camp, even threatening her life.

Damn it, even her cognition was distorted!

In the past few months, the Sami Icefield has been very unstable. No one can tell what is going on, and even if they pray to the gods, they cannot get an effective answer.

Mom, what should I do?

……

Sami transit station.

Mike sat in a chair and looked at the table of Desiree and Xingji's statistics.

The number of survivors still remaining in the transit station was as high as 156, of whom more than 30 had almost no combat capability, including the elderly, untrained children and women.

These people can no longer be relied upon.

"Mr. Mike, we have made a new discovery."

Andorn walked in from outside.

The angel looked dusty and dusty. He was still supporting his exhausted body after going through several battles. It can only be said that these Laterans should never be underestimated.

They have faith, iron will, and strong character.

Mike just put down the form in his hand, looked up and asked, "What's wrong? Is there any breakthrough?"

"We found a guy who claimed to be the administrator of the transfer station."

"The administrator didn't run away?"

Mike suddenly became interested.

"Yes, but I don't know why. When we found him, he was hiding in his closet. Do you want to see him now?"

"Of course, right now. By the way, please call Desiree for me. We need to have a cordial meeting."

Soon, in a room cleared out of the bar, Mike waited for his guest.

The administrator of the transfer station was a middle-aged man with gray hair, fine crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, and a pale face. He looked around, afraid that another monster would jump out from somewhere.

Mike could understand. After all, the war was not over yet. The transit station was riddled with holes after the attack. There was no telling when those monsters would come back and take everyone's lives.

"Relax sir, you are safe now, even if only temporarily."

Mike picked up a bottle of brandy on the table, poured a glass for the administrator, and then poured another for himself.

"Thank you, thank you."

The frightened administrator picked up the wine glass and took a sip. He didn't know whether everything he saw was real, but if a glass of wine could help him relieve his tension, he would be willing to accept it even if it was fake.

At least he could numb his nerves before dying and not think about the unbearable suffering. For him personally, this was a disaster.

Mike watched the administrator drink the brandy in the glass, then he just picked up the glass, touched it to his lips and put it down.

"Let me introduce myself, Mr. Administrator. My name is Mike, Mike Ann, and I'm a PhD from Columbia. If you want to know my identity, I can only tell you that the Melander Foundation is behind me."

This idea was thought of by Quetzalcoatl. After some debate between Holhaiya and others, Mike finally decided to borrow the name of the Melander Foundation.

This decision made Quetzalcoatl raise its tail with pride.

“Are you Colombian?”

After drinking a glass of wine and numbing his nerves, the administrator's mood recovered a little. He looked up at the man in front of him. It might not be a bad thing for a Colombian to talk to him like this.

40. Mike Seizes Power

"Are you surprised? There are many Colombians in Sami. You don't need to be surprised or nervous. The Melander Foundation is a non-governmental organization, but we will provide corresponding support when necessary, such as now."

Mike and his team took control of the transit station, and with the help of Frost Star, they poured an ice wall over three meters high around the transit station. This consumed too much energy for White Rabbit, but for the safety of everyone, she fought desperately.

When Mike learned the news, he decided to go to Yelena in person to comfort her after everything was arranged. As the captain, he had to be considerate and meet all the requirements of the team members.

Except selling her beauty. He didn't accept this.

The administrator lowered his brows and wanted to say that the timing of your Colombian appearance was a coincidence, but he couldn't say it. After all, even his life was saved by the other party, and these people didn't seem like robbers wandering in the wilderness.

Mike only took a glance and knew what the administrator was talking about. He thought to himself that the robbers near Sami's base might have all become puppets contaminated by evil spirits. Not to mention being robbed, even if they left their belongings outside, no one would come to take them.

People don't need these things. Monsters that turn into puppets are not even human.

"Thank you so much, without you, I would have..."

"Mr. Administrator," Mike interrupted the other party, "there is no need to say polite words now. We have more important things to do now."

As he was talking, Desiree came in from outside with a stack of white paper with some words written on it, and handed it to the man.

Mike looked down at the content, and said without raising his head: "Mr. Administrator, you understand that our Melander Foundation does not have the power to take over everything at the transfer station for the time being, so now we have to hand it over to you for command. You still have more than a hundred people to use. Have you figured out what to do?"

"No, we can't do that."

The administrator showed a look of horror. If these people left, according to him, they might not even see the sunrise tomorrow.

The other party must have said this in order to ask for a big profit from the lion next time. Even though he is a Sami, in order to survive, in order to be able to return to the village to see his beautiful wife and lovely children, even if the other party made some unreasonable demands, he could only accept it.

"Mr. Mike from the Meilande Foundation, why do you have to use these words to tease me? You and your team have already taken control of the transfer station. If you leave now, there will only be more than a hundred bodies left here, if we can still leave any bodies."

The administrator said this and sorted out his thoughts: "If you have any request, just raise it. I will do what I can. I just hope you don't ask me to sell out the interests of Sami's country, which would put me in an irretrievable situation."

You are very aware of the current affairs.

Mike looked at the fearful middle-aged man in front of him with some satisfaction.

He said so much just to wait for the other party to bring it up.

Desiree, who was standing nearby, secretly gestured to him, indicating that everything was ready, and Mike continued to speak.

"Well, Mr. Administrator, I am a Colombian citizen and a peace lover. I am not one of those barbarians who only care about conquest and fighting. Since you have asked me, I think I should do my best to help you. Look at this, you should know what to do."

Mike handed over a stack of papers in his hand. This was a draft written by Desiree while he was talking to the administrator. It was stamped with the seal of the Melander Foundation.

Of course, Mike did not make any excessive demands. After all, all the members of his team hated evil and were hostile to evil. Even if there were some who were as ruthless as the emperor, they all held justice in their hearts, not to mention the presence of the Grand Master.

Would the Grand Master allow him to bully men and women?

The contract that the administrator is seeing now actually does not contain much content. It just means that the Melander Foundation will temporarily take over the management of the transfer station, and the relationship between him and the administrator will become that of a superior and a subordinate.

An administrator without any soldiers under his command will naturally become an obedient puppet. Otherwise, many accidents will happen on the Sami Ice Field, and it would not be too surprising if a few people died.

Among them, the administrator must show them the supplies stored in the transit station, which is related to the life and death of everyone and whether they can hold on until Sami's support arrives.

When Mike wrote down this payment, he felt very conflicted. He thought that he might not have any chance in the short term.

To verify this, after signing the agreement, he and Zhongyue will temporarily leave the transit station and go to other transit stations parallel to the base camp to check the situation. The distance from here is not far, more than 20 kilometers, and a day is enough for a round trip.

Desiree played a huge role in writing these terms. As a lawyer, she was well versed in all kinds of clause traps, but at Mike's request, she also wrote an agreement with broad responsibilities and few traps.

As for the seal of the Melander Foundation, this one comes from the Quetzalcoatl.

Holhaiya was very happy to use the organization behind her to help Mike, and even took the initiative to provide the seal. She herself was an agent of the Melander Foundation and had the power of judgment in certain areas, but she did not expect it to be used on Sami.

The administrator quickly read through all the terms and conditions, then read them again carefully, and said with emotion: "Mr. Mike, I really don't understand your thinking. You clearly have the opportunity..."

"I'm sorry, I've said before, I'm not interested in that, and what I'm going to do, just the wealth in your hands, is of no help at all. If you think it's okay, just sign it. I'm busy, really."

"Of course, as you wish."

The administrator picked up the pen without hesitation and wrote his name at the end of the agreement. Finally, he felt that it was not strong enough, so he found ink and pressed his fingerprint.

Well, from now on, he and the warriors of the Melander Foundation will share weal and woe.

Mike put away the agreement and handed it to Desiree, then said, "Mr. Administrator, you can talk to my team members about the next matter. They will tell you what to do. I have to do another thing that concerns our life and death."

"Okay, please do as you please. I wish you success."

Mike got up and left the bar. He had no doubt about the administrator's next action. They saved this guy's life and the threats outside were exaggerated. If there was an internal conflict in the transfer station again, everyone would die.

When Mike arrived at the backyard, he saw Zhongyue adjusting the performance of two snowmobiles.

41. Cyclops Elki

"how is the situation?"

"Yes, I found some fuel. It's enough for us to go back and forth. To be honest, we have to speed up and try to get back before nightfall."

"I thought so too. Let's hurry up."

Mike got on the snowmobile and sped away with Zhongyue, taking advantage of the snow that had not yet been cleared from the ground.