Longmen Memoirs

"Where do I go to find them?"

"It has their address on it. I suggest you go to Crow first, your vice-captain. She may know more."

"Thank you." Chen Mo put away the document.

Siman smiled.

"Mutual benefits, good luck to you, Snake."

Chapter 39 Sargon's Strange Team: Crow

Chen Mo stopped under an inconspicuous private house. Looking up, he could see the rusty steel shed on the low roof of the private house, the uneven earth walls, and the narrow passage. The environment did not look very good.

It is worth mentioning that due to the long-term presence of mercenaries and the international influence of Victoria and Colombia, the residents of the Vaifan Union, one of the export destinations of the two cultural powers, know a little foreign language to some extent. This is a unique place for people to live in. The familiar Chen Mo provided a lot of convenience.

"This is it, sir." The half-grown child looked up at Chen Mo hopefully.

Chen Mo looked calm but took out a medium-denomination Colombian banknote from his bag.

The boy happily took the banknotes, grinning on his gray face.

"Thank you, sir. If you want to find someone next time, you can come to me. My name is Allen. There is no place in this city that I don't know."

He thanked Chen Mo in a language that he had only heard when Razer was panicking. Then he remembered that Chen Mo couldn't understand what he meant, so he switched to Colombian to promote his words.

"Yeah." Chen Mo responded lightly.

This is one of the businesses most familiar to most boys in the city.

Chen Mo watched the boy leave expressionlessly. Perhaps it was the indifference on Chen Mo's face that made the boy leave in a hurry without saying any more unnecessary words.

The boy was brought here by Chen Mo on his own initiative after he left the station. For this reason, he spent one of his few savings on this journey of only 15 minutes. As a mercenary, it was not much, but considering Chen Mo's The degree of poverty is actually not that small.

He sighed and walked into the house with somewhat light steps, not expecting his vice-captain to be kind enough to reimburse the expenses.

The time is four o'clock in the afternoon.

The rooms are arranged in rows, surrounded by an atrium of tens of square meters in the middle, with an arched corridor. It looks like an apartment, but it is actually just a private rental house. It is suitable for those who intend to live for a long time but have limited financial resources or work. Special groups of people.

At least there is no unpleasant smell, except that it seems a bit messy and small.

The staff at the front desk just looked up lazily at Chen Mo who appeared at the door, then lowered his head to look at the magazine in his hand. He seemed to be not interested in Chen Mo as an outsider. He was probably used to it and had no intention of talking to him. , unless Chen Mo didn't know what to do and walked over.

Chen Mo could probably imagine why his vice-captain would live in such a place. If he were him, he would probably choose a similar place as a hiding place, but he didn't understand why Crow refused to live in the Black Steel Station and chose to live outside.

This rarely happens in the headquarters that gradually advocates efficiency and discipline, but this is Sargon, and the regulations of the headquarters cannot control the mercenaries dispatched, unless the headquarters is not sensible.

Chen Mo became slightly interested in the vice-captain he had never met before.

He remembered the list information given by Siman.

[Codename: Crow

Gender: Female

Race: Rooper

Specialization: reconnaissance, combat, driving, Originium skills, intelligence analysis.

He has extensive experience in mobile escort, tactical assault, tactical planning, intelligence analysis, and battlefield rescue.He once served in a commando team, but was later transferred due to special reasons and independently applied for assignment. 】

The information in his mind flashed away. Chen Mo walked up to the second floor and stood at the door of the room labeled Room 202. He raised his hand and knocked on the door with peeling white paint.

After a while, the door was opened halfway.

The woman standing at the door is not tall and has a cold appearance. She wears a gray vest, overalls and sand-colored military boots. She has an exposed belt and long hair tied into a ponytail. On top of her head is a pair of pointed ears that mark her ethnicity, with some white fluff on the ear shells.

In the shadow of the door, the dark blue hair is as black as ink.

She raised her head and looked at Chen Mo with her amber pupils. There was a meter of distance between them, and her lower body was hidden behind the door.

"Strange face, what's the matter?"

"crow?"

Comparing it with the photo on the file in my memory not long ago, the familiar Colombian language made those eyes shrink slightly.

"It's me." She replied calmly, showing little emotion.

"I'm coming from the Black Steel Station."

"On what basis?"

Chen Mo raised his hands to signal.

"The basis is that I haven't taken action yet."

She was silent for two seconds and raised her eyebrows.

"Your tone is serious, please come in."

The door was opened, and Chen Mo's eyes moved down, landing on a silver dagger she was holding in her hand hidden behind the door. The knife was sixty centimeters long, with a straight spine and a single blade, and a black handle, suitable for narrow spaces. Melee combat in the area.

Her voice echoed.

"The place isn't big. Just find a place to sit by yourself. If you have anything to say, sit down and talk about it later." She said, then turned around and said, "By the way, close the door."

Chen Mo walked into the room.

The door was closed by him.

The room is not big and not messy, about thirty square meters. In addition to a neat bed leaning against the window, the afternoon sun is still dazzling. The thin white curtains are half-opened. A small round table and two chairs are placed in front of the bed. , there is an open book, a kettle, and half a glass of water on the table. Next to the book is a pack of women's cigarettes and another silver short knife in a leather sheath. The simple wardrobe is half open, and there are only a few pitiful things inside. two or three pieces of clothing.

Next to the door is the bathroom, but the bathroom door is closed.

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Chen Mo looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the woman sitting in front of the table with a short knife on the table.

She also focused her gaze on Chen Mo and pointed to the chair opposite.

"It's nothing. Don't mind if the reception is not good." She said.

"It's ok."

Chen Mo came over and sat down.

"So, you are the new captain?" She crossed her legs, rubbed her neck, looked at Chen Mo and asked, seemingly not surprised by Chen Mo's identity.

"Yes."

"What's your name?"

"snake."

"You look very young."

"You don't look big either."

"Oh, thanks." She was stunned for a moment, and seemed to have a better impression of Chen Mo. The ponytail made her look neat and capable, but her eyes were a little cold. She put down her hand and put it on her knees.

A strand of dark blue hair hangs down, and the curvature in front of the black vest is moderate, so that the light-colored straps of the underwear can be seen, which attracts attention.

"You can find it here, which means you have got the team's roster. Tell us what you think."

"Before I came, the commander of the station gave me a brief explanation of the current situation. They needed an elite team that was good at special operations, but he was not very optimistic about the team sent by Black Steel. Of course, it seems now You don’t seem to be optimistic about it either.”

Chen Mo said it bluntly. Judging from the first glance and her attitude when he entered the door, this woman didn't seem to care much about him as the captain or their team.

"Frankly speaking, I don't care." Crow shook his head indifferently: "The headquarters' order is for us to form a team, and you will be the captain. As a team member, I have no right to refuse."

"But a group of players who don't know each other, a team with no tacit understanding, and several operators who are even suspicious of each other." Chen Mo looked at the crow opposite him with his black eyes, and slowly added: "I don't think we are Under such circumstances, it is not incomprehensible how effective this newly formed team can be, and even at critical moments, it is not incomprehensible to abandon others and escape, especially after Siman told me where Sargon is."

A remote black steel station, a group of mercenaries with bitter hatreds, a mission that may be full of dangers, and a group of strangers who even have some criminal records.

The level of trust is basically zero, and the level of understanding is limited to paper. It is really difficult for people to have the confidence to entrust their lives in the hands of the other party with just a black steel operator and an appointment document.

As for cultivating a tacit understanding, that is for newcomers, and it is not something that can be solved overnight. And this is Sargon, not the Black Steel headquarters, and they are not a headquarters task force that can leave after just one vote, but regular Resident officer.

"It seems that you have something else to say, but I don't deny what you are saying now." Crow replied calmly, looking at the silver dagger in front of him: "You are right, I might really be able to do such a thing. Definitely, I don’t trust you, nor the people in this team, and of course, you don’t trust me either.”

"It's a bit far to talk about trust when we meet."

"Then let's talk about something close." Crow picked up the dagger and said: "Black Steel's team appointment can be revoked. As long as you, as the captain, and the team members file an appeal at the same time, the appointment can be revoked."

"Then, as a liaison and support operator, form a temporary team with others." Chen Mo asked.

"Although there are risks, at least it's safer this way." Crow replied indifferently, rubbing the blade of the short knife with his fingers: "Honestly, I didn't come to Sargon to increase the task completion rate, develop upwards and earn commissions. , so there’s no harm in pursuing safety for me.”

"I saw in your information that you applied independently. If it's not for qualifications and money, then what is it for?"

"Whatever it is for is my business, not yours."

"Your resume and experience are rich, and it is reasonable to say that it is of great value. However, when you applied here, the headquarters did not reject it, and you left the Black Steel Station to live in such a place by yourself. But you said it was not for money or qualifications, so it's always There has to be a legitimate reason why you chose to leave."

The fingers rubbing the short knife stopped. The woman in front of him looked at Chen Mo with a hint of indifference in her eyes, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

"You might as well take a guess."

"Because... Originium Disease."

As soon as Chen Mo finished speaking, a silver dagger was placed on his neck, causing him to pause briefly in the second half of his sentence. Luper in front of him looked down at him from behind, his amber eyes filled with emotion. It's cold.

"Looks like I guessed right."

The sharp short blade was placed on his neck, the blade glowing with cold light. Chen Mo did not make any move, as if he was turning a blind eye to the weapon that could kill him.

After a few seconds, the short knife slowly moved away.

"Are you calm?" Crow asked. "Why?"

"It's just as you think." Chen Mo said: "Unless they perform certain special high-infection risk tasks, Black Steel's infected operators generally have to follow the orders of non-infected operators. Although Colombia has The attitude has softened to a certain extent, but it is still strict, unless it is a chaotic place, such as a backward and remote area like Sargon, which just... meets the conditions you want."

"Now that you know..."

"In this case, instead of operating with non-infected operators and bearing the risk of exposure and possible criticism and hidden dangers, wouldn't it be more conducive to your future actions to be in the same team as me, the infected captain?" Chen Mo suddenly asked, he He raised his head and looked at the crow standing beside him, his eyes calmly fell on the black tail behind his back and then moved away: "The non-infected members may have a certain degree of resistance to you because of your identity, but As an infected person, I have no reason to do this. Besides, even if I need to face it, as the captain, I should be at the front, right?"

"Is this the condition you proposed?"

The cold amber pupils moved downward slightly.

"I think this is why the headquarters appointed me as captain." Chen Mo said.

Extract the remaining value from experienced infection operators.

The silver dagger slowly put away, and Crow slowly walked over to Chen Mo and sat down again.

"You know I won't do anything to you. The most likely thing is to let you go." She asked.

"You also know that after I know your identity as an infected person, I may naturally give up letting you join my team because of this identity. You may even be ready to admit your identity as an infected person."

"I don't want to die without knowing it." The corners of her mouth raised slightly, and she handed the dagger to her left hand: "Even as an infected person who has a short life span."

"Me too."

"What can I gain by joining your team? What you just said is not enough."

"It depends on what you want?" Chen Mo asked.

"Cure my disease?" Crow asked tentatively.

"The price may be a bit high." Chen Mo shook his head: "If I could cure you, you would probably only see my face in Colombian newspapers now."

"Hmph... Come to think of it." Crow chuckled, and the tip of the short knife touched the ground and slowly turned.

"But I can give it a try." Chen Mo said.

The rotating blade stopped, and the crow stared at Chen Mo's face.

"...This joke is not funny."

"The joke you made is not funny either." Chen Mo said helplessly.

What do you get?What do you think I can give you? Don’t expect too much.

Crow paused, looked at Chen Mo carefully, and smiled.

"Interesting guy, let's get to know him again." She extended her right hand: "Crow, good at reconnaissance and tactical intelligence."

"Snake, responsible for tactical assault and threat elimination."

The two hands held each other briefly and separated.

The silver dagger was put back into the scabbard on the table.