Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 134 133. Idealists Always Meet Idealists (Part )

In this damn environment, everyone is an expert on how to beg for food in the sand and how to deal with various problems.

The group of people who just ran away must have similar hiding places nearby, but they just kept silent about it.

The challenge for Cypher was how to bring back such a large amount of evidence. Everyone in the desert had figured it out long ago, but the real technical support...

It wasn't Tien. This guy used to just rob and run, leaving neither the car nor the people behind. Later, when he became a patrol officer, he would just wait for someone to come and take the people away when his car broke down.

It was Sanai, who had become practically invisible since the pursuit began. When Seifer was struggling to figure out how to get the car away, she reminded him over the comms that they could use the accident rescue towing mode to carry the car forward.

It just so happened that the engine of this car was still intact and could even provide some power, so that the front car's towing would not consume so much load.

Sefer first moved the valuables in two trips, and then threw the offline equipment to Dr. Mei to let her see what treasures were inside.

After a series of operations, the two cars slowly turned on the blue sand. Safe's car was the front car, and the one behind followed forward, pulled by two metal winches and chains.

There was no way back tonight, so Cypher handed the driving task to Tien, counted the spoils (which were just a little), and went directly to Dr. May's science laboratory.

I just happened to see her pouring a golden viscous liquid into her mouth - as soon as that thing entered her mouth, the originally colorless and transparent substance on Dr. Mei's head immediately turned into a light golden color.

It really is like drinking paint...

"Here? The contents of this thing aren't very valuable, it's just an account book."

Dr. Mei casually pointed at the items on the table. "And it's an internally encrypted accounting model, such as Company A, Company B, or Delta Company."

"With those who may have evidence being eliminated by those fighting among themselves, the only value of this ledger is that it proves that this closing company is not a makeshift one, but that someone sponsored its initial funding."

"And starting spare parts and stuff, that's it."

Dr. Mei crossed her arms in boredom, her short blond hair now the same as before. "So the most valuable thing here is this recorder. Do you want to use it?"

"I do not need."

"Yeah, you're just a piece of iron, much more useful than this electronic garbage."

Dr. Mei quickly lost interest in the matter and suddenly asked, "It's almost daytime. This car will have to stay on the sand all day, right?"

“…That’s what happened.”

"Give me external communication permissions. My new identity should be almost ready. I need to contact that person."

A little slowly, Seifer remembered: "Is it the employer who gave me the task and this car?"

"Yes, with a new identity and account, I can continue the research I left off."

In other words, the most important thing about Dr. Mei is her brain. Apart from that, everything else can be replaced, and her mysterious employer also trusts her very much.

Seifer suddenly asked, "Can I ask what your purpose is in doing this?"

"Knowing too much means you mercenaries will die faster."

"Then I won't ask."

"The purpose is simple. The climate in this desert is extremely abnormal, so we want to see what the world would be like if it became normal."

There was a subtle smile on Dr. Mei's face, which was usually filled with the words "bored" and "very bored".

"But the Desert Reclamation Association looks like a bunch of losers, so I have to work hard on my own. Is that reason enough?" Quite... idealistic. And it seems as if as an 'observer', I've also participated in a similar project in the vision?

Then everyone is idealistic, which is good.

To this answer, Seifer nodded slightly, without answering "yes" or "no" verbally.

Just remind her that dinner will be prepared in the restaurant at dawn, so remember to come and enjoy the fresh food.

The food reheated in the freezer can only be regarded as rations and life support, and there is a big difference between it and freshly made food - to be honest, Seifer's cooking skills are one of the reasons why some people on the bus are determined to stay.

Including the food that he himself thought might be messed up, everyone ate it with gusto, and it felt like a food desert.

As the two cars were returning one after the other, Sefer discussed with Leica what to do with the towed car.

Laika has a lot of experience in this. Just as she can locate this mobile base in the vast desert, how to recycle and reuse it is also within her intelligence range.

"It just so happens that you're heading back to the parking area. There are a lot of mercenaries there, and there's even a handover representative from Abian Company."

"You first dismantle the valuable items in the car, such as advanced electronic equipment, and then hand the entire car over to them for recycling."

Leica seemed to be flipping through a book over there: "If this car body is recycled, all the parts can only be sold as scrap metal. And in the frontier area, scrap metal is the least valuable thing."

"Those 'spare parts' are theoretically worth a lot of money, but I don't recommend selling them. It's better to hand them over to the company."

Cypher sat on his throne, enjoying the softness of the seat. "Because the other mercenaries will hate you?"

"There will be various negative consequences. In short, I suggest you turn it in as stolen property. While you won't get any money, it will improve your rating in the mercenary support system."

As we all know, the mercenary support system will give mercenaries various judgments, which is very intelligent. It even makes Sefer wonder if there is someone hiding behind them, specifically analyzing and judging.

"Finally, the most important thing is its engine unit. You just sent me the image. Hmm... This is the Phantom Mist Group's base engine. Its characteristic is extremely high output, but its disadvantage is its high weight."

If the output outweighs the disadvantages, then it is not a disadvantage but stability.

"The engine used in this car is estimated to be worth over 800,000, Red Crossbow. How about you go and attack two other companies that specialize in doing dirty work?"

Leica's voice was inexplicably filled with anticipation: "This way, your debts can be easily paid off. What's more, you can even save enough money."

"Enough money... to live a life of luxury?" Saifu was puzzled.

"Of course, to make enough money to repair all the messed-up surgeries on your body, or even extend your life if you're rich enough."

Leica replied angrily, "If you keep being a mercenary, you'll eventually die somewhere unknown, and at best become a topic of conversation after drinking."

"I understand. You really have fallen in love with me, haven't you, Leica?"

"…Is there any connection between the two, Red Crossbow?"

The spell to calm her down was indeed effective, and Cypher changed his position.

"Of course. When I make a lot of money, you won't have to be a communicator anymore. You can live comfortably in a node city for the rest of your life, right?"

"It's almost dawn. I'm going to hang up first, Red Crossbow. Contact me if you have anything important. Over."

Tien, who was driving below, laughed loudly, telling Cypher that his skills in picking up girls were really poor.

(End of this chapter)