Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 3 3. The people here might not be very friendly
The location where the pirates parked their car behind the sand dunes was quite clever. Although the two sand dunes blocked their possibility of lateral movement, they also provided some shade, reducing the pressure of heat circulation in the car.

Sefer ran over without stopping, of course not to wait for death under the sun, on the contrary, in order to prevent these pirates from driving their vehicles at night and firing at his vital points, he had to come over now and kill all the pirates.

And... the way to get in is not complicated.

The pirates' fast-moving looting vehicles weren't very large, and after just half a circle following the shadows, Seifer found at least three weak spots in the armor plates, and one track connection point was not strong enough.

With such half-baked skills, you can still rob in the desert. Are you serious pirates?!

Some kind of occupational disease almost broke out. Seifer calmed down for a moment, confirmed that the guys on the radio had no idea anything was approaching, and then figured out how to knock on the door so that he could be politely invited in.

Seifer raised his hand and fired a shot, accurately hitting the welding point near the bottom of the car body and the pipe inside which was flowing the cooling liquid.

Then he stood quietly at the attack port under the vehicle, waiting for the ignorant prey who thought he was a hunter to come.

As planned, the destruction of the car's insulation system made the people inside feel like they were facing a formidable enemy, especially since the boss had unfortunately passed away and they could only temporarily elect someone who could temporarily win the support of the people out of loyalty.

Soon, accompanied by the low sound of an alarm that could only be heard outside, the gate to the desert slowly opened, and two people, who were also wrapped tightly, their aluminum foil-coated clothes looked dim in the shadow of the car body...but it didn't matter.

Seifer had been waiting for a long time. The dust rose up in an instant, and his body, built for battle, immediately moved as he wished. The two pirates were still complaining about the weather the previous second, and the next second, the wind and sand blew past.

The pirate on the outside barely blinked before his companion flew out from his side with a bang like a rag bag, sliding on the scorching gravel for a long time.

Seeing his companion was doomed, the man made a hasty move and swung his knife, but was grabbed by an arm like an iron clamp midway: "Do you like barbecue or hand-shredded steak?"

"Then, what is that?!"

Facing this tall enemy who was obviously coming towards him, the pirate tried to retreat while reaching for a usable weapon. The moment a cold, black weapon was pressed against his helmet, he immediately became obedient.

Then he raised his hands in a sincere and motionless manner: "Mercenary, mercenary, if you have anything to say, please tell me, I will tell you everything I know..."

"How do you know I'm an independent mercenary?"

"Haha, you're joking. Only someone like you can afford such sophisticated weapons... Well, ah, yes, what do you want from us? We'll be happy to help you, even without saying anything else!"

The man's accent sounded a bit strange, like the accent of a translator in a dubbed film... and this outfit, which was barely enough for him to move around in, effectively concealed the fact that Seifer's head was obviously not human.

The pirate was very smart. Even if his companion had just been killed by a kick... or a punch, he would keep silent.

"Okay, take me to see your boss. I have a business to discuss with him."

"okay!"

Not even bothering with repairing the pipeline, the young man immediately and attentively took Cypher back to the airlock door - in his opinion, the independent mercenary did not open fire on him immediately, which meant there was still room for negotiation.

These people who are willing to work for enough money and don't care what kind of work they do may even be able to curry favor with companies. Isn't that more profitable than being pirates?
He cheerfully asked the person inside to open the door. As soon as he turned around, he heard Seifer say, "Barbecue means I throw you into the desert, and hand-shredded steak means I tear you in half."

"a..."

Before the sound could be heard, the powerful punch from the steel body had already hit the pirate's face hard, and the anti-sun helmet and the head under the helmet shattered like a melon.

The uncontrolled body twitched a few times and collapsed to the ground. Fortunately, the pirate did not see the scene where his accomplice was easily killed by the weapons that only "independent mercenaries" could buy the moment he opened the door.

I have to say that the strength of this body is a bit too much. Under close-range analysis and scanning, all the enemies were marked out, and they even kindly reminded him of the thickness of the wall panels, whether they could be destroyed, etc.

Rushing into the maintenance depot like a silver whirlwind, the weapon in Seifer's hand, which should be very reliable, erupted with a sound that attracted people's attention. Every shot took away a head. Along with the final aftermath that gradually dissipated, there was the sound of a pile of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Checking the remaining ammunition, Seifer felt a little doubtful - although he didn't hold grudges overnight, how could he be so calm when he could kill several people with just a few shots?
Is it because he was assimilated into the machine's body?
This thought was utterly dispelled when he heard the muffled roar of a pirate vehicle, at least fifty meters long and four stories high, through the high-performance microphone. Separated by multiple walls and passages, Cypher had no idea what was happening over there—but the radio chatter died down with a shudder, indicating that these pirates were out of luck.

There are "free mercenaries" sneaking in from outside, and unknown enemies attacking from inside. This pirate has been at large for so long, but today he's going to be in trouble.

Stepping over the pirate he had knocked over, Seifer glanced at the weapons and equipment in the maintenance room and was surprised to find that the unlucky guy who brought him in was not lying.

They themselves used some homemade guns and even the weapons equipped on the corpses on the ground were extremely crude. They were all things that could fire, but it was uncertain how many times they could fire.

The analysis module indicates that this should all be classified as 'recycled material'.

There was no time to collect these things. Seifer pushed open the door and walked towards the core control room of the vehicle.

The vehicle design in this world is very interesting. The main control room is not placed directly above or in front of the vehicle, but buried deep above the protected main engine.

This leads to a problem. If any weapon can penetrate the engine, it is very likely that the command center will be destroyed along with it. But if it is not placed like this, no one knows where to put it - the details will be discussed later.

Seifer quickly rushed into the connecting corridor and kicked the partition door in the middle into scrap metal with two kicks... Of course, this was because its quality was poor, and it was definitely not enough for this kick to bend the steel bar.

The loud clang of the car made the pirates, who were already as frightened as rats in a can, feel as if they were facing a great enemy. They had originally planned to use the intricate structure of the car body to move around, but the main road was blocked, and the side roads...

There is an induction detonator on the wall of the path. The roar that Seifer heard just now was caused by an unlucky guy triggering it, and it exploded like an egg in an oven!
Since their real leader and decision-maker passed away last night, the leaderless pirates had to run around in their 'home', trying to find the enemy.

Unfortunately, when Seifer was searching near the main engine room, he ran into several pirates who were panicking. He quickly raised his gun but found that the corridor was so narrow that the gun was not very useful in the narrow terrain, so he immediately changed hands.

The pirates raised their weapons in vain to prepare for defense. The little resistance in their hearts instantly turned into despair when they saw the fiery light blue particle stream gushing out from the front of the strange device in the hands of this silver-shining guy.

"Ah yes! It's an independent servant—quack!"

Before he could finish his words, everyone in front of Sefer was chopped up like leeks - except for one person.

As the particle stream passed by with a humming sound, a pale blue light screen lit up on the opponent's body to block it. The shock waves of the particle stream collided with each other. In the end, only the pirate was intact. The rest of the people, along with the walls on both sides, were cut open.

Warm liquid slowly flowed out of the pipes inside the wall, but this was no problem for the two people who were very close to it.

"…Mercenaries?"

The other party's voice was deep, and the pirate's face looked slightly distorted, like a dislocated picture tube. "It doesn't matter what your target is. It's my job to deal with this car. Mercenary, you're out of luck."

"You can't say that. I've accepted the job, so I have to complete it. How about we just pretend we didn't see each other? You go kill your chickens, and I'll do mine, okay?"

The particle sword in Sefer's hand dissipated after being swung. It still looked a little threatening with its heat, but the opponent was obviously not fooled.

"I'm sorry, mercenary, your luck is not very good, but it's okay, I'm quick."

The other party suddenly pulled out a pistol from under his clothes, which made Sefer's eyes light up - it was well-made, and different from the things classified as garbage. An expert could tell the quality of it with just one look!
Before his opponent drew his gun, Seifer had already withdrawn. However, he still underestimated the power of these sophisticated weapons. The roar of the "pistol" made him feel as if he was hit hard on the arm by a hammer, but that was the only benefit.

Hiding in the main engine room and closing the door, Seifer jumped up without hesitation. Several holes appeared on the thin wall panel, all made by that thing.

Why do I feel like the whole world is against me? If I had just said that I was not a mercenary, would I have avoided being beaten?
With this thought in mind, Seifer hung himself on the main engine rack with one hand. The enemy quickly moved after firing a magazine and hid behind the wall to replace ammunition.

He took out a new magazine with swift movements and replaced it with the old one. Suddenly, the metal wall panel used as a shelter shattered like a piece of paper!
Before he could even put up his defense, the unidentified enemy was grabbed by the neck by a pair of iron-like arms. Before he could utter a word, there was a crisp "click" and his consciousness was cut off.

...isn't it a bit too weak?
Seifer, who had crashed through two walls and had only his combat uniform torn, walked two steps with the corpse in his hand, covered in unknown cooling liquid, feeling a little confused.

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