Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 57 57. Sometimes you subconsciously choose the more difficult one, right?
After going through what was like an 'onboarding process' for Lin Shenxue, she received a work card with her bare-headed photo on it, with her name and occupation written in detail.

'Senior mechanic' Lin Shenxue currently works in the engine room.

It looked so ordinary that Lin Shenxue was very curious. Did he plan to pay himself a salary if he had a work badge?
"No, this is a demonic contract. Once you sign it, you'll be bound to my flying Dutchman... the Henan Man."

"From now on, you will only be able to spend your miserable life in endless work and responsibilities, unable to live or die. If you regret it now, maybe I will be kind and let you off..."

Lin Shenxue narrowed her eyes suspiciously, then wrote: "Is this car called the Flying Henan?"

"How is that possible... I haven't decided what to call her yet. What do you think of Raven, or Cuckoo, or Jackdaw?"

"It doesn't matter if you call it Doomsday Train, you're the conductor."

Lin Shenxue shook her head indifferently, took her work badge and tablet and slowly left the hall... Well, the next step is to test whether this "resurrection array" is really useful.

——Oh, there’s one more thing to do.

Seifer leisurely left the car and happened to take Dr. Mei's car to the lower level to build the vision to go to the city. Then he ran to find the craftsman he had seen before.

After I put forward my request, the other party looked surprised: "Isn't a beautiful woman enough?"

"If you don't want to take the order, I'll go buy it next door."

"Yes, of course."

The boss readily accepted Sefer's order - yes, considering the various problems that had arisen, Sefer planned to customize another leather suit that was male in every way.

The third backup body is about to be refreshed, so if I show up myself, it will become more diverse, and I can also customize the settings of each backup body.

It can even confuse mercenaries and enemies, making them unable to figure out how many owners the car has, greatly increasing its deceptiveness.

After sorting out the details, Seifer casually strolled to the gate of the independent mercenary support system, and saw a group of mercenaries cursing at a car that was fleeing in panic.

Blending into this group of mercenaries quite naturally, Seifer asked casually what happened.

Perhaps because his number one backup, a female with excellent appearance, the mercenaries gloated and replied, "A lobbyist for the Abian Company."

"None of us would accept any orders from the mercenary system, and they actually think it's because we don't have enough money. How ridiculous!"

Seifer rested his arm on one hand and stroked his chin. "So why didn't you take it? Besides the money, aren't the conditions offered by this company good enough?"

"Oh, they want to occupy the vision for several months, and even ask for taxes later. Can you tolerate it?"

That is truly intolerable. Given the checks and balances and cooperation among the three companies, does the executor who offered such a price have some unspeakable problems in his mind?

With all the thoughts in his mind, when he came to his mouth, Seifer just said lightly: "Indeed."

They have already started recruiting mercenaries...which means that the city may not be safe by then.

Not to mention how much military force the other side will send, it is estimated that they will cooperate internally and externally, launching attacks from outside while causing sabotage inside the city, and directly attacking the headquarters of the city management.

So, between the task of defending inside the city and the task of going outside to meet the frontal troops, anyone would know which one to choose, right?
After happily making the decision and happily telling it to Tien over the comms, she let out a "Huh?!" and then quietly asked where Cypher was.

"Me? I'm currently in the square of the vision. This vision is probably almost complete. Speaking of which, I'm more used to this one than the one below. I don't think it's as strong as the one below... probably."

"Then you just wait!"

The call ended, and Cypher looked back at the slowly gathering light on the massive portal. For the first time, he became curious about Dr. Mei's research. If the goal was to alter the desert climate, then what was the point of studying the anomalies... extracting substances from them, searching for tools capable of completing the climate change?
Just as I was pondering this, Tien's voice rushed into the communication: "I'm coming!"

Looking in the direction of the communication, Tien was still dressed as if he was ready for battle at any time, but he was riding a huge motorcycle like the Fenrir Type VI, rushing towards him with unstoppable momentum.

And judging from her posture, she was planning to kill herself.

Sever silently moved a few steps to the side and looked at her calmly.

There was no engine roar from the motorcycle, only the hum of the power drive. The powerful and heavy machine suddenly turned sideways before reaching its destination, leaving two long ruts on the ground in a classic braking gesture.

She pulled off her helmet and let her messy hair flow down. "You actually want to stay in the city like a follicle!"

"Can't I cherish my life?"

"That won't work. Besides, staying in the city is much more dangerous than being outside."

Cypher crossed his arms and asked her to elaborate. Tien grinned and said, "You've driven something that only a lunatic could drive. Haven't you figured it out yet?"

"On an open battlefield, those kinds of man-machine collaborative weapons can only be used as surprise attacks. If there's even a little bit of firepower to take care of them, they'll just be a bunch of targets that will be turned into pieces."

She waved her hand, pointing towards the city. "And in the city, all the buildings and even the fortifications will become shields for those things. Their swift maneuvers can turn even fixed artillery emplacements into targets."

"So, do you understand? If we let a few of those things in, the city's defenses would be in tatters... So, to be on the safe side, form a defensive perimeter with us."

"In other words, you are prepared for the city to be penetrated?"

Tien shrugged. "Who knows? Anyway, the higher-ups have hired some awesome mercenaries. If the head office pays more attention, they might even send in some crazy people from the company... Hey, why think so much? The anomaly has started, let's go have some fun."

The portal of the strange vision condensed and, amid the low roar of the entire device, turned into a layer of light Gaussian blurred mirror, as if welcoming everyone to enter.

The mercenaries gathered around the square started their equipment and filed in. At Tien's urging, Sefer had to put aside his complicated thoughts for the time being.

The vision is right in front of us. No matter what we bring out, we can sell it at a good price in the market, or even keep it for ourselves.

The previous fire control chip is an example - that was a special project that a research team gave to themselves for free, which can be said to be a one-person phenomenon.

So Seifer got on Tien's motorcycle directly. "If we go in together, the chances of forming a team will be higher... To be honest, even in the vision, the pressure for me to shoot you is still too much."

"Haha, then you better sit tight. The vision might throw us into a place where we can only fight with bare hands, and only those who survive can get the reward."

Tien said something a little scary, twisted the handle of the motorcycle, swung it, and headed straight into the vision.

The vision before his eyes suddenly became distorted and blurry. But this feeling disappeared in just a moment. When the vision and UI came online at the same time, Tien's voice reached his ears.

"This is not good. It's not good in every way."

The body is restrained in the metal cockpit. There is no body in sight, but a bipedal human-machine interactive combat unit with complete equipment and performance.

In the signal, Tien was sitting beside him in what could only be described as a 'medium tank'. She wasn't the only one there; there were many more signals in the nearby rocky area, shrouded in snow and ice.

Is it good to have so many armored units? Of course it is.

The premise is that the dense red lights in front of the blocking line under the gloomy sky do not form a river.

(End of this chapter)