Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

This behavior made the eldest brother quite disgusted at first. He thought that he was a penguin and should not be afraid of the cold. But when he felt the cold wind like needles piercing his bones at night, he obediently took the clothes handed to him by the dwarf next to him... In this place, any so-called dignity, respect and habits must give way to survival.

Of course, ordinary penguins are not afraid of this temperature. The big boss is so cold mainly because he is from Madagascar, which is a place in Africa, so they are considered tropical penguins (there are many settings in this regard. In Madagascar, they are from the tropics, and in their own movie they are from Antarctica or the Arctic, but they are only about 20 centimeters tall, so they are considered African penguins).

The special salt pit terrain makes the surrounding area full of soft sand and inverted salt crystals like icicles. It is difficult to preserve heat in this salt and sand desert. What's more, the surrounding terrain may change at any time. When you wake up in the morning, you may find that the terrain next to you has turned into a glacier during movement.

The cold wind in the middle of the night brought the surrounding temperature down to around zero degrees. At this temperature, even the tricky insects returned to their nests to keep warm.

It is not easy to find such a camping place on the dangerous planet Hawks. Not only does it have to be flat, but more importantly, it has to be safe to make sure that no blind bugs will wander over all night. After all, they don't have much ammunition left, the communicator has been broken for a long time, there will be no support, and every bullet they fire is one less. Moreover, this place is more than 10,000 meters underground, and walking to the surface is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

The boss used his robotic arm to stuff a small piece of compressed dry food into his beak. The lack of teeth made chewing this dry and hard emergency food a torture. It was as if all the saliva in his mouth was sucked away by this small piece of dry food. He swallowed it with difficulty and tried to find the filtered water system they had built with great difficulty near the temporary camp.

This is already an emergency. The compressed dry food that the dwarves purchased at a high price out of their own pockets before the mission has become precious food. You know, in normal missions, the dwarves also carry sandwiches with a short shelf life.

He dragged his exhausted body, and a crude mechanical webbed paw replaced his missing leg. After only three days in this area, he received a cruel gift that he had never received in the previous three years: those bloodthirsty insects bit off one of his fins, and when he was trying to be tough, another insect bit off one of his webbed feet... In unbearable pain, he accepted emergency treatment from the engineers in red clothes and received two mechanical limbs.

It was estimated that it would be difficult for him to leave alive. Every step he took here seemed to be to struggle a little longer. He seemed like a walking corpse, and every step he took was for the illusory hope in the distance...

The eldest brother groped his way to the place where the filter was placed before. His legs and feet were not good now. If he kicked the filter over, everyone, whether dwarves or penguins, would die of thirst in this place. He crawled while reaching forward with his hands. As the other dwarves said, the salt pit did not have the luminous plants that grew in other areas. Therefore, every flare was a resource that needed to be saved. At this moment, more than 10,000 meters underground, the only light was the emergency light that woke him up.

All other batteries and lamps were saved as important lighting resources. After all, collecting some underground plants in the salt pit is as difficult as climbing to heaven. The fact that there is no grass growing here is the best interpretation of this place.

The boss groped for a long time and finally found a familiar wall with a groove. He just had to follow the groove and then strike a posture to get the drinking water in the filter. The boss supported the water tank of the filter. After a night of filtering, there was now about half a tank of water in the filter, about five liters. This water needed to be provided to three penguins and three dwarfs. Although the filtration was completed, there was still a faint bitter taste in the water that could not be filtered out. The water retained a certain amount of salt to prevent electrolyte imbalance and cramps in the drinker.

The boss suppressed his urge to vomit and drank a mouthful of filtered water. He used to have the habit of making coffee with fish in the morning, but now he just wanted to taste a bite of herring, even if it was the deadly herring from canned herring...

After drinking a small glass of water, the boss returned to the original route and returned to the camp. When the whole team came down, there were four dwarves and four penguins. Now the rookie was teleported away by Koloski with a special device. The dwarf in blue clothes who always flew around with a grappling gun died in battle, and his death was very tragic.

His personal shield was like a piece of paper in front of the insect swarm. When he tried to leave using the grappling hook, he was firmly stuck by the silk threads of the silkworm. The acid spewed out by the giant silkworm called the royal silkworm corroded his beautiful beard and armor... When it was time to clean up the battlefield later, the only things that this unlucky scout could use were his weapons and the supplies and ammunition on his back. The dwarves, who had no extra hands, naturally distributed the weapons to the boss.

The boss checked the rifle left by the scout. According to the dwarf, this gun is an M1000 semi-automatic rifle, which is accurate and reliable, and makes a ding sound every time the bullet is replaced. It is particularly suitable for shooting acid-spitting beetles that are fragile but can spit acid from the ceiling and silk-spitting beetles that spit silk webs.

It is now his time to be on duty. The red-clothed engineer in the team is still sleeping soundly. Yesterday he had to perform not one operation, but three. If it were not for the effective painkillers, last night would have been a completely sleepless night.

Fortunately, luck was on the boss's side. When the watch that served as an alarm rang, the boss still did not hear the "shaha" roar that came unconsciously from Diao Chong's throat when he moved. There was silence all around, and the watch rang twice before being turned off by the green-clothed gunman.

The gunman sat up from the sand and squeezed out of his sleeping bag like a caterpillar. Although his eyes were still closed, his hands moved quickly. While putting the watch on his strong arm, he methodically packed up his sleeping bag and put himself into his armor.

"Thank you, Iron-Armed Bird." The gunner put on his armor and activated his personal shield. The emergency light on the armor lit up, illuminating his way to find the filter.

"We are all trying to survive..." The boss used his gun to prop himself up. The scout's M1000 was just enough for a dwarf about meters tall, but a bit too long for the boss who was about meter tall. He used the gun as a crutch and pointed the muzzle upward to prevent sand from getting stuck. "They haven't woken up yet. If you have time, tell me about the habits of those tricky bugs."

"Huh, a rookie?" The gunner poured out the sand in his boots and began to put them on himself. "I don't know what went wrong with the management. Not only did they get the difficulty wrong, but they also stuffed a rookie in here..."

"Difficulty? What difficulty?" The boss knew nothing about it.

"To put it simply, the entire Hawks planet is divided into several ecological zones and five levels of difficulty. The salt pit we are in is one of these ecological zones. The abundant salt here promotes the growth of a type of louse larvae, so there are a lot of louse larvae here... Do you remember those white balls of bugs you saw?"

The eldest brother recalled and nodded. Those balls of louse larvae were not difficult to deal with. Bullets and grenades could easily smash them into pieces. But once they got close to them, even the strong dwarves would be knocked to the ground like a bowling ball.

"Fortunately, there are not many adult ground lice. When they grow up, they will wrap themselves into a ball, exposing their evolved black shells to the outside, protecting their soft abdomens inside. The black shells can withstand the attacks of bullets, and when they hit a person, they will crush the person like an iron ball..." The gunman took a sip of water, and the bitter water made his whole face squeezed into a ball.

"And when they stop, they will spit green acid around, which makes them very troublesome... The managers especially like to come up with some weird names, which are not as good as those given by us miners ourselves. The young ones are called white rollers, and the adults are called black rollers or iron rollers." The gunman coughed lightly and continued to popularize the basic concepts to the boss.

"The higher the difficulty level, the harder it is. The highest is level five. The management said that the difficulty here is level two, so they sent a team of us down to explore the mines. It turns out that the difficulty here is at least level four. These tricky insects are impossible to kill." The gunman wiped his face, and felt it was not clean enough, so he rubbed sand on his face again. This made his beard full of sand. This simple sand bath made his face less dirty.

"Just remember four types of bugs." The gunman pointed at his armored arm and projected a six-legged spider-like insect. This insect had no eyes and was only about fifty centimeters long. It relied entirely on hearing and smell to track its targets. Its mouth, which was used to bite its targets, protruded like an orangutan's mouth, but was covered with sharp teeth protruding from the cracks.

"This is the most common bug. We call it the warrior bug. It has a thin layer of armor all over its body, but it's not difficult to deal with. One bullet can even penetrate three of them. It's pure cannon fodder." The gunner looked down on the warrior bug. "Its two close relatives are more difficult to deal with. One is the guard bug, and the other is the blade bug."

The gunman released two more pictures of the bugs. These two types of bugs are about the same size as the warrior bugs. Compared with ordinary bugs, the guard bugs have rough dark backs and two broad forelimbs. When the forelimbs are closed like a shield, they can block some bullets. The blade bugs have two sharp, hairy forelimbs like sickles, and their striped painted bodies make them quite conspicuous among the bug swarms.

"It goes without saying that the Guards Bugs are guys that can block bullets. Although they are not that strong, they can help other warrior Bugs behind them to block bullets. The Blade Bugs have powerful offensive capabilities and can cut dwarves and pierce armor. No matter how strong a dwarf is, he will inevitably stagger after being hit by a Blade Bug. Stay away from them as much as possible." The gunman had obviously suffered from the Blade Bugs, and the scar on his face was the best evidence.

Chapter 342: Early Morning Talk on Hawkes Star

The boss absorbed this knowledge like a sponge. For a newcomer like him, the knowledge of the old miners was the key to his survival. Who knew if fate would play tricks on him and let the old miner die before him? If he didn't accept emergency training now, would he wait until all the miners died before exploring in the dark?

The gunner stood up his own machine gun and fiddled with its cylinder. The three barrels of the machine gun rotated with a rattling sound. The gunner sighed with a look of reminiscing about the past. He touched the scar on his face and recalled the past. In addition to mining, he also had to face a large number of insect swarms. Sometimes mining and exploration took more than a week. As a result, when camping, some dwarf companions would be dragged away by insects without anyone noticing...

Even in the safety of the space drilling platform, such experiences would make this gunner wake up in the middle of the night countless times and reach for the automatic pistol under his pillow... He recalled his first teammate, the scout responsible for mining and flares was an interesting guy who played the guitar well when he could drink well. As a result, when he landed at high speed with a grappling gun, he broke his leg in the insect swarm... The only thing left of him were a few fingers...

On average, in order to produce an old gold-level miner like him, at least ten dwarves are buried on Hawks. The gunman shook his head sadly and took out a faded brass cigarette case from the gap in his armor. Hawks lacks everything except minerals. It is not difficult to ask the logistics department to make some small gadgets with the collected metal materials. He took out a cigar from it, put it to his nose and smelled it, then put it back hesitantly.

This kind of cigar does not require the head to be cut off when smoking. Instead, it has a simple disposable structure that can be self-ignited by twisting it. The gunman originally wanted to smoke one, but in this situation every possible fire source is a precious material. Their flares are running out, and the same goes for glow sticks. Maybe someday they will need to make their own torches, and then they will need this thing to light the fire.

"Anything else?" The boss interrupted the gunman who was lost in thought. Now was not the time to think, as the temperature around him had slowly risen. By the time those tricky insects adapted, they would come out in groups to hunt again.

The gunman realized that he was chatting with someone, so he carefully stuffed the cigar into the cigarette box and put the cigarette box close to his body so that he could take it out and smell the tobacco at any time. The management's control over tobacco was very strict, even to the point of being harsh.

One kilogram of naturally deposited gold can only be exchanged for 3 credit points, while a glass of cheap light wine like "Oil-Head Craft Beer" requires 35 credit points, "Leaf Lover" for hangovers requires 25 credit points, and "Alien Shooter" made with cheap energy drinks and alcohol requires 85 credit points. If you don't get enough credit points for completing the task, the tokens obtained by digging gold alone are not enough, not to mention that weapon upgrades and improvements require tokens and materials dug by yourself, and most special wines even require you to find the fruits for brewing yourself... I can only say that bullets are free.

The cigar in the gunman's hand cost 500 credit points. If he was not a gold-level gunman, he probably couldn't even afford this thing. These five cigars plus a box of cigarettes cost him 2600 credit points, and some special materials he dug himself.

The gunman woke up the watch which was in standby mode and projected a huge bug again. The difference from the last time was that this time the gunman also thoughtfully added a dwarf next to it for comparison. It was not difficult to see from the comparison that this large bug was not the previous gadget, but was like a small chariot. When it was in a prone position, it was about 1.8 meters high, about three meters long and two meters wide. When it stood up, it was like an unstoppable dump truck.

The gunner introduced: "This is the Royal Guard Bug, a stronger bug, and also the elite enemy we encounter most often."

The front half of the body of the Royal Guard Bug is covered with dense armor, and the back half of its "butt" is exposed. The green light bulb like the butt of a firefly is exposed as if it is courting a mate. This is where the Royal Guard Bug's defense is weakest, but the armor on the front half of its body protects its weakness. It is not easy to knock down the Royal Guard Bug from the front. You either have to use a large number of bullets to destroy its armor, or you have to attack its relatively vulnerable mouth.

Generally speaking, if the dwarf has enough ammunition, he will choose the former. Otherwise, he will change to a feint to the east and attack in the west. The two dwarves will stand separately to ensure that the angle between the dwarf-the guard bug-the dwarf is greater than forty-five degrees. In this way, no matter which dwarf the guard bug charges at, the other dwarf can hit its exposed weakness.

After the death of the Royal Guard Bug, a large area of ​​flammable acidic poison gas will be produced. It has no effect on the bugs, but it poses a great threat to the dwarves. However, once this green poison gas visible to the naked eye is ignited, it will produce a violent explosion. This is both a deadly danger and an opportunity to clear the insect tide.

The Royal Guard Bug has another evolved form, called the Tyrant Bug. The difference between it and the Royal Guard Bug is that the Tyrant Bug has more exaggerated frontal armor, and more extended indestructible heavy armor on the sides and top of the head to protect the tail. The previous angle tactics will not work, unless you go around to the back of it, it is difficult to cause effective damage to its weak point retracted in the shell.

"We don't have much ammunition, so we must be mobile when facing these bugs, otherwise we won't be able to deal with a few more guard bugs." The gunner patted his minigun and said, "This thing can easily kill a large number of soldier bugs, but if we encounter several guard bugs, we will be in trouble."

While they were talking, the driller who had gone to bed early the night before also got up, his eyes bloodshot from sleepiness. Since there was no scout to help on the night shift, he had slept for only four hours. He was so sleepy that he didn't even take off his armor. He just slept on the sand covered with warm clothes. The advantage of this was that if any special problem arose, he could immediately join the battle, using the flamethrower he carried to burn the surroundings into a sea of ​​fire, providing his own people with the opportunity to put on armor.

The driller yawned and hung the portable drill on the back of his armor. This drill is not only an expert at clearing the way for quick escape, but also can serve as a close combat weapon. However, it is also a big fuel consumer. The driller with limited fuel has to save fuel for the flamethrower and the drill as much as possible. If he encounters a small-scale insurgency today, he probably can only use his "Subah" semi-automatic pistol to barely help suppress the firepower.

"Isn't the project started yet?" The driller yawned. He groped his way to the filter with the help of the light on his armor. After taking a sip of bitter water, his face wrinkled.

"You know that he worked as a doctor yesterday. I can only say that fortunately he brought enough prosthetic limbs. One of them is missing limbs, one is blind, and one has a fractured skull... I don't mean to offend you. I just want to say hello to the management." The gunman wiped his gun while the Zerg had not yet fully recovered from the cold, in case the weapon in his hand suddenly jammed at the critical moment.

The boss naturally knew what the gunman meant. He was the first one to undergo surgery by the engineer yesterday. One of his fins and one of his webbed feet were replaced with a mechanical hand. Now he can pull the trigger. The second person to undergo surgery was the penguin Koloski, the tall analyst and think tank. One of his eyes was splashed with acid. He had to use a green "devil's eye" to replace the blindness in one eye.

The last one is the penguin Rico. Rico also suffered some minor injuries, but the injury was in the skull. Although it was only a fractured skull, Rico still remained unable to speak as before, and walked as lively as a madman. He did not look as miserable as the Boss and Koloski, so his surgery was placed last. The engineer used a personal shield to isolate a small sterile area and installed a reinforced steel plate to replace the broken skull.

Fortunately, these medical supplies are all for battlefield first aid, so they can be used right after they are installed. There is no need to worry about the recovery of wounds. After all, breaking a limb while mining is considered a minor injury. If you need to lie down for ten days or half a month after emergency treatment, then everyone else has finished their work before you recover from your injuries?

Or do others wait until you are fully recovered before starting the work? Therefore, these prosthetic limbs can be used on the same day after being installed, and the pain is eliminated. It just takes a little time to get used to the mechanical arms and legs. The first one to have the operation can now move.

"Luckily I replaced the overclocking cores of both weapons before I left... otherwise I would have been in a lot of pain," the gunman muttered. The gun-cleaning cloth and gun oil in his hand irritated his skin, but since his hands were almost entirely covered with a dense protective layer formed by calluses, it didn't hurt as much as the first time he cleaned the gun.

The overclocked core used in the minigun in his hand is "Lead Bullet Storm". The large-caliber bullets can easily tear apart any creature with more than two legs. Even the dense shell of the Royal Guard Insect cannot withstand such firepower for too long, but the price is that you must stand still. The minigun in the Lead Bullet Storm state has a huge recoil, and you need to stand completely still to withstand the violent recoil. Any shift in the center of gravity will cause you to fall.

"What kind of core do you use for your pistol?" asked the driller. There was nothing to clean about his gun. The only thing he could do was to load bullets into the magazine of Subah's small pistol.

"Micro darts reduce damage while increasing the amount of bullets carried, and also reduce a certain amount of bullet dispersion. However, because the bullet is too light, it tends to drift when hitting distant objects." The gunman took care of his machine gun and began to clean his pistol. He unloaded the magazine of the automatic pistol, took a look at the densely packed bullets, shook his head and said, "There are 54 bullets in a magazine. The bullets can be pressed through..."

The driller smiled and said, "Few of the weapons used by drillers need to be loaded with bullets anyway... Didn't they say that the guys in the engineering department made a new gun not long ago? It doesn't sound like a self-defense pistol, but more like a microwave oven brand... Do you think they can come to rescue us?"

The driller was obviously scared. He was trying to find a topic to talk about, but he couldn't hide his inner fear.

"I don't know if they can come..." The gunman blew a breath into the pistol and continued to load the bullets: "But I know that if you keep thinking like this, you will definitely not live to see them come..."

Those who were awake looked at each other in silence and sighed.

Chapter 343: Flowers bloom at both ends, each showing its own beauty

"So what is our identity this time?" Fang Qingyun leaned on the porthole and asked the Destiny Codex: "Why do I feel like we are a group of stowaways?"

The Destiny Codex emerged from thin air. He first gathered all his strength to compress his body as much as possible, and then used the recoil force of the compression to hit Fang Qingyun on the head: [This time, the official arrangement for you is not big, but not small either. It is just that the management does not take it seriously, but the people below worship you as a logistics father.]

"Okay, now I don't have to worry about being mistaken for a stowaway..." Fang Qingyun shrugged. The movement behind him made him look back. He saw girls lying on the ground in various postures, covering their heads. They looked like they had just gotten rid of the aftereffects of time travel. Among so many people, Yulis, who was traveling through time for the first time, seemed to have the most serious aftereffects. She got up from the ground and tried to walk towards Fang Qingyun, but she couldn't keep her balance as if she was drunk, and fell into Ju'er's arms, bounced by Ju'er's natural gas cushion.

"Now I know why you are so disgusted with time travel." Ximi leaned on Juer's shoulder. Ever since she had a body, the convenient characteristics she had as a soul were gone. Now Ximi has to go through doors and cannot go through walls... In short, Ximi now feels that her stomach, which she has not paid attention to for hundreds of years, seems to be twitching, which makes her feel weak all over.

Although Kikuchiyo was a little shaky, she still gritted her teeth and climbed up. Seeing her like that, Fang Qingyun quickly helped her to the boxes stacked next to her. Kikuchiyo, who had lost all her strength, did not dare to swing. Now she felt like a balloon that had been pricked with a needle. She began to collapse when she was placed next to her.

Not to mention the rookie, it was originally a mascot, and it was lucky that it didn't vomit when encountering such a thing. Now it looks like a black and white ball, but it has turned into a puddle.

"You are better than me," Fang Qingyun said with a smile. While groping around the boxes of logistical supplies, he told everyone about his embarrassing past. It wasn't a particularly shameful black history, so if he didn't tell it, would he be buried with it?

"When I first traveled through the first world, I had never seen blood or corpses before. I thought I had to overcome the mentality of killing people, but in the end, I found that the first thing I had to overcome was the nausea from traveling through time... Hey, it's so embarrassing."

Fang Qingyun used his fingers to pry open the box of logistical supplies. The main body of the box was cast from engineering plastic and was covered with anti-slip grooves. It seemed that it could only be opened with a specific recognition device on the front. Fang Qingyun didn't care and poked two fingers straight in like steel bars and tore it open easily.

"What's in here?" Seeing Fang Qingyun raised his eyebrows with interest, Ximi suppressed the discomfort in his stomach, forced himself to get up from the ground, and walked in front of Fang Qingyun. Then he saw a pile of... fruits neatly placed in the grooves?

"What are these strange-shaped things?" Ximi had obviously never seen fruits of these shapes before. They were covered with rough skin, but the fluorescent blue flesh inside was visible at the top; the light pink fruits looked like regular octahedrons, and the surface looked as smooth as jelly; the shells were like purple pine cones, but under the fruit caps were purple fruits like grapes... All of this filled Ximi with interest.

"These are the fruits for the dwarves' wine-making." Fang Qingyun closed the box. It would be quite impolite to open the boxes now. If he took them away again, these dwarves were not fools. Every shipment of logistical supplies was recorded in the accounts. It would be as clear to them when a box of these supplies was missing as the lice on a bald head.

Fang Qingyun followed the same method and opened another box. This box was filled with various bullets. In Fang Qingyun's opinion, these bullets were of relatively small caliber, probably similar to the 5.56 in his previous life, but thin and long. The tops of the bullets were painted with special paint to represent different ammunition. Fang Qingyun saw tracer and armor-piercing versions, and even yellow skull bullets that were highly toxic to insects.

In addition, Fang Qingyun also found grenade boxes for various professions, ranging from sticky, incendiary, and cluster grenades for gunners to interference, freezing, and pheromone grenades for scouts. It can be said that this small spaceship is simply a treasure trove. The technological content displayed in these weapons and ammunition alone, if fully understood, can take the overall development level of Hell to a higher level.

Seeing Ximi starting to turn the fruit over and seeing Katerin next to him performing a mechanical scan on a grenade, Fang Qingyun was about to stop the two people's actions, but was quickly overwhelmed by a question in his mind: Deep Rock Galaxy is a game, and all the content in the game takes place on the space rig and inside Hawks Planet. There are only beds for four people on the space rig, and the remaining service personnel are replaced by a floating robot named Bosco.

But in the real world, it is obviously impossible for four people to handle everything on a space drilling platform. On the one hand, there are nearly ten special landforms on Hawks, and different landforms have different mineral distributions and special plant ecology. Some places will even affect the distribution of Hawks's insects. Regardless of the size of so many landforms, if something happens at the same time, you can't expect four people to split up and work, right?

Moreover, the area controlled by a space station like the space drill on a planet is limited. It is not a satellite that transmits information. Only three of them are needed to control the entire planet. So, it stands to reason that such space stations should be densely distributed in the outer orbit of the entire planet.

"It looks like we're about to dock..." said Kikuchiyo who was standing at the porthole observing. Simi and Catherine who had just been busy learning from the master quickly put their things back in their respective places and acted as if nothing had happened. This was obviously impossible to hide, after all, Fang Qingyun had used a rather violent method when opening the box, and the entire box was forcefully opened, and it was impossible to restore it to its original state.

"So later you guys can tell me what's wrong with these things, and we'll pretend to be a surprise inspection." Fang Qingyun thought of an excuse to open the boxes to fool the other party. Then he saw Ximi cast a magic spell, and the boxes were completely connected back as if time had gone backwards. The torn parts were connected together again, and they could not be seen at all when thrown among the intact boxes.

This made Fang Qingyun cover his head. Only then did he realize that he had fallen into a fixed mindset. Ordinary methods could not recover, but special spells could make it foolproof.

"What did you say?" Ximi didn't know whether he really didn't hear clearly or wanted to hear Fang Qingyun say it again. This perfect question made Fang Qingyun cover his head... Well, he was just thinking about how to explain the problem of the torn box, and after being asked back by Ximi, he could only be speechless.

"We're about to dock." Fang Qingyun snapped his fingers to break free from the atmosphere just now, and asked everyone to move with a plan in mind: "Ximi and Ju'er, restore these boxes to their original state, Kikuchiyo follow me, Katerin hide the rookie... That's it, everyone take your positions."

Soon, when the aerodynamic docking was completed, the sound was transmitted along the outer shell of the spacecraft into the air inside. Amid the sound of nailing a bolt and the sound of jet, Fang Qingyun met the dwarf who was about to come over to move things.

This dwarf was obviously of modern style, different from the medieval dwarves with strong armor and sharp axes that Fang Qingyun had seen before. His beard was shaped like Stalin's, covering his entire upper lip, but almost covering his entire lip. He wore a floral shirt on his upper body and a pair of large shorts with similar patterns on his lower body. He looked like he was going on vacation at the beach.

His beard was golden, which was not surprising. What really deserved attention was his skin color, which was as pale as if he was exposed to the cold wind, and even had the color of ice crystals. Fang Qingyun did not take a second look at it. Because the Deep Rock Galaxy Group, the owner of this space drilling platform, had special transformation skills in this area, whether it was customizing beards or changing skin color, it was easy to do.

Moreover, Deep Rock Galactic Group seems to consciously use these things as bargaining chips for miners to compete with each other. After all, those who have the money to buy weapons and equipment and have a few drinks, and then give themselves a set of gorgeous appearance, are either big bosses or rich second-generations.

The ice-blue-skinned dwarf was stunned when he saw Fang Qingyun. He looked down at the tablet in his hand and swiped twice on it with the electronic pen. He thought it was just a simple job, but he never expected to run into people. After swiping twice to confirm that there was an escort, the dwarf looked through the list of personnel and saluted the group in surprise.

"It seems that we have a very high status..." This was said by Fang Qingyun in the Hell Network. His expression did not change at all. After nodding to the dwarf, he walked straight along the road.

[Isn't that right?] The voice of the Destiny Codex seemed to echo in everyone's ears this time: [Ximi and Ju'er are the group's wine industry special envoys, who are here to investigate the quality of beer. Yulis is a senior medical staff at the dean's level. Kikuchiyo is your personal bodyguard, and you... a platinum-level miner. You were transferred to the group headquarters some time ago because of your performance. You are now almost at the inspector level.]

"Cool!" Fang Qingyun whistled silently, "It seems like I'm the youngest rank officer, right?"

[That's hard to say...] The Destiny Codex denied Fang Qingyun's idea: [The county magistrate is not as good as the current one, but you are the imperial envoy... All you need is a sword of honor. With this identity, everything you want to do will be given the green light. Don't panic.]

"Beautiful, I give you a thumbs up." Fang Qingyun praised the Book of Destiny. Now he was more confident in stealing the skills.

Chapter 344: Gathering Intelligence

Fang Qingyun quickly walked to the end of the cargo passage. There were dim lights on the top of the passage, and although the entire passage was slightly raised to facilitate cargo transportation, it was still not particularly friendly to Fang Qingyun. The same was true for Ju'er next to him. Although she was not as tall as Fang Qingyun, she had a pair of deer antlers on her head. The two were forced to lower their heads and bend over to pass through this section of the road, and soon arrived at a position like a light bridge.

"Where is this?" Ximi looked around curiously and stomped on the light surface under his feet. The light surface shimmered like water. This technology of using light to form a surface that blocks entities did not even exist in the Food Addiction Dungeon. The environment in Naike's base was divided by automatic doors. Light was temporarily only used as a weapon of interception.

"Don't keep asking me. The world has its own rules. It's normal for different places to be different. It's impossible for me to know everything..." Fang Qingyun spread his hands. He was also an explorer, not a so-called tour guide. It was impossible for him to know everything.

"So you don't know?" Ximi looked a little disappointed. Juer next to him pulled Ximi, as if trying to make Ximi calm down.

"No, no, no, I know this." Fang Qingyun looked at the familiar light curtain and remembered the time when he kicked the oil barrel into the airdrop well when he was playing games in his previous life. "If I'm guessing correctly, this should be the location where the airdrop capsule will land. When it is time to land, remove this layer of light curtain and directly launch the airdrop capsule and the dwarf inside..."

Yulis next to her has crashed due to too much information. No matter how long she lives, she is still a bumpkin when it comes to future technology. This time she has thoroughly experienced the torture from technology. I hope she can get rid of this state quickly.

"Sir!" Fang Qingyun heard footsteps coming from behind. The ice-blue-skinned dwarf just trotted up. This surprised Fang Qingyun. How did he manage to unload the goods so quickly when he was alone? There were thousands of boxes of ammunition alone, not counting weapons and various explosives. If all were counted together, including the materials for brewing, there would be more than 3,000 boxes. And it can be expected that these are all consumables. If they are really consumed... it probably won't take long.

"Are you done with your work?" Although Fang Qingyun was surprised for a moment, he did not put on a show. He greeted the dwarves in a very familiar way, like a superior to a subordinate. It was strange to say, didn't these dwarves have any doubts about Fang Qingyun's height?

"The rest will be handed over to Bosco the deliveryman." The dwarf saluted Fang Qingyun. "At the bottom of the passage there is a conveyor belt that leads directly to the logistics department. Bosco's robot will deliver the goods to the conveyor belt, and my task is to check the quantity of the goods. As for the pass rate of the goods, it will be managed by Bosco in the logistics department."

Fang Qingyun sighed and said that it was a good thing that he had foresight. If he had stuffed some of the goods into hell for research at that time, he probably wouldn't be treated so well now. Although the dwarf would not directly suspect them as free riders, he obviously could not suppress such a thing. Once reported, there would be a lot of trouble. By the time these troubles were dealt with, the bodies of the boss's three penguins would probably have been digested.

There was a ready-made tour guide here, so why not use it? Fang Qingyun himself didn't know which way to go. If he went straight into the confidential area, even he would be in trouble. It would be better to let this ice-blue-skinned dwarf take them around. So he pretended to test the dwarf, pointed at the light screen next to him and asked in a knowledgeable manner: "What is this place? It's been too long and I can't remember it. Is this the place to pass the airdrop capsule?"

"No," the dwarf honestly denied Fang Qingyun's statement: "If it is an ordinary space drilling platform, then this is indeed the airdrop well when the dwarves are on a mission. From here, airdrop capsules and ammunition capsules can be launched to ensure endurance, but we are responsible for clerical and logistics work on the upper level, called the command drilling platform, and the light curtain here is used to launch materials and supplies to the subordinate space drilling platforms."

Command station? Fang Qingyun nodded thoughtfully. According to the game settings, a space drilling platform that can accommodate four dwarves is responsible for the mining of the entire Hawks planet. This is enough to make the dwarf miners die of overwork. But now, according to what the secretary dwarf said, it seems that there is more than one command drilling platform, and the space drilling platform is responsible for accepting and completing different tasks as its subordinate. It seems that there are probably many such space stations in the outer orbit of Hawks planet.

If a meteor shower suddenly started, there would probably be a lot more space junk on Hawkes...

"Ha! You said you were an old miner, but now you're exposed?" Ximi began to discredit Fang Qingyun without any hesitation. Naturally, this sentence was instructed by Fang Qingyun in the Hell Network. Otherwise, although Ximi would laugh at Fang Qingyun, he would never laugh in front of outsiders. Now this mocking action could obviously draw some big news from the mouth of the dwarf next to him.

"It's normal that the commander doesn't know this." The dwarf's eyes did not show contempt, but instead showed more respect: "This shows that the commander was transferred directly from the space drilling platform to the top group drilling platform headquarters, and the commander's four professions are all at the platinum level, which is quite rare."

Fang Qingyun felt embarrassed by the compliment. In the game of his previous life, it would only take him 550 hours to get all four professions to platinum. But in this world, it means at least ten promotions for each profession, which is so difficult that ordinary miners can only look up to them. After all, although miners make money quickly, they also leave quickly. To be able to live to be transferred back to the group drilling platform headquarters, and to still have all his hands and feet intact instead of being forced to retire due to missing limbs, is definitely not an ordinary person.

"Then... please take us to the command center here, I need to check the situation here." Fang Qingyun nodded politely to the dwarf. The dwarf was flattered and squeezed out of the crowd, walked in front and began to lead the way. While following, Fang Qingyun quietly asked about the Grimoire of Destiny.