I'm in Terra

A few seconds later, a man dressed in ordinary clothes, Rupert, appeared in front of them. "Good perception skills. I guess you two are cadres of the Reunion Movement?"

brush----

The King Slayer's pupils shrank, and he instantly rushed to the man's side, pressing his not-so-sharp dagger against the man's neck.

At this distance, she was confident that even with the bluntest dagger, she could kill with one strike.

"Who are you? Why are you looking for us? How do you know our identities? If you can't explain it in a minute, your head will be gone."

"I don't think you need to be so nervous." Even with a dagger pressed against his neck, the man's expression remained relaxed. "After all, I'm here to give you two money and information."

As he spoke, the man reached into his pocket and took out a document and a few stacks of Longmen coins.

Bonebreaker exchanged a glance with Kingslayer, snatched the document from the man's hand, and began flipping through it. The more he read, the more alarmed he became. The document clearly marked the exact locations of various criminal factions throughout the slums, even including a recent map of population movements in the downtown area. While the money wasn't much, it was still several tens of thousands of Dragon Gate coins. If nothing else, it was enough for a ten-man team to survive for at least a month.

Seeing this, Bonebreaker immediately signaled the Kingslayer to release the shackles. "Who are you? Why are you helping us?"

"Partners." The man straightened his clothes and replied ambiguously, "You two should be new cadres of the Reunion Movement. My boss and the Reunion Movement have cooperated several times. Miss Yelena has helped my boss deal with many troubles, and my boss has also supported the Reunion Movement openly and secretly on many occasions. If I put it this way, I think you two should understand, right?"

"Yelena?"

"Froststar?"

The two looked at each other, their vigilance relaxed a little, but their doubts increased: "Then what are you doing here this time?"

The man pointed at what Broken Bones was holding. "Didn't I tell you? I'm here to give you some money. But we don't have a deep foundation in Longmen, so we can only offer you some support. The rest is up to you to fight for it... Oh, and by the way, the boss also told me to bring you a message: 'The situation in Longmen is extremely complicated, and those in power have noticed your actions. When you act, you must be swift and ruthless.' That's all. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."

After saying that, the man smiled and nodded, then quickly disappeared along the way he came, leaving only the two people looking at each other in bewilderment.

The Kingslayer blinked and looked at Boneslayer with some doubt: "Do you think he can be trusted?"

Broken Bone gave him the same look in return: "How should I know? But the stuff has already been delivered. We'll know if it's real or not if we try it out. It also has recent population movement information. The group of people who came from the abandoned city of Qie are near us."

"Then let's try. But do we need to tell the chief about this?"

"Let's talk about it after we reunite. We can't send the message out right now."

"......Too."

PS: The Xianshu Cup is about to start. I want to watch the performances of those big guys.

Wine Pool and Meat Forest: 79 Fishing Needs to Begin

Still in the peaceful and tranquil city of Longmen, a small truck was wobbling along the streets of Longmen. Although the truck was not moving fast, and could even be described as slow, other vehicles on the road tacitly made way for it.

There is no other reason. The degree of wear and tear on this truck is so horrific that it is enough to shock any car owner. The first time they see the truck, there will only be one thought in their mind.

"Is this thing still working?"

If someone carefully examines the remaining intact area of the truck, they can see only half of the Penguin Logistics logo on the side. But obviously, no owner would be curious about this issue. They are only concerned about whether the truck will suddenly lose some parts or simply disintegrate along the way.

Unfortunately, their expectations were doomed to fail. Although the 99% new truck, owned by the woman herself, was a bit crooked, it still drove steadily on the road and even arrived at its destination smoothly.

The moment the truck stopped, a disheveled figure covered in smoke and dust rushed down from the back seat impatiently, but what she didn't expect was that the vehicle under her was even more disheveled than her.

With just a slight twist, she took the entire door out of the car.

"What bad luck! What bad luck!" the girl, covered in soot, screamed and casually shoved the car door back. "Will the boss deduct my money?"

Croissant, the only shield guard in Penguin Logistics, is known for her extraordinary strength and optimistic personality. (Self-proclaimed)

"Under normal circumstances, the boss would definitely do this. But now... I hope the boss won't be too angry, considering that the commission was completed."

The person who answered the question was a black-haired Rupert. The stains and blood all over her body could not shake her poker face, but the torn stockings hanging on her slender legs still reflected the girl's embarrassment to some extent.

Texas, a poker-faced girl who insists on stuffing Pocky into her mouth even when covered in dirt, works as a driver and bodyguard for Penguin Logistics.

"Just be happy you made it back alive. My rifle was completely red from firing. It was almost scrapped."

As the final member of Penguin Logistics' impeccable trio, Exiah was clearly a true optimist. Even though she was in a state of disarray, even though her prized rifle had temporarily stopped firing due to overload, this young woman still managed to smile.

Although it was a wry smile.

"I just don't understand. We're just delivering a batch of confidential goods, but what's wrong with those country bumpkins from the slums?" Seeing that the two people behind him had no intention of moving forward, Croissant, who got off the car first, could only bite the bullet and push open the door of the stronghold.

As the glass bottles tied to the door clinked, the two people talking at the bar cast their eyes towards the door.

The Penguin Emperor put down his glass and turned around to introduce the reliability of his company to the people around him.

"My dear employees must have returned. Believe me, once you've met them, you'll know just how reliable they are... Ugh!!! Did you all roll around in a stinking ditch? Why are you all so dusty and dirty?"

As he spoke, the Emperor looked towards Texas, hoping that his most reliable employee could give a reasonable explanation.

"The mission went awry." Texas curled his lips, picked up a bottle of liquor from the wine rack and guzzled it. "We delivered the goods, but the employer was suspected of being hunted, so we were targeted as deliveries. As a result, the goods were delivered, we escaped, but we lost our employer and the balance, and we even wrote off our car."

"A wrecked car?" The Emperor was startled, then rushed out of the bar like a whirlwind. Seconds later, a shrill cry rang out from the door, causing even the most heartless Archangel to frown.

Texas sighed, picked up the bottle and took another sip, while he drank, he did not forget to look at the unfamiliar faces sitting at the bar.

"Who did it! Tell me, who did it?" After a brief shock, the emperor returned to the bar angrily, his funny flippers pulling a pistol, and he jumped back to his seat.

"The Reunion Movement." Texas exhaled and replied calmly, "They call themselves the Reunion Movement."

"Ga——" As soon as the words came out, the emperor who had just been clamoring for the other side to look good instantly shut his mouth. As a well-known singer and logistics company owner, his intelligence network is naturally quite outstanding. At least he still knows where the Integration Movement came from.

Madmen, thugs, reckless avengers, and a mad group that prioritizes the infected. If you get involved with them, you have no choice but to consider yourself unlucky.

Unless Penguin Logistics doesn't plan to continue operating in Longmen in the future.

Seeing the Emperor's silence, Texas sighed wearily. As soon as she figured out the attackers, she'd already guessed the matter would be in vain. It wasn't a matter of the Emperor being too cowardly or Penguin Logistics being too weak. It was that if Penguin Logistics openly opposed the infected group, they would no longer have any infected customers coming to them, a fatal blow to their reputation.

"Give us a few days off. The car needs to be re-arranged, and Exia and Croissant also need some time to sort out their equipment." After making sure that there was no follow-up to this matter, Texas did not continue to delve into it, but sighed and stated his request.

Although the Emperor is the boss of Penguin Logistics, the daily express delivery affairs are almost all handled by Texas and Is (the Emperor's assistant). Therefore, the girls' schedules are basically arranged by Texas, including working days, rest days, and even leave and handling of accidents.

The emperor was also happy with this. According to him, he was a world-famous star. Wouldn't it be a waste of time to spend his energy on managing a company?

But this time, the emperor shook his head awkwardly.

"...I'm afraid that won't work this time. I just promised Mr. Philip that I would go to Ursus to deliver a batch of expedited express."

"Express delivery?" Texas frowned. "But we don't even have a car right now, let alone equipment."

"Ahem, ahem, I must explain this." Seeing Texas's doubts, Philip, who had been silent for a long time, raised his glass and interrupted their discussion:

"Because the delivery time for the new batch is tight and the task is heavy, I have applied for your company's expedited service. The task requires a few reliable people to take me back to Ursus and then escort the convoy all the way back to Longmen. Since I will be requesting bodyguards from headquarters on the way back, you only need to ensure that I reach Ursus in the shortest possible time."

PS: I had to attend the funeral of my elder and had to rush back late at night to write. Sorry.

Wine Pond and Meat Forest: 80 Arrival

The mission was clear, the goal was clear, and the pay was substantial due to the international nature of the call. Under normal circumstances, Texas would have accepted the commission without hesitation, but now...

The girl looked at her tired companions behind her and felt a little hesitant.

"Texas, it's up to you to decide whether to accept this commission."

As if sensing Texas's hesitation, the Emperor lit a cigarette and soothed him in a low voice, like an old father: "If you feel the team isn't in the right shape, then go and rest. I can transfer this commission to Fengchi Logistics. It's just a penalty. How much more expensive can it be than a car?"

"Wouldn't that break Penguin Logistics' record of 100% order completion? Besides, things have been quite volatile in Longmen's Lower Town lately. It would be a shame to just give up on such a high-quality cross-city commission."

After a long hesitation, Texas picked up a cigarette from the table and elegantly lit it. Amidst the smoke, her uniquely cool voice pierced through the shroud of smoke: "We've accepted the commission, but there's a requirement. Our crew was worn out on the previous order, and we'll need some time to restock our gear and supplies."

"Three days, is that enough?" Philip chuckled and nodded gracefully. "I'll be back here in three days. We at Tarkov Mining will provide the supplies, fuel, and vehicles. You just need to bring your weapons and equipment, and remember to bring plenty of warm clothes. This mission won't take too long, and the round trip won't take more than two weeks."

Texas nodded and extended his hand: "Okay, happy cooperation."

Philip also responded politely: "It's a pleasure to cooperate with you."

After confirming the next meeting time, Mr. Philip did not linger, but gracefully bowed and left the bar. Watching the man's departing back, Texas waved expressionlessly, motioning for the girls to go upstairs and wash up. Then, he sat down on the other side of the emperor, took out his glass, and gently poured some wine. "What's your background? Is he reliable?"

"A smuggler from a small industrial town north of Ursus is planning to establish himself in Longmen." The emperor curled his lips and blew out a smoke ring in a humane manner. "He has a strong background and means, and the goods he delivers are also good, so he plans to expand his business. At least the commissions and orders are definitely no problem. As for whether there will be any problems along the way..."

"It's up to us to decide on the spot, right?"

Texas finished his cigarette in one puff and casually dropped the butt into his glass. "I'll have the Archangel bring live ammunition. The funds from this commission will be enough for us to buy a new car."

"Whatever you want, just don't die." The emperor glanced at Texas's wine glass with disdain and pushed his own glass in front of the girl: "Wash the glass. Also, if you're worried, you can take one of my collections."

Texas was slightly startled: "...Thank you."

The emperor didn't respond, but just moved his flippers comically.

As a beast master who had been active on this land for a long time, the emperor had an extremely rich collection, the most famous of which were undoubtedly his exquisitely shaped and powerful hand cannons. He had spent a large sum of money to custom-make them through the channels of a certain fallen angel.

The Archangel had once wanted to borrow one for viewing, but was ruthlessly rejected by the Emperor. But now, it took the initiative to give one to use for self-defense...

Texas stared at the cigarette butt in her glass. This commission didn't seem as simple as she'd imagined. But since the Emperor wouldn't proactively share the information with her, it meant that the trouble was likely unrelated to them.

All they have to do is to send people to their destination safely as usual.

Three days later, a wild-looking snow off-road vehicle arrived as scheduled, carrying the fully armed Penguin Logistics Team out of Longmen.

At the same time, the outer ring of Longmen also welcomed a special stowaway.

Since the Qiecheng incident, the population of the outer ring of Longmen has exploded. Many infected people and even ordinary people have traveled across mountains and rivers, hoping to find a place to stay in this distant country.

Unfortunately, although Longmen's slogan is "Welcome Every Visitor", they don't really welcome everyone indiscriminately. The towering city walls and strict customs are enough to isolate more than 80% of those entering the city.

Assets, identity, infection status. Customs officers will efficiently screen every visitor and ruthlessly turn away those who are not Longmen guests.

Therefore, the profession of stowaway came into being.

You only need to pay a considerable amount of money, and these guys who have had an identity in Longmen will give you a ride and take you through customs normally.

And Awei is one of these illegal immigrants.

As a member of Fengchi Logistics, Ah Wei's salary wasn't low, but as a worker, who wouldn't want to earn a little extra cash? Whenever he returned from a mission outside the city, Ah Wei would spend some time wandering around the outer ring of Longmen, trying to find any willing buyers to enter.

As for what those people will do after entering Longmen, Ah Wei doesn't care about such things.

"Brother, can you give me a ride?"

Today, Ah Wei completed the commission as usual. When he slowed down and stopped by the roadside, a cold and gentle voice came into his ears.

Awei leaned out of the car window and saw a pretty Elafia in cloth standing beside his car, looking at him with expectant eyes.

"I, I'm a refugee from Chernobyl. Can you take me into the Dragon Gate with you, little brother?"

Gulp————

Ah Wei swallowed hard. There were plenty of entertainment activities inside Longmen, and he'd seen plenty of all sorts of shabby idols, but none had ever been more lovable, more pitiable, than the girl before him. "Yes, yes. Just one thousand... no, eight hundred... no no no, I won't charge you. If you don't mind the dirt on the car, I can take you into the city for free."

"Why would I mind that the guy is dirty? I'm just a refugee." Looking at Awei's flustered look, the girl chuckled and nimbly moved to the other side of the car.

Awei woke up as if from a dream, and quickly opened the car door for the girl. Looking at the girl who was simply dressed but pretty and lovely sitting beside him, Awei felt that his spring had come.

In that moment, the matter of making money had been forgotten by Awei. The only thing on his mind now was to take the girl into the city. He didn't want to take other passengers on this trip, even if it was just this girl, it would be worth it!

Seeing that Ah Wei was still not moving, the girl smiled and joked, "Brother, are you waiting for someone else? Can I wait with you?"

Ah Wei shook his head repeatedly: "No, I'm not waiting for anyone. I just stopped to rest for a while. My name is Ah Wei, what's your name, young lady?"

"Alina, just call me Alina."

Wine Pond and Meat Forest: 81 Longmen Armor Removal

"Name, gender, occupation, and what are you doing here at Longmen?"

Compared to the crowded streets next door, the dedicated lane for vehicles was considerably wider. Even so, the necessary inspections and waiting were still unavoidable.

However, Awei was already very familiar with how to deal with the inspection. He first nodded to Alina, signaling the girl not to speak, then took out a pack of low-quality cigarettes, a specialty of Longmen, from his arms and handed one to each police officer slowly.

"Sir, this is Awei from Fengchi Logistics. I just met him two days ago." As he spoke, Awei took out a lighter and enthusiastically lit a cigarette for each police officer.

The leading inspector took a puff of his cigarette and gestured with a relaxed expression, "I'm not old enough to retire yet, so of course I remember you. Didn't you just transport a batch of goods? Why are you out again today?"

Seeing the police officer let him go, Ah Wei chuckled: "Isn't this just saving money for a wife? How can I get a wife if I don't work hard? Here, the one in the passenger seat, that's my girlfriend. Isn't she pretty?"

The police officer glanced at Alina and said in amazement, "You are so lucky, kid? No wonder you are so attentive today. I think we are showing off. Come on, get out of here quickly and don't disturb us on duty."

"Okay, when I get married, I will definitely invite a few of you to the wedding banquet." Awei greeted everyone one by one with a smile, then followed the car in front and continued to queue.

Only after they were completely out of the inspection checkpoint did Ah Wei explain with a smile: "The officers in charge of customs are all old acquaintances of mine, but in order to deal with the inspection, I told them you were my girlfriend."

Alina nodded slightly: "It's okay, Brother Wei, I don't care about these little things."

"That's good." Ah Wei smiled. "Does Alina have a place to stay in the city? Or did she simply wander here with the refugees?"

Alina knew what Wei was hinting at, but she still smiled and refused, "I have family in Longmen. Brother Wei can just take me to the downtown area."

"Oh? Is that so? That's such a pity." Upon hearing that Alina had a follower in Longmen, Awei's eyes became a little gloomy. He originally wanted to take Alina back to his home to discuss the matter of "reward", but who would have thought that the other party had no intention of being grateful at all, but instead wanted to get rid of him as soon as he entered Longmen.