I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

Qiye was silent today, and every now and then she would stare at March 7's back with a look that said, "I want to hit someone."

He frowned, as if trying to solve an overly difficult math problem, then shook his head, deciding to stop thinking about it for now.

Bronya stopped at the cable car station entrance. She turned to look at the crowd:

"arrive."

The iron gate at the entrance to the cable car station was wide open, and several guards had been waiting there for a long time.

Upon seeing Bronya leading the team, the head guard immediately stepped forward, stood at attention, and saluted.

"Reporting to the commander! The situation is not good."

The leader named Seele has gained control over the entire lower-class miners, vagrants, and even some veterans, all of whom have responded to her.

What's more troublesome is that the mechanical settlement has publicly expressed its support for Earthfire.

He reassigned all his robots to guard key intersections.

The warden's voice was very low.

"They now control all the transportation nodes in the lower-level area, and our scouts can't infiltrate them at all."

Bronya frowned slightly, but quickly regained her composure.

She didn't reprimand the warden; she simply nodded.

"Understood. Open the cable car, let's go down."

After everyone boarded the cable car

Xing spoke with some confusion:

"Bronya, didn't you say you were leading the team? Why are you alone now? Where are your bodyguards?"

Bronya turned her head to explain.

“Taking troops down to the front lines is more likely to exacerbate conflicts.”

Seele and Earthfire are at the height of their power right now, and seeing the Iron Guard's uniform will only make them more resistant.

"I'm easier to talk to because I don't command troops."

Qi Ye, sporting the face of March 7th, looked her up and down with a look of newfound respect:

“I underestimated you, Commander Bronya.”

You dare to go down the mountain without any people? That's so brave!

Aren't you afraid of being taken hostage by Seele?

In response to this teasing remark, Bronya looked at Qiye with a frank gaze:

"After all, you are here. Mr. Yang Chaoyue belongs to the Star Train just like you, so her strength should not be weak."

If something really happens, please save my life.

Upon hearing this, both Qiye and Xing stopped in their tracks.

The two exchanged a glance, then turned their heads simultaneously with a knowing smile.

Qiye put his hands on his hips, and Xing slung the baseball bat over his shoulder.

The two stood back to back in a pose that looked incredibly cool.

On March 7th, a shrewd, seasoned smile, like that of a seasoned sly man, graced his innocent face.

Xing's face wore an air of self-righteous arrogance.

"Hmph! You've come to the right person!"

"Commander Bronya, the two standing before you are none other than the cosmically renowned Gemini!"

Qiye announced it in the voice of March 7th.

"I am the Galactic Baseball Man!"

Xing twirled the baseball bat in his hand, raised his chin slightly, and looked arrogant!

"I am Zhao the Cameraman."

Qi Ye patted the camera that he never parted with on March 7th, which was hanging on his waist, and continued without changing his expression.

Then the two of them took a step forward at the same time.

Qiye extended her right fist, and Xing extended her left fist; their fists touched in mid-air.

Then, with a tacit understanding as if they had rehearsed countless times, they shouted out a sentence in unison.

"You cause trouble, I'll take the blame. We're the Twin Stars, we don't care about life or death, if you're not happy, then let's fight!"

A subdued silence descended from the rear of the group.

Danheng was completely dumbfounded by this turn of events, wondering if he was dreaming.

Is this March 7th or Qiye?

The real March 7th, wearing the body of Qiye...

Looking at the guy in front of me who used his face to say the three words "Zhao Camera".

His lips trembled for a long time, and his fists were clenched so tightly they cracked.

Bronya stared at the two guys posing in front of her in silence for a long while.

Then it turns to March 7th:

"Have you members of the Star Train always been like this?"

March 7th glanced at Bronya, then at the two who were still posing.

Suppressing his anger, he replied:

"No. Those two are exceptions. The others are normal."

Chapter 46 Encountering Sambo Again

The cable car finally arrived at the lower level.

The car door slid open, and a strong smell of coal ash wafted out.

The group walked out of the cable car station and stood in the middle of a three-way intersection.

The three roads lead in three different directions, and each road looks almost the same.

The gray rock walls, the rusty iron frame, and the occasional flash of an emergency light.

"Which way?" Xing asked, tilting her head to look at Bronya, carrying her baseball bat.

Bronya stood still, maintaining the composure befitting a commander of the Iron Guard.

She didn't answer, and several seconds passed, but she still didn't answer.

Her gaze swept back and forth between the three roads several times, and finally she managed to squeeze out three words:

"...Wait a minute."

Qi Ye, wearing the face of March 7th, stared at her in disbelief:

"Commander Bronya, you spoke with such conviction on the cable car just now."

What do you mean by "it's easier to talk to someone if they don't lead troops"? What do you mean by "I can manage on my own"? Turns out you don't even know the way!

Bronya's ear tips flushed slightly, but her expression remained calm.

"I have never been to the lower level."

Previously, all matters concerning the lower districts were handled by a dedicated liaison officer; I had only seen the map.

"And I thought there would be people from the underground fire station guarding the exit, so I didn't bring a map."

"So you're planning to rely on the people of Earthfire to guide you to the leader of Earthfire?"

Xing blinked.

"...Logically, there is no problem."

"There's a huge logical problem! You're lost, what logic are you talking about!"

Qi Ye almost jumped up.

Bronya coughed lightly, turned to the iron wall next to her, and pretended to study the direction of the pipes above.

Danheng stood at the back of the group, arms crossed.

His expression remained calm and indifferent.

But the upturned corners of his mouth betrayed him.

This scene is indeed a bit funny.

The group followed Bronya and turned left at the fork in the road, walking along a mine tunnel that looked somewhat like the main road.

After walking for about ten minutes, the rock walls on both sides of the mine tunnel became narrower and narrower.

The pipes overhead became increasingly dense, and rust holes began to appear in the metal floor beneath our feet.

After walking for a few more minutes, they found themselves standing at a familiar three-way intersection.

The same intersection.

"Isn't this the place we just came from?"

Xing asked, puzzled.

Bronya's ear tips had turned from slightly red to a distinct crimson.

Just as Qi Ye was about to deliver the final blow, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye and stopped in his tracks.

Next to this intersection is an inconspicuous alleyway with several rusted iron barrels piled up inside.

At the end was an unremarkable iron wall with a very thin crack running through it.

It looked like something had rammed into it from the inside out. He stared at the crack for several seconds.

Then, without thinking, I took a few steps further inside.

This place felt somewhat familiar to him, as if he had been here before.

But he has died too many times and been resurrected too many times, and some fragments of his memory have been blurred by repeated handling.

He couldn't remember when he had been here, nor could he recall what had happened.

This vague sense of familiarity flashed through his mind.

Before they could grab it, a voice pulled them back.

"Look, isn't that the unlucky guy who got smashed by Uncle Yang?"

Xing was the first to recognize the man who had suddenly appeared in front of her.

Everyone's eyes turned in that direction at the same time.

A bluish-gray head peeked out from behind a pile of scrap metal.

The tattered coat he was wearing was the same one he had worn when he was taken away from the snowfield.

The bruises on his face hadn't completely faded, but he seemed much better than when the guards carried him away.

Sambo paused for a second, then abruptly shrank back:

"Damn it! It's you guys again?!"

"coincidence."

With her face adorned with the image of March 7th, Qi Ye flashed a bright smile.

"We were just worried about having no one to ask for directions."

Sambo's eyes darted around, as if he was assessing whether running or talking was a better option.

Then he saw Bronya in the crowd, the Iron Guard commander.

His face instantly fell:

"...Are you here in a group to arrest me?"