Alien Relic Hunter

"Then this guy has quite a strong taste..." Ivan shook his head and hit the black eight into the bag with a beautiful flip ball.

"Oops, another shot to clear the table... My butt has never sat up from the sofa. I won't play anymore. Doctor, you are a swindler!" Seeing the black ball fall into the pocket, the hound immediately grabbed it He shouted while holding his club.

"Why did I cheat? You watched me hit every ball?" Ivan said to the hound with a smile while taking out the table tennis balls from the bag.

"There must be something wrong with your robotic arm! I can guarantee it! To be honest, have you tampered with anything?" the hound said confidently.

"My mechanical prosthesis is controlled by myoelectric signals. Daily maintenance and upkeep are done by me and Layton. You can ask Layton whether I have tampered with the prosthetic limb." Ivan said, looking at all the people. Valentina, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, waved, "Want to have a round?"

"I won't." Valentina crossed her arms on her chest and shook her head, "And I know I can't beat you."

"Look, even Valentina refuses to fight you. There must be something wrong, right? Layton?" Hound said excitedly, as if he had grasped something.

"That's just an ordinary mechanical prosthetic limb. At most, it can alleviate some of the recoil when shooting. Unless this prosthetic limb is connected to a computer that can analyze the trajectory of the shot, it can achieve the effect you said, old dog. That kind of effect - being able to clear the table with one stroke is entirely due to the doctor's skill. I have been observing his hands, they are so stable, there is not even a trace of tremor when hitting the ball."

"Tch - you two guys know how to join forces to bully a lonely old man like me, right? It's boring." Hound waved his hand and threw the club in his hand to Layton, "Let's get back to what we were talking about earlier. That topic, that shooting, I always felt like something was wrong."

"It's not like there's something wrong, it's just that there's nothing right at all. It's just outrageous. It's so fucking outrageous." Layton said.

"No, what I feel puzzling about is," Hound stood up, walked to the freezer nearby, and took out a can of soda, "if the reports in the news are not wrong, this woman's family owns an industry in the wilderness. , then this family must be a big family, and at worst it would be at the level of a third-rate consortium——"

He opened the tube of the soda can, raised his head and took a big sip, and then said: "Do you think that such a big family will not have private guards, and they actually need to spend money to hire PMC people to protect themselves? ?Isn’t this a bit too nonsense?”

"There are even more nonsense." I don't know when, Ke Lan has walked out of the team leader's office. He is holding a miniature holographic projector in his hand. A blue light shrouds the billiard table, and a section is a bit blurry. The video was played in front of everyone.

"What is this?" Layton was stunned for a moment, then turned around and asked.

"Some big guys in the hacker forum hacked into the official database, dug out the recorded videos taken by the car surveillance cameras, and threw them online."

As Ke Lan said, in the video you can see two people sitting in the front and passenger seats. Perhaps because the road conditions in the wilderness are not very good, the camera is always a little bumpy, but you can still barely see the picture clearly. The appearance of the two people.

Sitting in the driver's seat was a middle-aged mercenary. He was wearing a standard brown combat uniform. His hair was wrapped with a camouflage turban. There was a scar across half of his face above his cheekbones, but he had a beard. He was cleanly shaved and had a cigarette in his mouth that was common in mercenary circles, but he did not light it.

He held the steering wheel with both hands and stared intently at the road ahead. From time to time he would say a few words into the intercom on his shoulder. His expression could not be said to be relaxed, but he did not look as nervous as a rookie who had just entered the industry.

Next to him, a big lump of "fat" took up all the space in the passenger seat - fortunately, this was an armored off-road vehicle with a relatively spacious interior. If it were replaced by an economical and practical one, In a small car, even the gear lever located between the driver's and passenger's seats is probably held down by her.

"No way... Medical beauty technology has become so advanced these days. If you are a rich person... it should be easy to lose weight through surgery, right? Being so fat may seriously affect your health, right?" Looking at the video "Heroine", Ivan, a doctor, couldn't help but frowned.

"Who knows, maybe it's because of fear?" Layton scratched his head with his mechanical hand.

The first ten seconds of the video were relatively peaceful, but at the 20th second, the woman took out a pistol from the handbag she was carrying with some difficulty and inspected it repeatedly.

At this time, the middle-aged mercenary sitting in the driver's seat turned his head to glance at the woman, and then turned his head back again - maybe he thought it was normal to carry a pistol with him in the dangerous wilderness. , plus this woman was his employer, the mercenary did not say anything more, but continued to hold the steering wheel and drive the car.

When the video played to the thirty-fourth second, the woman suddenly observed the surrounding environment, then suddenly raised the gun in her hand and pointed the muzzle at the neck of the middle-aged mercenary who was driving, as if she was crazy. He was screaming and pulling the trigger again and again, and the blood that spewed out even stained the lens of the camera.

Then, there was a sudden braking, the entire screen turned sideways, the screen went black, and the video ended.

The people around the pool table all fell into an eerie silence.

It took more than ten seconds before Layton said with some uncertainty: "This...is this fucking murder, right?"

"This is murder!" Hound smacked his thigh hard, "Damn it, if I were this guy's teammate, I would have to light up this bitch's sky lantern!"

"The mercenaries in the other vehicles didn't know what happened. They thought the gun had misfired at first, so they allowed the woman to return to the Ark safely." Ke Lan shrugged, "But they never expected that this This move has brought huge trouble to everyone involved in the escort mission, including the PMC behind them."

"Trouble? What trouble?"

"The family behind that woman immediately asked PMC to compensate for medical expenses, mental damages and other expenses totaling 15 million credits. They also planned to take the mercenaries and PMC who performed the mission to court - they believed that these The mercenary's mistake led to this accident." Ke Lan said slowly.