Data Wasteland

"Boss, I heard you are looking for someone?" Chen Xing walked over and sat down and asked straightforwardly.

This is a middle-aged man, about fifty years old, slightly bald. He looked at Chen Xing a few times and asked, "Where is the person?"

"From the north," Chen Xing replied.

"Are you a refugee?" The middle-aged businessman looked a little surprised, and then he showed vigilance. Judging from the appearance and temperament of the other party, it is not like a refugee living in the depths of the wilderness, there is only one possibility-a criminal or a dishonest. The most feared thing for caravans to hire people is to lead wolves into the house.

Seeing the middle-aged businessman frowning slightly and looking uncertain, Chen Xing got up and left without saying a word. He didn't report much hope originally, and the middle-aged people are more cautious, and the probability of success is very low.

"Wait..." the middle-aged businessman stopped him. "How many of you are there, where are you going to go?"

Chen Xing sat back, and it seemed that the other party was desperate and had no qualms, and then said, "There are four in total, I am going to find a group in Crow City and try my luck in the east." The Principality of Black Feather and the Principality of Silver Claw are fighting in the east. , They pretend to be mercenaries who used to pan for gold, which is more credible.

"Young man, aggressive." The middle-aged businessman exclaimed, raising his glass for a gesture.

"What trouble did you have before?" Chen Xing asked casually.

"We were attacked at night, two or three gunmen. The mercenaries were all dead, and the driver and workers were also killed and injured. We only drove half of the car away." The middle-aged businessman said with a sad face, seeming to be lost. Very big.

"Do you know who did it?" Chen Xing asked.

The middle-aged businessman shook his head, "They are using sniper rifles. They are so far apart. We don't even know where the murderer is hiding."

"If you meet them next time..." Chen Xing took off the "elephant hunting" sniper rifle behind him, put it on the table, and said, "I promise, they will come back and forth."

"Very good." The middle-aged businessman beamed with joy and reached out to Chen Xing. In this way, the matter was settled.

Next, the two talked about trivial things, probably the current situation in the east and the gossip news of some upper-class nobles. It was both a pastime and a process of deepening familiarity.

While chatting, there was a commotion outside. Before long, the dull engine sound came through the window, shaking people's belly and six internal organs. It was the sound of heavy trucks, and there were a lot of them.

Chen Xing walked to the window, looked down, and suddenly his pupils shrank. The back of the truck is covered with a dark green canvas. From the shape, it is a combat mecha. The hood is painted with a blue crow, which is the symbol of the Moore house in Crow City.

Soldiers continuously got out of the car and waited in line in the open space. Chen Xing couldn't help taking a breath, secretly thinking of his bad luck, and unexpectedly ran into the returning troops.

Then he saw Roy Moore and Leander Ralph, the elder of the principality. The former looked as usual, while the latter was a little bit depressed. Although Chen Xing was horrified in his heart, he still remained calm on the surface. He walked to the middle-aged businessman and sat down, took a sip, and asked casually, "When shall we leave?"

"If you are ready, you can do it at any time." The middle-aged businessman replied. He has been stuck here for many days. If he drags on, market conditions will change again.

"Let's go up and pack things, and set off in two hours." Chen Xing said.

"Okay, then I'll go to inform others," the middle-aged businessman said.

Two hours later, wearing sunglasses, Chen Xing went out of the bar with the other three people and walked to the parking place. In the small square, the soldiers of the Moore family gathered in twos and threes, either smoking cigarettes or chatting. As they passed by, Chen Xing's heart was pounding, if he was found here, I am afraid that it would be more fortunate.

"Sir, are you leaving?" Two little boys who were watching the car ran over and asked Chen Xing. The crisp childish voice immediately attracted the attention of the soldiers.

Chen Xing took out two silver coins and threw them over.

"Thank you, sir, you are such a good person." The little boy caught the silver coin, bowed to Chen Xing, and ran away.

Walking to the side of the armed cricket, Chen Xing unloaded the package and threw it into the co-pilot. He was about to get into the car, but a shout came from behind him.

"Hey, mercenary!"

Chen Xing's heart beat suddenly, and he almost couldn't help but rushed into the car and rushed out. But doing so is tantamount to admitting that you have a problem. Those soldiers who have escaped, but also the elders of the principality.

Chen Xing exhaled slowly and turned around. The one calling him was a soldier from the Moore family, of medium build, wearing a military cap, and carrying an assault rifle.

"Is there a fire?" the soldier asked, taking out a pack of cigarettes, smoking one, and holding it in his mouth.

Chen Xing didn't speak, took out the kerosene lighter from his pocket, threw off the lid of the box, and lit the other party with a "clang".

The soldier leaned against the car, took a beautiful breath, spit out a large cloud of smoke, then patted the body of the armed cricket, and exclaimed, "It's really a good car."

"Not bad." Chen Xing said casually.

"How much?" "Second-hand,

Not worth a lot of money. "This is an armed cricket, a fish scale, at least more than two thousand, right?" ""almost. "It's great to be your mercenary." "Maybe it's boring. The soldier started talking with Chen Xing while smoking a cigarette. Chen Xing was not going to go, and it was not going to go, and he was anxious.

"It's not as good as you eat the royal food." "Cut, it's fifty dollars a month. It's better to run with the caravan." "Unstable." The two had a sentence. Talking without a word, the soldier leaned on the car door, still having no intention of leaving.

"Boss, I'm all ready." Cassie shouted at the right time, and Chen Xing turned his head to answer. Although the soldier was reluctant, he patted his pants and left.

Chen Xing got in the car, inserted the key, stepped on the accelerator lightly, slowly backed the car, then hit the steering wheel and drove towards the town gate.

At about the same time, Roy came out of another bar and saw Chen Xing's profile with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Little nephew, what's the matter?" Liander came out from behind and asked.

"No..." Roy shook his head. He just felt familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it. Perhaps it was just an ordinary mercenary, now fighting in the east, and the mercenaries borrowed from the Black Feather Principality from Crow City are all over the street, so he didn't take it too seriously.

Out of the town gate, Chen Xing exhaled a long breath. Unconsciously, his back was soaked with cold sweat. Because of Ye Yangqingyan's relationship, he was regarded as offending the young master of the Moore family to death. Furthermore, he killed Yang Zhiyong. Although the family of clan have been fighting back and forth, they will definitely defend each other on this issue. Because this concerns the face of the ruling class and belongs to the core interests.

As for Liander, he was killed by the mayor of two Yulings in a row, his vitality was severely injured, and he could not avenge the mayor, so he must be used to vent his anger, after all, the mayor was to help him. Now it can be regarded as a sway around the ghost gate, and it comes out again.

After a while, the caravan's vehicle drove out of Dak Town. Chen Xing suddenly stepped on the accelerator, and the v12 engine of the armed cricket made a huge roar and galloped toward the southwest.