Embers Ad Infinitum

After arriving at the underground parking lot attached to the "Fire and Iron" hotel, Jiang Baimian said to Shang Jianyao:

"You drive first, and ask Xiaobai or Xiaohong to come when you return."

"No problem." Shang Jianyao agreed, but instead of walking towards the door corresponding to the driver's seat, he went around to the back of the Jeep and opened the trunk door.

"What's wrong?" asked the honest Gnawa.

The "Old Adjustment Team" has already transferred the equipment that was kept in the suite and was guarded by Gnawa back to the car in advance. There is nothing that needs to be stuffed into the trunk.

Shang Jianyao carefully looked through the crates, boxes of bullets, a few spare weapons, and the few remaining cans, biscuits, and energy bars.

After completing this matter, he answered Gnawa's question:

"I was checking to see if that Bodhi statue popped up in our car."

What kind of hellish joke is this? Long Yuehong just had such a thought, and couldn't help but poke his head around to look at the situation in the trunk.

He still remembered that when he was in the "Salvation Army" and in Wubei, he and others worked hard to track down the whereabouts of the nuclear bomb, but in the end they found that the target item was lying quietly in the trunk of his Jeep.

Therefore, Shang Jianyao's sudden whim is by no means impossible.

"No." Shang Jianyao looked back with disappointment, "Hey..."

The imagination of those beings should not be so poor, always telling people a script... Jiang Baimian mumbled, walked to the passenger seat, and opened the car door.

The Jeep soon drove onto the street, and Spant was standing on the side of the road, waiting for them.

His car was a brown-green sedan with rough leather and thick flesh. The door was open, and people could see at a glance the rucksack and double-barreled shotgun placed in the passenger seat.

"Your breakfast." Spant walked to the jeep and handed the khaki paper bag in his hand to the slowly descending glass window.

"What is it?" Shang Jianyao took it and opened it eagerly.

Inside are buns stuffed with sausage and pickled cucumbers.

"Pure meat." Spant said, pointing to the sausages.

This is a pretty good breakfast in Gerstburg.

"Deformed meat?" Shang Jianyao asked.

"What else?" Spant said with a smile, "Natural meat sausages are too expensive, and the meal fee provided by the boss is not enough."

Although Gerstberg is located close to the ice sheet, it is extremely cold every year from late autumn to early spring. However, at other times, the climate is relatively normal. However, there is a lack of basic electrical appliances here. Even if the power supply is sufficient, not many people have refrigerators. So in order to preserve meat for a long time, smoking and curing are essential.

——The electrical appliances in Gerstburg mainly come from the ruins of the surrounding cities, but only a few of them can be truly repaired after they are brought back, and most of them have to be dismantled and sold for parts.

"Oh..." Shang Jianyao didn't care at all and enthusiastically distributed the bread with sausage and pickled cucumbers.

He has long wanted to taste the taste of abnormal meat.

Based on their genetically modified physical conditions, as long as they don't eat it for a long time, it won't have any impact.

After taking a big bite and chewing for a while, Shang Jianyao commented:

"It's not much different from normal, ordinary meat, but it has a stronger smell."

Even after they are made into sausages, they still have a bit of a smell, which is enough to explain the original situation.

"Yes." Long Yuehong felt the same way.

After they finished their breakfast with their own water bags, Spanter honked the horn, indicating that they could follow his vehicle and set off.

After driving along the street for a while, the two cars successively bypassed the castle and entered the road out of the city next to the factory area.

The blast furnaces and chimneys immediately caught the eyes of several members of the "Old Tune Group".

They spray thin, grey, yellow or black smoke upwards, like fingers reaching into the sky.

Shang Jianyao sighed sincerely:

"This is the real Buddhist holy land!"

Long Yuehong and others had no way to refute.

The two cars, one behind the other, drove out of Gerstburg along the cement road and towards the nearby mountains.

On the way, they saw the railway tracks and roads connecting the mines in the mountains, as well as a train loaded with goods and a truck of various strange styles passing by.

In about ten minutes, Spante's brown-green sedan truck and the "Old Tune Team" jeep officially entered the mountainous area.

The green on both sides gradually becomes more and more, and the road becomes more winding and winding. From time to time, you can see bare mountains, collapsed cliffs and black water.

The two cars passed each mine without stopping, and kept going deeper.

The road conditions limited their speed. About thirty or forty minutes later, Spant said through the car intercom:

"Coming.

"Remember, don't talk nonsense, let me negotiate."

He had long noticed that the tallest man, Doug, had a penchant for cutting in.

"No problem." Jiang Baimian didn't want to cause a lot of trouble over the two knight gold coins and affect the subsequent investigation. Therefore, she was very determined to keep Shang Jianyao under control and not let him play freely.

Shang Jianyao turned his body sideways and told Long Yuehong and Gnawa in the back row:

"You two must have heard it. Silence is golden when the time comes. Leave it to Spante to handle it."

Haha... Long Yuehong completed the slander in the shortest way.

"What if he can't handle it?" asked the honest Gnawa.

Shang Jianyao suddenly laughed:

"Then we can only do it reluctantly."

I hope it won't come to this... Long Yuehong didn't dare to say these words.

After another two or three minutes, an open area appeared ahead, surrounded by old trees and several old-world red river-style villas.

The villas seemed to have been restored and showed no signs of decay, and their parking lots were connected to each other on the edge of the woods.

At this time, there were more than a dozen cars and thirty or forty people in the parking lot. Jiang Baimian took a quick look and found that the trucks, cars, and vans carrying goods were either tightly tied with raincloths or covered with raincoats. The body of the car is blocked, or the windows are covered with dark plastic film, making it impossible to see the rear half of the interior.

And most of those people's equipment can be said to be sophisticated, including bulletproof vests, assault rifles, grenades, walkie-talkies, grenade guns...

The equipment of the other twelve or three people was relatively poor. They were clustered around different vehicles. They mainly had rifles, pistols, shotguns and modified shotguns, and only a few were holding submachine guns.

There is no doubt that none of them have bulletproof vests, their clothes are different, and their temperaments allow Bai Chen to determine that these are ruin hunters without asking.

His own subordinates plus a few hired relic hunter teams... Jiang Baimian nodded thoughtfully and motioned to Shang Jianyao to follow Spante to find a parking place.

They were the last to arrive, and all the good spots were occupied, and they could only find two spots in the corners of the parking lot.

This is also in line with Jiang Baimian's thoughts.

Because a lion fights a rabbit with all his strength, not to mention this kind of mysterious commission that declares certain risks in advance, so the "old tune team" will not casually participate in the task, and intends to be fully armed to guard against accidents.

As soon as they got out of the car, a man in a gray coat came over and stopped in front of Spant.

This man is in his thirties, with a face with hard lines, as if carved from stone, a hook-shaped nose, short brown hair, light blue eyes, and a serious smile.

He was carrying a Red River pistol with 9mm bullets and no other weapons, which made him look very unique.

Of course, he wore a bulletproof vest under his coat.

"You were almost late." The man gave Spant an unceremonious lesson.

Spant smiled:

"Mr. Sandro, we encountered a car accident on the road and were stuck in traffic for a while."

This is undoubtedly false, just an excuse.

Sandro did not dwell on this issue and said bluntly:

"I'll give you ten minutes to prepare.

“During the mission, you are responsible for driving your own car, leading the way, observing the situation on both sides at all times, and intercepting oncoming vehicles that may cause problems.

"When I return to Gerstburg, I will go to the Hunters Guild to pay you."

His eyes swept across Gnawa, and he nodded slightly, seeming quite satisfied with Spant's team.

This may be the reason why he didn't notice that Spant and others were almost late.

After saying that, Sandro turned around and walked towards the other team of ruin hunters.

"Is this the employer?" Shang Jianyao, who had been holding back for a while, asked curiously.

"Yes, he is our employer, but he is not the owner of this cargo. He is the security director of the owner of the cargo, and he used to be a very powerful relic hunter." Spant introduced casually.

He turned to ask:

"Do you need to prepare?"

"Need it." Jiang Baimian glanced at the large army and saw that their view here was blocked by Spante's car card, so he went around to the trunk and lifted out the crates one by one.

"What are these?" Spant was a little curious.

No one answered him. Several members of the "old tune team" opened the crates and helped each other put on their equipment.

A military exoskeleton device! Two, three... one bionic smart armor, two... Spant's eyes gradually widened, and his mouth forgot to close.

What's going on with this team?

What's going on?

Why would a team like them take on a mission worth only two Grand Knight gold coins?

Could their real purpose be to rob the goods?