Gunfire, Punk and Necromancer

Zhuang Xuteng solved part of the problem, but new confusion also emerged. In his heart, he had a vague feeling that the alliance of the four major companies was not purely for profit, and even profit was not the most important part of the whole thing. He had only discovered the tip of the iceberg so far. Compared with movies and cars, the profits of social public work sites are extremely low, or there may even be no profits at all. The money earned from movies and cars needs to be invested.

"Unless the price of implants is reduced to the level of radios and televisions, it will be difficult to break even with the execution of puppets. And establishing social public work stations and replacing labor with executions of puppets will only extend the working hours. The execution of puppets The work efficiency is lower than that of ordinary workers. It only has some advantages in the total amount of work. But with the increase in workload, can the cost of establishing social public work points be earned?"

Questions...many questions...Zhuang Xuteng raised the questions but didn't know how to solve them. If there is no solution, thinking is a waste of brain power. He stopped quickly to avoid becoming like Kelly. Looking back on his own thoughts, Zhuang Xuteng found that the most interesting thing was the process of raising these questions. A mercenary shouldn't think about so many things that have nothing to do with entrusting tasks or making money, and his actual level of education should not be able to support such thinking.

These thoughts came from the knowledge left to him by Qian, the owner of Baiqi Grocery Store. The article on the stone pillar inspired Zhuang Xuteng and gave him the eyes to discover problems. What he lacks now is a way to solve the problem. Maybe those articles will also have content about this.

So Zhuang Xuteng made a plan to prioritize practicing spells, mastering "multi-tentacle sensing", and studying hard when he ran out of mana. Social problems must be huge. Zhuang Xuteng actually does not have the confidence to truly solve the problem. His greatest wish is to understand the ins and outs, think of ways to solve the problem, and then leave the problem-solving work to others. In real life, he needs to be realistic and prioritize improving his strength. If we can't deal with the threat of corporate augmented people, then all thinking will be just smoke and mirrors.

"Even if you can't break into the industrial park, most of it is a production line. Apart from satisfying curiosity, you won't get much profit at all. Damn it, I'm going to steal a car full of safety blues, and I have to find a place to get out. Sell ​​the stolen goods. Besides, if you want this kind of harvest, wouldn't it be a hundred times easier to intercept the car outside than to enter the park, steal the car and run away?"

After thinking about this, Zhuang Xuteng packed up and prepared to return to Peicheng. There was still a lot of things to do back home, not only the continued search for Palovic, but also the middleman war that would start without knowing when. He called the front desk and asked them to help book a business class ticket back to Peicheng. His mobile phone accepted the call and displayed a text message in front of his field of vision: Situation 3, Mike.

Situation 1 means something happened, come back quickly to save lives; Situation 2 means signs of danger are discovered, and you need to return to make preparations; Situation 3 means the task assigned to Mike has made important progress, and you need to contact him as soon as possible to get new instructions.

The encrypted communication channel provided by Meteor to the mercenaries is based on communication base station technology. It can only cover the area of ​​Peicheng and cannot extend to the capital Constitution City. Mike was not a mercenary, just a temporary assistant who was with him, so Zhuang Xuteng did not teach him the secret words and code words. After thinking for a moment, he could only call directly. The first sentence at the beginning told him to pay attention to his speech. The line was not encrypted at all.

"Uh... uh..." Mike hesitated for a moment and said, "I got some clues and may be able to establish a connection."

"I'll go back as soon as possible." Zhuang Xuteng immediately understood that he must be looking for the Gardeners Organization and Palovich. This is the most important thing at the moment.

"The sooner the better because there's probably only a six-hour window left."

"I'll do it as soon as possible." Zhuang Xuteng frowned and said, "Bring all your equipment and wait at the music restaurant. I'll contact you after I confirm the transportation."

Taking a train for six hours is absolutely useless. If you have a sports car and maximize its performance, it might be possible. Zhuang Xuteng immediately called the front desk and said, "I need to return to Peicheng within four hours. What can I do?"

"You can only fly, sir. Do you have a private plane?"

"No. But there can be."

As soon as these words came out, the hotel front desk knew that the guests in the "Prince Suite" were in a hurry and were willing to pay. "It's too late to buy a plane now, and applying for air routes is also very complicated. Sir, if you are willing, you can use gold-level or above medical insurance services to achieve quick travel results."

"Huh? Is there such a way? I have this level of medical insurance..." Zhuang Xuteng thought for a while and said, "Come up immediately and settle this matter face to face."

"Sir, wait a moment, I'll be right away."

There are many scammers these days, but scammers cannot get real gold-level medical insurance—unless they are the kind of top scammers who have become famous and made a lot of money. And face-to-face conversation is the front desk clerk’s favorite scene, which means he can get a lot of tips. To make a living in a high-end hotel, abiding by rules and regulations and doing your job well are only the foundation of the foundation. Being able to help guests solve various needs is the most important way to survive in this industry.

Two employees, a man and a woman, knocked on Zhuang Xuteng's door within three minutes. The male employee who answered the phone before was responsible for contact work, and the female employee carrying the box was responsible for doing accounts and collecting money.

"Gold level insurance and above can apply for emergency surgery and transport time-limited living implants by plane. They have the right to fly first and apply later, and the plane is on standby at any time. The cost of this kind of service is higher than that of a private plane..."

"How much is the total?" Zhuang Xuteng glanced at the clock and said.

The female employee showed the calculator to Zhuang Xuteng. It showed a seven-digit number starting with 1.

"Okay!" Zhuang Xuteng was afraid that once he bargained, the two people in front of him would back down and make the matter dirty. He had heard of similar things before, where mercenaries worried about money, but the broker who had control of the service channels saw through the truth. In the end, the money was lost and nothing was done.

Fortunately, a lot of the stolen goods he had snatched back from the gang elders' houses had been cashed in, and the clean money that had been cleaned at all levels was continuously injected into his account. It would be no problem to swipe more than one million from the card. The woman opened the box and found eight different card readers neatly placed inside, belonging to several banks.

"Let's make arrangements, we won't be short of money." Even so, the male employee started calling after Zhuang Xuteng took out his card and swiped it for the first time.

Didi, didi... The woman swiped her card skillfully, bound the printed list and handed it to Zhuang Xuteng. She dared to risk her life to guarantee that the eight correct numbers would add up to the result she just showed. How much of it belongs to the insurance company's medical team, how much to their brokers, and how much to the hotel as dividends, Zhuang Xuteng doesn't know and is not interested. These people have their own circles, just like the mercenary-middlemen have their own circles. In fact, finding a middleman can solve this problem, and you may save money, but the advantage of expensive brokers is that they are more strict.

"Sir, the emergency helicopter has been launched and is expected to park on the top floor of the hotel in ten minutes. It will take you into the airport, where the high-speed plane from the medical center is waiting for you. All procedures will be completed automatically for you. During the entire process, except for raising No questions need to be answered, and I recommend saying nothing before takeoff - to avoid getting into trouble."

The male employee motioned to Zhuang Xuteng to pack his things, and then explained: "If there is a random inspection, it means that the air traffic control personnel of the Constitutional Army are short of money. Don't worry, the flight team and the medical center will be responsible for settling the matter, and the Constitutional Army has no right to prevent the aircraft from taking off unless Someone is showing obvious flaws - which is why it's best if you don't say anything."

"After taking off, you can ask them to provide services, such as sitting more comfortably, covering yourself with blankets, etc. The plane is not as good as a passenger plane, so I can only ask you to be patient. They will fly at the fastest speed, so it won't take too long. For a long time. Excuse me, which airport are you going to land at?”

"The airport is too slow. I fly uptown, open the door, and jump right out."

A man and a woman stared with wide eyes, gasped, and showed surprised expressions. They were also professionals, so they immediately controlled and restrained their expressions and didn't ask any questions. Just like Zhuang Xuteng chose not to bargain in order not to show cowardice, they could not show any curiosity about "how do you jump out of a plane without dying?" Even if the customer wants to commit suicide by jumping out of a plane, it doesn't matter to them, especially if the customer has already paid.

All the money has been spent, and you can do whatever you want. Whether you have the ability to do it is a question on another level.

The man and woman accompanied Zhuang Xuteng in the elevator to the top floor, where the ambulance helicopter was landing. This kind of helicopter not only has the same full set of first aid equipment and emergency doctors as the ambulance, but also a four-person combat team, whose equipment configuration is between the police and the constitutional army. Constitution City, the capital, is full of company security forces, so there is no department like the Peicheng riot squad. But a large number of armed bodyguards at emergency centers can basically do the same job.

The helicopter landed steadily, the door opened, and the people inside stretched out their hands to drag Zhuang Xuteng up. "Pei Cheng?" he asked, Zhuang Xuteng nodded, but no one else on the plane said anything else.

To be honest, the helicopter ride was very uncomfortable. They were driving too hard, and there were many high-rise buildings in Constitution City, the capital, and the complex airflow launched surprise attacks at random. Helicopters were particularly sensitive to this. Fortunately, the pilot had no problem with showing off his skills. All his actions were to shorten the flight time. When he arrived near the airport, in order to avoid hitting other planes, he could only fly low and close to the airport, bypassing the private commercial apron.

He landed hard and touched the ground gently, demonstrating his superb flying skills. At least he was better than Go Gongdao when it came to landing. The hatch opened, and four armed bodyguards jumped out first, then formed a square formation to protect Zhuang Xuteng and an emergency doctor. The doctor was holding the implant storage box with an anxious look on his face, as if he was really transporting the living implant in an emergency.

Perhaps the action was too fast, and the air traffic control and airport military police of the Constitutional Army did not have time to react, so the drama of being questioned did not occur. Zhuang Xuteng boarded the plane and was assigned a seat near the front. The acting box was handed over first, placed on the side of the cabin door, waited for three seconds, and then handed it out.

It is empty inside, and various documents and reports will be generated when the transfer of asset control rights is involved, so there is no need to actually take it away; however, there must be strict monitoring at the airport, and there will even be inspections afterwards, and there is a high probability that it will be contacted by the Constitutional Army air traffic control. The department is related, so there is still a show. Zhuang Xuteng sat in the front row, observing this mature industry with interest. When other people's eyes turned to him, he also acted, putting on a series of expressions of anxiety, sadness and encouragement.

The plane immediately slid onto the runway, directly recharged its power, and soared bravely into the sky. Zhuang Xuteng will definitely use his sensing tentacles to check every corner of the plane, and of course he will also eavesdrop on the pilot's actions. Their forceful take-off action caused the airport personnel to yell at each other, but of course the scolding was of no use as everyone knew they would fly like this again next time.

After entering level flight, you could move around in the cabin, and a pilot came over to confirm with Zhuang Xuteng whether he really wanted to open the door and jump out of the plane. "I have an implant, so I can't fall to death." Zhuang Xuteng confirmed that he would do his best to save time. "But if you give me a parachute, I won't object."

"There are no parachutes for human use, but there are parachutes for dropping supplies, which can be used." The pilot said: "At least use the parachute to slow down. When you are close to the ground, you are using your skills. It is best not to use that parachute to keep falling. To the ground..."

"Why?" Zhuang Xuteng asked.

"The parachute used for airdrops does not have the ability to adjust the direction. It will follow the wind wherever it blows. Moreover, they are all produced outsourced, and whichever one is cheaper is used. As a result, its landing posture is very unstable, and many people have been killed. "The pilot said: "The manufacturer blames the problem on the people waiting for the airdrop below, saying that they are not professional enough, and also blames the cross wind on the ground. What I mean is, don't rely on the performance of the airdrop parachute."

Zhuang Xuteng smiled and then accepted the parachute. The pilot didn't ask for any extra money, which made him feel good. After two and a half hours of rapid flight, Peicheng appeared in sight, and Zhuang Xuteng also arrived at the rear of the cabin under the arrangement of the pilot.

The plane slowed down and the tailgate opened. When it reached the edge of the upper city, they signaled to Zhuang Xuteng that he could jump. So he jumped out, and the parachute bag was pulled open and unfolded by the traction rope behind him. An upward force pulled Zhuang Xuteng violently, and he began to land slowly.

The plane transporting it closed its tailgate, turned slightly, and headed straight for the airport without any hesitation.

When he was close to the height of the building, Zhuang Xuteng cut off the parachute rope, used levitation to control the gliding trajectory, and headed towards the music restaurant.

Mike was still anxiously waiting for Zhuang Xuteng's call, while staring at the shrinking time window. Suddenly, Zhuang Xuteng appeared in front of him, standing firmly in the middle of the parking lot behind the music restaurant. He rubbed his eyes, feeling incredible, because there was no one in that place a second ago, he was sure.