Mecha Journey

"Yang Mu, why are you still so calm?" Sitting in the shaking cabin, Quinn turned his head and said to Yang Mu, who was sitting beside him with his eyes closed and concentrating.

Yang Mu opened his eyes, glanced at Quinn, and said, "What's wrong, Quinn, what are you afraid of?"

Quinn shook his head and said nothing, but kept scanning the surroundings with his eyes.

Yang Mu and Quinn are currently on a cargo spacecraft on a level four habitable star in the Avala star field.

The name of this level four livable planet is Moka. In this star field, this name means exile.

Yesterday, Yang Mu and Quinn were picked up by a cargo spacecraft on the space battleship, and then stayed in their cargo hold. They descended to the surface of the planet with the cargo spacecraft.

This is a spaceship that can be called an antique. When you come here, you will feel disconnected from the real world. The warehouse is filled with all kinds of inexplicable smells, pungent and turbid.

What Quinn was looking at now was a man on the opposite side of the warehouse, naked to the waist, lying on the cargo box, waving a small knife in his hand.

As for why Quinn looked at each other like this, it was because when Quinn and Yang Mu first boarded the ship, as soon as the hatch was closed, this young man of similar age held a steel knife against Quinn's chest. , asking him to hand over all his valuables.

Of course, he didn't succeed in the end. Yang Mu just reached out and grabbed the opponent's knife with an elbow strike, and snatched the opponent's knife away, leaving a mark on the opponent's face.

The captain came here in time and scolded the young man, but he just scolded a few words and said nothing more. The young man lay aside minding his own business. The captain just glanced at Yang Mu and Quinn. He didn't do anything and left expressionlessly.

It was only at that moment that Yang Mu realized the situation here.

These people seemed to have inexplicable hostility towards themselves and others, and it seemed that even if they had nothing wrong with them, they would not look kindly on them.

It seems that the situation of the intervention corps here is not good.

Quinn looked at Yang Mu's calm expression and swallowed silently without saying anything else.

The encounter just now was still very shocking to this nineteen-year-old boy. Only by looking at Yang Mu's indifferent expression could he feel a little relieved.

"You two are here to fight too?" At this moment, the boy who had been lying down suddenly spoke. Yang Mu and Quinn both raised their heads. Quinn looked at Yang Mu, and Yang Mu grinned. Said with a smile.

"Why do you say that?"

As soon as the words came out, the boy who was lying on the cargo box immediately sat up cross-legged, and Yang Mu could feel that Quinn's muscles next to him suddenly tightened a little.

"Hmph, aren't you people just here to cause trouble?"

The mixed-haired boy spoke, not hiding the hostile look in his eyes.

"You keep saying you are here to help us, but you are still making a mess."

"In that case, why do you still accept the task of transporting us?" Yang Mu did not answer the other party's question, but asked instead.

The spinning knife in the hand of the young man with mixed hair stopped for a moment, and he looked at Yang Mu with a very unkind look. Finally, he let out a cold "hum", then lay down with his legs crossed again, and stopped talking.

Yang Mu stopped talking when he saw the other party. He also closed his eyes and rested his mind. The only sound left in the entire warehouse was the vibration of the spacecraft.

…

Half an hour later, the spacecraft landed. Yang Mu and Quinn walked out of the cargo hold of the old spaceship and set foot on this foreign land. The first thing they saw was dust and a rolling heat wave.

"Yang Mu, what the hell is this place? Damn it, it's so hot, it's going to... bah bah bah!"

Quinn put on his backpack, covered his face with one hand, and said next to Yang Mu, but before he finished speaking, he took a mouthful of sand.

Yang Mu also moved forward against the wind, and then saw two people wearing black military uniforms not far away from the plain area that could be called the airport.

Yang Mu dragged Quinn towards that side. The two people seemed to have seen Yang Mu and also walked towards Yang Mu.

The four people met, and Yang Mu saw clearly the two people in front of him. One was a man with a generous face, walking in front, and a thin-faced man behind him.

There is nothing different between the two people except this, bronze skin, chapped lips, and wrinkles all over their faces.

"Hello, are these Yang Mu and Quinn Wilson?" The man with a kind face came forward. Yang Mu and Quinn both stood up and saluted, and took out their IDs from their military uniforms for him to check.

The man behind was holding a small stick in his mouth, and his eyes were constantly scanning Yang Mu and Quinn.

The middle-aged man scanned the built-in chip on the ID with an instrument and obtained the data of the two people. Then he nodded and spoke to the two people again.

"It's too windy here. Let's go back to the camp first. Welcome to the Intervention Corps." With that said, he motioned Yang Mu to follow the thin man to the military off-road vehicle not far away, while the middle-aged man went to the spaceship. From his position, he directed the other two trucks to pull supplies from the spacecraft.

"Phew, this damn place."

After getting in the car and closing the door, Quinn kept dusting himself off and said to Yang Mu.

Yang Mu didn't speak, just silently cleaning the dust on his body.

But at this time, the thin man sitting in the driver's seat spoke.

"Hmph, it's a hell of a place. When you stay here for a few days, you will know what a hell of a place this place is." With that said, the man spat out the last stick and put it in his pocket. Digged.

A lollipop, it seems that this guy was just eating candy.

"Hello, sir, what's your name, sir?" At this time, Quinn began to use his ability to communicate with others and said immediately.

"Hmph, just call me Black Scorpion. It fits this damn place perfectly."

"Senior, I mean your real name." Quinn explained again.

"You don't need to know this. Anyway, a nobody like me is insignificant to those of you who come here to get gold." The thin man who said with a disdainful tone turned around and looked at the faces of Yang Mu and Quinn. Ichiban said again.

"But to be honest, what do you guys, who look like you are from the upper class, think of coming here to get gold plated?"

"It's very common to lose lives here."

After hearing the other party's words, Quinn did not reply, but turned to look at Yang Mu.

Yang Mu didn't pay any attention to these situations. He just checked on the watch in his hand to see if there was any mission information. However, after finding that there was no signal, Yang Mu had no choice but to lean on his seat and close his eyes to rest.

Seeing Yang Mu's attitude, the guy nicknamed Black Scorpion didn't seem angry at all. He just turned around again, and Quinn also laughed and started chatting with him.

A few minutes later, the middle-aged man with a kind face also got into the car and directed them towards the camp.

On the way, Yang Mu learned that this middle-aged man was the captain of the camp here and the highest-ranking officer here. His name was Zhang Feng, from the New Qin Star Region.

…

Arriving at the camp, Yang Mu and Quinn stepped out of the car. The sight they saw surprised them, especially Quinn.

The camp in front of us occupies a small area and is surrounded by three two-story buildings. It is surrounded by a four-meter-high wall. Inside and outside the wall, there are positions composed of sand nets to fix the wall.

There is no green at all around the entire camp, and there is a background of yellow sand all around. Only under a large valley not far from the camp, many buildings can be seen.

According to Zhang Feng, there is the only town within hundreds of miles, Shavalon Town.

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Mandarin is spoken all over the world, hehe.