The two of them didn't say a word when they returned to the room from the hallway, and the silence was broken only when Kasia took out the panorama map alone and spread it out on the table. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Even if there are huge problems and hidden dangers in his will and spirit, he still has to take the task as the first priority, and the exercise does not exist all the time, and all he can do is to sharpen his heart in the continuous task.

By the time the two of them had once again finalized the general steps for the future, it was past one o'clock in the morning, and the outskirts of the city were as quiet as a dry well in the night, as lonely as nothing.

On the map in front of me, different ranges of large and small have been circled with red pens. Nearby, there was the underground sewer map that Carla had David buy from the City Authority this afternoon, and it was also covered with bright red markings, and it was a jumble of intersecting and intertwined that concealed most of the new faces that had recently arrived in the Oasis of Grun.

The most of the new faces are arms smugglers. According to the news obtained from Li, the reason why Nolita suddenly appeared in the Gerun Oasis is probably because of an urban legend that has been circulating here for more than ten years, which is about a treasure that allows them to be promoted in the dark world.

Arms smugglers are a low-ranking position in their dark world, too cheap. As long as there is a sum of money to open the way, anyone who wants to eat this bite of food will probably be able to enter the door in a very fast time. But in their world, status is the same as in the empire, and this kind of lowly business is not a job, and the acquisition of money is often tied to their own lives.

The number of leper dogs who eat black and don't pay for the goods is like sand in the desert, but you can't do anything about them. A bullet can only break their heads, but the money that should be received cannot drift into their pockets with the bullet being discharged.

It's not easy for everyone to live in all walks of life.

Therefore, many arms smugglers, even if they are rich people, are also creditors. Those who are below owe them, and they owe a higher level. If they are not happy, they can always ask for a sum of money, and then smash the head of the leper dog in front of them with a gun, and the people above will do the same to them.

Perhaps fed up with this kind of life, Nolida, who is thriving in the arms smuggling business, first wants to get involved in a higher status when the empire is about to be turbulent, otherwise his life is still a boat on the sea, and it is only a matter of how long the tide will come. So he came to the Oasis of Grun, a new, but decaying city, which not so long ago exuded a strong fragrance that attracted too many people. They are all the same people as Nolida, they chased the throne of power and money, and they came here together.

It was the news they had heard by chance from someone else, that the empire had mined pyroxene here, and that the dense underground waterways beneath the city's ground were actually the same ones that craftsmen had mined at the time. The Imperial officials who oversaw it at the time deliberately kept an unmined area for their own pockets during the mining period. But before he could enjoy this huge amount of money, he was disposed of by the empire for other crimes.

This incident sounds somewhat fictional.

At first, Nolida came here only to do business, it is still a new city with a vast market, and the demand for weapons and ammunition in the shadow is greater than he imagined.

While continuing to do the business of selling weapons, he happened to think of the long-rumored urban legend, just like the things that our parents told us when we were children that we must not do, in fact, how many of us secretly did it without being able to resist curiosity. Curiosity kills cats, but it also makes too many people in this world to count.

So he bought a few underground sewer layout plans, which can be regarded as a job like sitting down and resting after dinner, but he didn't expect that he really found that treasure.

Groups of arms dealers, mixed with people from all walks of life, smelled the rotten smell of money and power, and they wanted to verify the truth of the matter for themselves, but also to get a piece of the pie.

Kasia put the map away, an urban legend that had been confirmed by someone else's mouth on his way back. It has been around for a long time, and has been talked about by many people before, especially the first aborigines of the city, when they were children, and the time and experience of exploring the smelly underground waterways was not much less than that of these arms dealers today.

But sometimes, it takes some luck to get things done, which may not be the key to success, but it can't be denied that it is definitely a huge help to get things done.

In the end, the plan of the two was divided into two parts, and the situation inside the underground sewers was more or less taken over by Kasia, who was more adept at using and fighting with weapons at close range. Kara, on the other hand, is in charge of the city's superficial affairs, and the sniper rifles are repelled in the underground waterways, and they are indeed the enemy of the sniper rifles that need to see and distance when they bend irregularly.

"Thank you just now. Kasia said as she walked out of Kara's room.

"No, I don't want to suddenly lose such a capable ally as you in the middle of a mission. Carla still said in a nonchalant voice, "Remember to open the door, tomorrow you're going to be a rat, get some rest." ”

That being said, Kasia returned to her room with no desire to sleep at all. He got out of bed, his hands on the ground and I don't know how many push-ups he had been doing, the sweat on his face dripping down, and a puddle of water had accumulated on the floor in front of him, and his whole body was steaming hot.

"I'm tired. He said, a hot sensation in his arms and abdomen.

Lying back in bed, my body was indeed tired, but my spirit became more cheerful. His eyes were wide open, and in the dark room, without spreading his cross pupils, he could see a little of the extremely vague outline of the ceiling.

The face in the mirror really wasn't something that could be forgotten, and inside Kasia's closed eyelids, the eyeballs were shaking.

It seemed that he had been sleepless all night, and when it was time for some time, Kasia guessed that it was until the early hours of the morning, and he fell asleep.

Then, perhaps less than three hours later, at eight o'clock in the morning, there was a knock at the door.

It wasn't Jetrin, it was Kara, and then he opened his eyes.

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Gustin and the three people around him were silent, with regret and sadness on them, and they had lost another teammate here. The desert trip made them understand the camaraderie and importance of their teammates for the first time, and now they once again learned how happy and fluid life can be, and maybe the next person to lie on the ground may be themselves.

The intelligence bought with money is accurate, and there is only one more defender, which is definitely an acceptable range. And the timing of their attack was quite skillful, and between everyone's exhaustion and panic, the battle should have been carried out step by step according to their plan. But when one of the enemies suddenly lit up with golden cross pupils, they were also in a mess at that time.

Temporary reflexes and judgments, these are things they can't learn in the military school. The impermanence and suddenness of the mission is the main reason why the students die and their names are included in the attrition list. They saw the surgeon as too special, so they fell on their backs.

It was impossible for the remaining four to remove the body, so it was left neat and quiet. The wills have been taken back by the military school, and all they can do is sprinkle a few more layers of lime on the corpse to prevent it from decomposing prematurely, so that the corpse can be left for a few more days before it is eaten by the ubiquitous rats.

Then they began to carry ammunition and firearms. The safe that had been placed aside was violently destroyed by Gustin, and all the banknotes stacked inside were put into canvas bags.

"Captain, come and take a look, we seem to have found something interesting!" was Krichens' remark, his yellowish gauze stained with spurts of blood from the man he had cut his carotid artery.

All students of military schools, after graduation, can become an anatomist, which is very good. This is a few of their favorite jokes, because apart from some professional doctors, people who can understand the structure of the human body like they do, except for some artists, there should be no one else.

Gustin walked over with the bulging bag, and with an excited smile on his face, Crichens pointed to the cavity hidden under the ammunition box, where there was a glimmer of light, emitted by fluorescent plants that lived in the dark all year round, as written in the books of the military school.

The cavity seemed to be an entrance, for there was still a rope ladder hanging from it, and the other end was submerged into the darkness like water. There was the sound of running water and the pervasive smell of sourness.

"Is there a sewer down there?" asked Gustin.

"Probably not, we don't have the waterway logo on the map we have on it. "It's another teammate's voice, female.

"Klitschs, do you know?" Gustin looked at Klitsch's excited and smiling face, which contained something underneath.

"Of course!" he bared two rows of white teeth, and raised a thin book that had come out of nowhere, the black cover full of old man-like wrinkles, and a few barely legible flying fonts—a collection of urban legends.