binary dead train

Chapter 440 The Messenger
"Lie on the ground!" "Don't move!"

A team of soldiers was divided into three, some spread out to check the scene, some surrounded the vehicle to check the condition of the vehicle, and three company soldiers surrounded the obedient Turings, pointing their guns and shouting from the vehicle. An engineer came.

"Report your identities." The cutting equipment of the exoskeleton engineer sizzled, and three guns were pointed at the two Turings, and they did not give up their guard because of the identity of the wounded.

"Don't shoot! I'm just a reporter!"

"Reporter?" The three soldiers looked at each other, "What about this young lady?"

"This is my assistant, we are here to report the war in Banga!"

The leader looked at Turing for a while, and after finding the camera under him, he slightly lowered the muzzle of the gun, but did not move away.

"Tell the name and then tell us what's going on here."

"I said, man, we are still under your car, can we ask after we get out?" Turing made a helpless look.

"You are already in the process of rescue." The muzzle of the depressed gun was raised again, "You have 3 minutes to tell us what happened here. I think as a reporter, you should have excellent generalization skills."

Turing informed several people of the raid that took place here with a "face full of helplessness", while showing hesitation and trembling.

The soldiers on this side listened to Turing talking nonsense, while the soldiers on the other side had already reported the information to the superiors in the convoy:
"Report. This is our special service vehicle. The operation report is to transport light materials, but it appears here now. It should be the 'private work' of some people in the company, but the wilderness scavenger has done something to them."

As he spoke, the soldier kicked the corpse of the gangster man under his feet, and glanced at the two Turings who were being questioned not far away:
"'Messenger' is in the car, I think our whereabouts should be kept top secret...Okay, I see."

With that said, the soldier inserted himself in front of Turing:
"The basic situation has been roughly understood, and we don't need to live."

In an instant, several people raised their guns and aimed at Turing and the two of them. The engineer loosened the half-cut iron sheet of the vehicle and got up and retreated. The situation took a turn for the worse.

Turing's eyes flashed coldly, and the phantom limb was ready to go, but at this moment, the walkie-talkie on the soldier's chest rang:

"Put down the gun."

It was a cold female voice, and several soldiers were obviously stunned for a moment, and slightly lowered their guns in a slow gesture:
"Sir, do you have any orders?"

"What are you going to do when you come to Bangka?"

And Turing, who was still under the car, seemed to be frightened, and he replied bumpily under the urging of the soldiers:
"When...of course...reporting on the Bunga Field...we...we're going to the Northwest Field."

"Unfortunately, war reporters are not welcome on the western front of Bangka, especially the terrorist organizations in the northwest. Don't ruin your life for a little profit." The cold female voice answered directly, and then ordered the soldiers before Turing could speak:

"Take them to the car."

Now, several soldiers were stunned:
"This……"

"It's just two ordinary people. Although it's different from the past, don't forget who you used to be."

Several soldiers looked at each other for a while, and finally put down their guns.The engineering soldiers also returned to the two of them to help them get out of trouble.

Turing and the two were taken into the car in such a daze, and sat with a group of exoskeleton soldiers.Although I don't know who the woman who spoke is, but according to the meaning of the other party's words, the people in this train team seem to have a background in the Nine Divisions.

Now it is Wu's Heavy Industry's Eve State Ninth Division, which naturally retains a large number of former Ninth Division members, but more of them are newly recruited soldiers and employees.

For example, in those subordinate institutions that Turing destroyed, there were hardly a few people who used to be from Yezhou Jiuke.

In other words, this convoy seems to be a "pro-guard".

The guards acted vigorously and in a hurry. After confirming the basic situation, they hurriedly took care of the situation on the scene, and did not investigate too much the corpses that were obviously caused by the killing of wild beasts, so they hurriedly ended their journey.

Obviously, they have more important tasks.

Along the way, the two were caught in the corner by these exoskeleton soldiers, and the female voice did not come again. Turing could only use his apparent identity and speaking skills to convey some information to Alicia.

Soon, a khaki city wall came out of the narrow window.

The cracked gravel roads and not-so-tall sandstone buildings reveal mottled gaps and wall holes, which are supported by various mixed materials.Bangka guards with turbans are standing next to the windswept checkpoint. Various rough technological roadblocks and a small number of sophisticated Tektronix technological instruments are intertwined, and the shadows of Wu's Heavy Industries soldiers can be faintly seen beside them.

And behind this, there is a medium-sized settlement city——

A large number of sheds are supported between the sandstone staggered buildings.On both sides of the relatively spacious road with almost no infrastructure, vendors with tents are sparsely crowded.Dark-skinned Banga accounted for only half of the walking crowd.

This is the border city of Banga - the city of sand dunes - Gema.

This country is covered by a large number of deserts, and Turing, from Yezhou to Bangka, except for the entry gate, is an endless desert.And passing through this desert is the real south of Bangka.

At the time of the customs inspection, a middle-aged soldier came to Turing from the front of the carriage, and politely invited the two of them out of the carriage.

But what surprised Turing was that before the other party left, he brought a sentence to Turing:

"At ten o'clock tonight, there is a car going to Yezhou. Before ten o'clock, go to the Sandworm Bar and find a man named Mamalos, and say that he is a guest of the 'Messenger', and he will arrange everything for you."

Mamaros, this is the third time Turing has heard this name.

"Messenger? But you..."

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, and don't say what you shouldn't say. This place is just a mass grave. If I were you, I wouldn't think about going to the northwest, but go back to Yezhou honestly."

After speaking, without giving Turing a chance to ask any more questions, he turned and got into the car.

The convoy flew away in front of the eyes of the two, and the camouflaged expression adjusted by the holographic image gradually returned to normal.

"Sir, they seem to be... pretty good?"

Alicia blinked her big eyes and looked at Turing.

"Maybe it's because their leader used to be a errand. It's time to go, little genius. You'll be targeted again if we stick around for a while."

After finishing speaking, Turing pulled Auricia to avoid the sight of those Banga people, and quickly entered the city on the sand dunes.

The city is small, but the population is large.The streets were filled with all kinds of mercenaries. Turing saw no less than seven kinds of clothing or logos that represented his identity, and almost everyone was armed with guns. Their eyes were extremely aggressive. They were either soldiers or thugs.

Just a few minutes after Turing and Océlia entered the city, countless eyes have already glanced at Océlia's face covered by the dust scarf, showing obvious malice.

No way, the Commonwealth of the Brita Islands is famous for its nobles and royal family. As a middle-class descendant of a constitutional monarchy, Osilia’s behavior is incompatible with the people around her. The dust scarf can’t hide the unique curiosity and greenness in her eyes. feel.

"Call the two foxes back first, and then head to the Sandworm Bar after finding a place to live."

"Shouldn't you go to the organization's stronghold first?" Osilia blinked her eyes.

"Don't worry. Technology leakage is a bit strange."

Turing casually grabbed a black arm that was reaching out to Océlia's ass in the crowd, pulled out a hard-covered Banga, and snapped it backwards with a crisp sound, piercing through the sharp stubble. At the break, the Banga people suddenly fell to their knees and let out screams like killing a pig.

Osilia stopped, looked at this scene in a daze, and put away the subbody blade that popped out from under her sleeve.

She also discovered the existence of pickpockets, but she didn't expect that her own boss would directly break the hands, showing a little bit of unbearable eyes.

Kicking the pickpocket with the severed arm to the ground, Turing felt that most of the eyes around him were less focused. With a sneer, Turing pulled Océlia's arm and walked forward.

"Would that... be a little too much?" Osilia blushed, subconsciously pulled her hand, but she didn't pull it out, so she turned her head and glanced at the pickpocket who was still screaming behind her eyes with a blushing face.

"After staying in the Life Foundation for so long, haven't you gotten used to such a scene?"

"No, it's just..."

"This kind of place is like a mercenary bar with an enlarged environment, and it is more chaotic and dangerous. Have you noticed those eyes that want to eat you alive?"

Alicia glanced around and nodded timidly.

"You have to be ruthless enough to keep these flies away." Turing glanced at the girl, "I was quite decisive when I did it before, why are you hesitating now?"

"The previous situation...is to prevent them from taking our lives?" Alicia shrank her head, "And I couldn't afford to think about it before... Sorry, I just thought that the person who stole it might be able to You don't need to have your arm broken so tragically..."

"If you don't do this, in this kind of place, they will regard your behavior as a symbol of weakness, and weakness means easy oppression." Glancing at the ignorant Océlia, Turing smiled, " It was quite decisive before, but now, it is still a little green. Take your time."

As he spoke, Turing suddenly held the girl's cheeks, and turned his head slightly to the side amidst the other's slightly panicked expression:

"I'll give you a small gift later, so that you can cover your face so as not to cause unnecessary trouble."

"Okay...Okay, sir." The snow-white face instantly became familiar.

(End of this chapter)