Data Wasteland

Chen Xing had two consecutive dreams and was exhausted. He slept until the next afternoon before waking up.

After waking up, he carefully recalled his dream last night. The memory backtracking was stimulated again, but his impression of "Lan Guo" was very weak.

There is indeed a mercenary country in my memory, but it does not seem to be called by this name.

Storm Mercenary Group, New World, Lan...

Lan?

Yes, it is Lan!

Chen Xing suddenly remembered that Tienuo's adventure to fight the big devil in the previous life was related to the word "lan".

At that time, he was just a squad leader and his status was too low to know the details, but he heard a statement from other people.

That is to say, a mysterious man came to the camp not long ago, talked with Tinomii for one night, and left the next day.

After that, Tienuo made a desperate move and led everyone to the end, which was probably related to this mysterious man.

About this mysterious person, the only thing he heard was that there was a big "Lan" on the back of the other party.

So, who is behind this land? The world's number one storm mercenary group, who is behind the scenes.

All of this is a huge mystery to him. But there are too few clues. When you return to the signal coverage area, ask Sola carefully.

Land of Land has not yet appeared, but the situation of the Storm Mercenary Group is not difficult to know. You know, he is the second owner of Mingnet's main brain.

After coming out of the tent, Chen Xing found that the number of people in the camp had been reduced by half. At first he thought Wu Erxiong had taken people out to collect the goods, but in the evening he had not returned.

He casually asked someone to ask, but he was taken aback.

This morning, while Chen Xing was still sleeping, a group of iron fist mercenaries came to the camp and said that a huge underground maze had been found in the debris of the world. Count Iron Fist recruited engineering staff with a daily salary of 20 gold coins. The main task was to dig the underground palace.

As soon as Wu Erxiong heard this, he happily led people away with them. Twenty gold coins are equivalent to one month's salary for a marginal guard. The temptation is so great that one can imagine. There is no danger in being an engineer, just digging and digging the earth, the money can be said to be made in vain.

But after witnessing the encounter with Captain Bai Shui and reading the other party's diary, Chen Xing already knew what Earl Iron Fist was like, and he was afraid that Wu Erxiong would be more and less fortunate.

Twenty gold coins a day is a great reward, but with iron fist mercenaries, is it possible to have such a good thing? It must be an extraordinary danger to be able to pay such a high price.

After a few days of getting along, Chen Xing still has some good feelings for this simple guy. Watching the other person jump into the fire pit, he still couldn't bear it. In addition, he also wanted to see what Earl Iron Fist wanted to do, and what was going on in that underground palace.

He has teleportation and he has the strength of a quasi-lord level, so he doesn't have to worry about escape.

He himself is a person with agility inclinations. In addition to the White Wolf King, ordinary vehicles don't want to catch up with him, and goblins are blocked. Even if Count Iron Fist and a few of his friends were in front of him, he had the confidence to retreat all over.

Wu Erxiong set off in the morning, and now seven or eight hours have passed, and I don't know where he has been taken.

Thinking of this, Chen Xing asked the people who stayed behind in the camp for a bear hug group combat uniform, and the dragon scale guard took it off and threw it into the storage space.

After dressing up, there is a white bear head on his chest, just like a member of the bear hug.

"Help me pay attention to the cracks in the nearby space, I have to go in again."

After nightfall, Chen Xing ordered the rest of the bear group to disperse, looking for cracks in the nearby space.

At half past eight in the evening, I finally found a randomly opened entrance and stepped in.

After searching for several hours, Chen Xing encountered a team of iron fist mercenaries and walked over.

"Several elder brothers, I am a member of the Xiong Baotuan. I followed the group leader to work. I didn't pay attention for a while on the way. I **** and got separated from the big group..."

The iron fist mercenary looked at Chen Xing suspiciously, with some caution in his eyes. Chen Xing had a simple smile on his face, just like a migrant worker who had just arrived in the city.

"drop……"

The Iron Fist mercenary checked Chen Xing's identity with a black watch. He was only a quasi-elite class, and he was relieved immediately.

But I don't know that Chen Xing's black watch can adjust his identity at will. The spiritual power of the low-level evolution has not yet reached the strength to form psychic tentacles outside of the body, so they cannot perceive external psychic energy fluctuations, and several iron fist mercenaries can't see that Chen Xing is cheating at all.

In this way, Chen Xing successfully concealed himself from each other and followed a few people to the construction site.

After walking for more than half an hour, they came to an area illuminated by searchlights.

It was a huge pit, hundreds of meters wide in diameter. Looking down, a few mechas and a large number of mercenaries as workers dig underneath.

On the edge of the pit stood a row of iron fist mercenaries guarded by guns, their guns pointed downwards, seeming to monitor the workers below.

There are still many iron fist mercenaries in the pit, waving their whips, constantly yelling and beating those mercenaries who are workers, forcing them to work, and a little resistance is a brutal beating.

Chen Xing couldn't help frowning. This is where workers are hired, and they are completely treated as slaves.

The Iron Fist mercenary who brought him over showed sarcasm, probably mocking him for sending him to the door as a coolie.

"Go over there and get a shovel and work!" The captain-like iron fist mercenary waved the whip, and the whip made a crackling sound. Finally completely disguised the mask privately, showing the hideous fangs, and yelled, "Hurry up, wait for me to smoke you!"

Chen Xing pretended to be honest, picked up a shovel on the ground, then slid down the edge of the pit, shoveling dirt with the excavating crowd.

Judging from the size of the pothole, it seems that it has been excavated for at least a week, otherwise it would not be so big and deep.

"Brother, how long have you been here." Chen Xing approached the mercenary next to him while shoveling dirt.

"It's been a few days, these grandsons of tortoises are simply not human!" The mercenary stopped the work in his hands, feeling a little agitated, "Come over and even drink some water..."

Before the words were finished, there was a scream from the back, and then the mercenary screamed, and was knocked to the ground by the whip, with blood stains on his neck.

"Strong to chat, no strength to work!" An iron fist mercenary rushed up, crackling and flogging.

The person involved was beaten to the ground with his head in his arms, and the iron fist mercenary whip had nowhere to start, so he kicked it instead, and the hard leather boots kicked desperately on his waist and eyes. Soon the poor mercenary disappeared, lying there motionless, not knowing whether it was alive or dead.

The mercenaries around looked over, with resentment on their faces. The iron fist mercenary swiped his whip and snarled loudly, "What do you look at? Why don't you go to work, do you want to die!"

No one dared to resist and turned around to do their own work. The iron fist mercenary spit at the person lying on the ground and walked away.

Chen Xing did not chat anymore, but moved around while shoveling dirt among the crowd, looking for Wu Erxiong.

Finally, when it was time to change shifts and rest, Chen Xing found Wu Erxiong in the temporary work shed.

"My lord, how are you..."

When Wu Erxiong saw Chen Xing, his eyes were as wide as a copper bell, and he almost screamed. Chen Xing quickly made a silent gesture. This is the most commonly used gesture among mercenaries. Wu Erxiong immediately shut up, glanced at the iron fist mercenaries standing guard outside the work shed, and whispered, "Why are you here?"

Although Wu Erxiong clearly knows Chen Xing's strength, there is more than one lord level here. In addition to the Earl of Iron Fist, there are at least three sanctuary powerhouses.

"I'll feel the situation and visit you by the way." Chen Xing grinned and said.

Wu Erxiong suddenly said with a bitter face, "Oh, my brother, you are still making fun of me at this time." He lowered his head, shook, and sighed, "I'm really obsessed with money. Not only did I fold myself in, but also Tired brothers..."

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This group of dogs can eat people without spitting out bones, and the wages must be gone. "Wu Erxiong said with a pained expression.

"Is it just wages?" Chen Xing reminded.

"So what else?" Wu Erxiong asked subconsciously.

"They are not a third-rate mercenary group, they are famous outside..." Chen Xing hinted.

Wu Erxiong thought about it carefully, his face changed suddenly, he glanced left and right, and quietly made a "cut" gesture, "You mean, they will kill people?"

"What do you mean." Chen Xing asked rhetorically.

Wu Erxiong took a deep breath, clasped his fist and said, "Brother, help me."

"To be honest, I don't know how much I can help." Chen Xing put a smile away and said seriously, "When I find an opportunity, I will create chaos, and then you run by yourself. It is your own ability to run. It's my own life to lose."

Wu Erxiong opened up to talk, but was stopped by Chen Xing's gestures.

"You listen to me first."

Wu Erxiong nodded, and Chen Xing continued, "You try to disclose the situation as much as possible. I believe that few people who can come here are fools. As long as everyone understands that wages are impossible, the result of waiting is a dead end. One, when there is chaos, more people will resist, so your chances of escape will be greater."

"If you are lucky enough to escape, please help me find someone from the Baishui Mercenary Corps and tell them that their group leader has been killed. Let them go home."

"Good!" Wu Erxiong nodded.

"Also, if you can't get along in the future, you can go to Orchid Town of the Red Dragon Principality to find me, just ask Chen Erliu of the Hanging Skeleton Alliance..."

Before Chen Xing finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wu Erxiong, "Orchid Town, is that zombie paradise?"

"You also know?" Chen Xing's turn was accidental this time.

"Of course, the zombie paradise is so hot, how many do we still don't know about in Red Country?" Wu Erxiong said excitedly, "My younger brothers and sisters are clamoring to go play, I also told them, this trip is solid. So, take them to play. Unexpectedly, the big boss is right in front of his eyes..." He rubbed his fingers, showing a mean smile, "Are there free tickets?"

"No." Chen Xing said with a stern face, "When I get to my site, I will be killed."

"Yes, yes, what the lord said..." Wu Erxiong nodded and smiled quickly, "When you arrive at your site, you will treat me as a pig, and slaughter hard, don't be polite with me."

The two smiled at each other. The rest time soon ended. Chen Xing and Wu Erxiong went down to the pit with shovel to continue digging.

"What's the situation now? Why did you dig here?" Chen Xing asked while shoveling dirt.

"I came a few hours earlier and asked roughly. It seems that the first group of people who went down hit the office and the entrance in the underground palace collapsed. And it did not collapse a little, but a large part, so they changed it. Dig down from above and directly dig through the middle part." Wu Erxiong replied, taking a glance at the supervisor nearby.

"Huh, my lord?"

Chen Xing and Wu Erxiong were talking, and suddenly they came up alone.

"My lord, is that you?"

Chen Xing turned his head and saw that it turned out to be the last trade partner, the mercenary leader of the mob.

"It's me, Zeng Daming." Surprisingly, for fear that Chen Xing might not remember, he hurriedly said his name.

"Shhh..." Wu Erxiong said silently.

Zeng Daming shrank his head subconsciously and looked at the supervisor next to him.

"I'll talk about it later." Chen Xing said in a deep voice.

Zeng Daming nodded quickly, without stopping, shoveling soil desperately without attracting the attention of the supervisor.

"Dig it, it's it!"

Suddenly, someone yelled.

The searchlights above focused on the past, illuminating large square bricks.