May 4, 139 New Era

0500, Nosingdar Town in Area C. Before the sun fully illuminated the earth, the streets were already sparsely populated with a few figures. They are all small businessmen, and they need to get up early to clean up the storefront and wait for customers to arrive. Despite years of war, the town's daily life has not been affected much.

An old man came out of his shop, broom in one hand and yawning in the other. He wanted to do a simple cleaning before opening the shop. Perhaps because of his age or physical condition, the old man's steps were slightly shaky, and before he had taken a few steps, his foot was tripped over, and he stumbled to his feet, and immediately jumped like thunder.

"What's that?"

On the ground lay a man, dressed in a shabby robe, curled up in a ball, seemingly asleep, who was the culprit who tripped the old man.

"Get up, bastard!"

The old man scolded and "swept" the person like garbage—that is, me.

I slowly got up and looked at the old man. He was still angry, and he kept scolding. I was careful not to do it until he was quiet.

"Uncle, I want a glass of water to drink." I spoke it in Arar.

"Water? Do you still want to drink water? Get out of here, don't get in the way! The old man's mouth, which he had managed to close, opened again.

"Please, uncle, I'll have a drink, a cup made of weeds, and water with honey."

Listening to my words, the old man muttered a few words and let me into the house. He stood outside by himself, casually scanning around.

"Wait."

The old man said to me in the room, and then continued to sweep the floor. I found a chair and sat down while the old man finished his work.

It seems that the captive was right. The old man is one of the few locals in the "Viper" and is in charge of the joints. If they are not caught, the captives will come here and find a way to meet the members of the Viper. Weed, honey, water, cup, these four words are translated together in Arar, and the phrase "I am my own person" is written backwards.

Also, honey is not produced in the entire Alpha region, and I've never seen a cup of weeds.

*****

The old man's house was busy inside and outside the house for a long time, during which two guests came to the restaurant to eat. They walked past me, didn't look at me, and found a place to sit. The old man tidied them up, stood beside me again, and shoved a note into my hand.

"Go there! Come on! ”

I hurriedly walked out of the hotel and went outside to open the note. There is an address on it, which is another small town about twenty kilometers from here.

I walked around the side of the road and saw a pickup truck with the driver sitting in the cab smoking a cigarette. I gave him 200 karma and convinced him to be my temporary driver. Without transportation, walking these 20 kilometers would be a waste of time.

0630, I found the place written on the paper - also a restaurant. The shop was a bit busier than the old man's, with six tables full of people eating breakfast and a guy sitting at the counter at the back. Seeing me come in, the guy looked up at me.

"Eat?"

"Hmm."

I walked up to the guy, put my hand on the counter with the note, and pouted at him. The man reached out and wrapped my hand, retrieved what I was holding, opened the note in his palm, glanced at me, and nodded.

"Let's go to the back room and sit down."

He pointed behind him, to a private room near the counter. I walked in. There was a table and four chairs in the private room, and I pulled one of them over and sat down. The guy walked in and asked me what I was going to eat. I just ordered a few random things.

When the meal came, I gobbled it up, and it felt like the last meal was a little bit. When I had eaten and drunk, I sat and waited. It took a few minutes to wait for the person I was looking for.

There were three people walking into the room, and at the back was the guy. The other two white men were not locals at first glance. The man in front of me, dressed in a brown leather coat and dark green leather pants, with a lit cigarette between his left index and middle fingers, was looking at me with half-open eyes, who was probably the person I was meeting with. The one in the back, dressed in camouflage and wearing a hood, was tall, with a beard wrapped around his face, and a pistol pinned to his waist, staring at me without squinting, presumably a bodyguard.

"It's none of your business, let's get out." The man who smoked said to the guy.

When the guy went out, the bearded man stood next to me, and the smoking man sat across from me, spitting a cloud of smoke.

"I'm Lokin, and this is Lager. What about you? ”

"Ravi Shumi."

Ravi is the name I've been using in the past on infiltration, and it's also the name of my late brother, which makes me feel like I've really changed my identity. As for the surname, it's better to use a fake one, but unfortunately I don't have much creativity.

And the Login and Lager in front of them are real names. Yesterday, the Ministry of Intelligence had already contacted Login to discuss the town of Zayesibi. At that time, the intelligence department replied fluently, and only then did the other party relax their vigilance and agree to meet. Then it's time for me to play freely.

Login had no doubt about my identity at all, took a puff, and threw the cigarette butt away.

"You've been unlucky for the past two days, well, Ravi. Your boss is not very lucky, hang up early, otherwise, we wouldn't let you take this risk. Let's get straight ahead, hand over the weapons, we'll pay the money, and that's the end of the matter. By the way, how many more do you have there? ”

"Rest assured, there are plenty of them."

This should have been his temptation, because the Ministry of Intelligence had already talked to him about arms. I took out a list I had prepared and handed it to Login. In fact, the captive had a list on him, which was handwritten. To be on the safe side, the Colonel asked me to make a copy of it myself, the one I put in front of Login.

Login just took a cursory look and put it on the table.

"Quite a few, I guess we should have enough money with us. Lead us to find it, and go now. ”

"No problem, but I have one condition."

Then I saw Login take on the expression I had imagined, and the two eyebrows gradually squeezed downward, squeezing the half-open eyes until there was only a slit, and a look of disbelief shot out of the gap.

"Conditions?" He repeated the word very uncertainly, "You kid want to negotiate terms with us?" ”

"Yes, after all, this is the last chip in my hand, so I have to be cautious."

As soon as I finished speaking, Raguel on the side reflexively pulled out his pistol and put it on my temple. His movements seemed to me to be no different from stationary, except that I didn't bother with this guy, but instead stared into Login's eyes to see how he reacted.

Login glared at Lagher fiercely, and waved his hand downward, so that Lagher had to withdraw the gun. Login looked at me again, he probably didn't expect me to say that. In his eyes, I was just one of Erecri's henchmen, the little people under the little people, but in turn he made conditions with them, and it was normal for him to feel uncomfortable.

"Little brother, don't you still understand what's going on? We're not here to beg you, and we look up to you to do this, don't fucking give you a shame, understand? ”

His fingers tapped on the table, rhythmically thumping to match the words in his mouth, and when he said the last sentence, he slapped his hand on the table again.

I replied unhurriedly, "I know, you can give up those weapons and kill me when I get out of this town." But I think you still need weapons, or you wouldn't have gone to Erekri in the first place. You know, Erecri's goods are not the best in the Alpha region. ”

This sentence hit Login's point. He took a breath, exhaled slowly, thought for a while, and seemed to have no words to refute, so he had to soften.

"You're smart. Say, what conditions do you have? ”

That's what I'm waiting for: "Let me join you." ”

Lagher couldn't hold back again: "Brother, this kid has to inch in!" I can't bear it! ”

"You know!" Login scolded in a low voice, "Didn't the boss say that you must find the whereabouts of those goods!" Where can we find him after killing him? ”

According to previous correspondence records, the "boss" in Login's mouth may be Mirmiri, and it is up to him to decide whether the deal will succeed or not. However, the two connectors he sent were a little too stupid. Login's words gave me a lot of confidence that at least I could live until the moment they found the arms.

Login lit another cigarette and took two absent-minded puffs, his eyes rolling. I sat quietly, watching him look impatient, and even if he smoked another box of cigarettes, I forgave him for not thinking of anything. After a while, he got up and walked out, and said a word to Raguel.

"Look at him!"

He must have contacted Mirmiri, and this was the most crucial step. For the sake of the future, I must not only pass the pass of Mirmiri, but also try to reduce his suspicions as much as possible. He's certainly not going to be as easy to deal with as these two idiots, but based on the intelligence provided, I still have a chance.

*****

Sure enough, within half an hour, Mirmiri appeared in front of me, who was still the same person he had been in Zayesibi that day. This time I was finally able to get up close and personal with him. Milmilli's eye has a sense of scrutiny, and he must have enjoyed observing and evaluating others. Judging from his expression, he didn't show any disgust for me, but he clearly didn't pay attention to me.

Login, who had been playing tricks with me just now, lowered his eyebrows in front of the boss, pulled out a chair flatteringly, and wiped it a few times with his clothes. Milmilli sat down, his hands arched together, and placed them on the table.

"Hello, Mr. Ravi Shumi, I'm Mirmirly Lorraine, and we've probably met before. I heard you want to join us, right? ”

"Yes."

"Well, I'm personally very welcome to fresh blood. But as you may know, unless you're a local, we rarely recruit new members. Do you know why? ”

"Because the locals will join you, purely for survival, and there is less danger."

Mirmili nodded, slowly straightened her fingers, and suddenly aimed her fingertips at me.

"Obviously, you're not a local, and I can't figure out why Erecri hired you. Judging by your appearance and tone, you should be a little further east, such as Landres or the Arctic Realm. But when Erecley and I talked about you that day, it didn't seem like anyone from those countries? ”

If I hadn't prepared for it, I would have been speechless. When Milley and Erecri met, he must have inquired all about the four of them, and he deliberately made a mistake in order to disrupt my rhythm. And I believe in the captive's account, so all I have to do now is to follow the script.

"You may be mistaken, I'm from the Arctic Realm, and I came here six years ago with a caravan to do business, and I ended up going bankrupt. In desperation, I defected to Erecri. He took me in because I was his best subordinate. ”

"Oh? How is it excellent? ”

"Careful planning, dancing knives and guns, it can be said that you can be literate and martial."

It seemed that these words aroused a hint of interest in Milmilly, and the corners of his mouth curled up a little, and he closed his eyes for two seconds, not knowing whether he was analyzing my words or being amused by my exaggerated words.

"You can hear that you have the ability and self-confidence, but what you lack is a platform and an opportunity. But you may have a better option than to join us. ”

"Listen up."

With a wave of his hand, Lagher and Login placed three large suitcases on the table and opened them, with bundles of bills neatly stacked inside. At a rough count, at least three million karma. Mirmir pulled out a bundle and said to me.

"The money is part of the day's payment, and if it gets to Erecri, you'll get a fraction. But now, if you tell me the location of the weapon, or take us to find it, it will be a deal we make with you, and the payment will be yours. You can take these three boxes first, which can be regarded as a fixed payment, and we will pay the balance after the matter is completed. With this money, it is not a problem if you want to go back to business or go back to your hometown to enjoy life, how about it? ”

The arms that were delivered to the town of Zayesibi that day, if they were of the highest quality, would be worth millions anyway. Counting the ones hidden in the cave, three million can't be stopped. But the man in front of him would never be so kind.

I also took out a bundle, brushed my thumb over the edge of the banknote, and smiled.

"To be honest, when I went bankrupt, I realized that I wasn't the right person to buy and sell properly, but to find someone who could play more freely...... A place outside the law. In this land, if you think about it, you 'poisonous snakes' are the most reliable. ”

I leaned forward, propped myself up on the table, and without avoiding Mirmiri's gaze, continued.

"And even if I take the money, there's no way you're going to get me out of this area alive."

Milmilli laughed and leaned back slowly, leaning back in his chair. Looking at his expression, I knew that things were already fifty percent certain.

"You're funny, Mr. Shumi." With a hint of a smile, Mirmiri said, "Okay, I agree to your terms, and if I find a weapon, I'll take you back with me, okay?" ”

"Thank you." I replied with a smile.

*****

An hour later, Mirmiri and I, along with the group he had brought, were standing outside the cave. As I went up the mountain, I noticed that Mirmiri didn't care about the mirage wood, and just asked someone to cut it off, so the road went smoothly.

Instead of going into the cave himself, Mirmili told Lagher to take someone in and look for him. After making sure that all the munitions were here, he gave the order, and Login began to direct the others to move around. The guy whispered in front of Mirmiri, but in the face of others, he was commanding and shouting vigorously.

Every time I brought out a wooden box, I had to see what was inside, ready to take Milmilley's move. However, Mirmirri doesn't seem to care about the quantity, quality, or origin of the arms. Without saying a word, he quietly watched as his men carried out boxes of munitions and carried them to trucks down the mountain. The men moved for more than an hour, during which time Mirmirly did not ask me a word.

When the last box was moved out, Login staggered over.

"Boss, it's all done."

"Hmm." Mirmiri nodded, then turned to look at me, "Thank you, Mr. Shumi, we have finally recovered the arms. ”

"It's okay."

"So what's next......"

Mirmiri's tone was completely unchanged from before, and he reached for his waist and quickly pulled out a pistol and pressed it against my forehead.

"It's a pity, it's time to say goodbye."

At this time, it was probably around 0940.