On the eve of dawn, David's manor was already bustling.

The credibility of the boiled bullet shells was not bad, and the rest was delivered before the allotted time.

For example, the 200 cannon fodder soldiers and corresponding weapons and equipment in the original plan, and five multi-functional explosion-proof personnel carriers were included.

Then there are some sufficient anti-materiel weapons, which mainly allow the mercenaries under his command to interfere and threaten the high-level evolutionaries who are imaginary enemies.

And when David and Lily counted the troops, reorganized the equipment, and drew up the marching route and ambush plan, they found that these cannon fodder, who had no expectations, turned out to be unexpectedly 'elite', at least compared to those rookies who could only line up to send heads, they were undoubtedly elite.

They are neatly equipped, all with an unconcealable coldness and murderous aura, even if they are smiling, they are still looking at you with cold eyes, obviously they are all guys who have at least experienced the baptism of the cruel battlefield.

Cannon fodder and elite are two meanings that are completely different, both in terms of practical value and book value.

Although the value of these elite soldiers is still not as good as those dozens of power furnaces, after all, in Garda, the cheapest thing is human life, but it does not mean that it is easy for ordinary forces to gather this batch of good combat power, and they are more willing to exchange it for some cold supply resources.

"What does it mean to boil bullet casings?" David and Lily looked at each other.

Just as David was scratching his head, there was a barbell-like laugh behind the neat group of soldiers.

As the crowd moved out of the way, they saw a big man nearly 1.9 meters tall, wearing a black trench coat walking towards them, his hair was tied into a bunch of dreadlocks, although it was still the coldest time before the dawn of the long night, he still showed a large area of skin on his strong chest and arms.

This is a good player, although there is no threat to David, it does not mean that this person's strength is poor, and even if he does not re-repair the Extreme Armor, I am afraid it can cause him some trouble.

At least when the man's gaze swept over Edward and Miller behind David, it made their muscles tense instantly, as if they were being targeted by a dormant lion.

At the same time, Miller also recognized the guy in front of him.

A guy who, like him, has survived three infinite battlefields.

Nickname, The Hunter of the Night.

As the name suggests, a guy who likes to hunt in the long nights.

Although he seems to be known for his strength, if you think that he is just a stupid big man who can brute force, then he is not far from death.

This guy relies on his good strength and is good at stealth assassination, and never disdains to stay in the blue camp to hunt those fledgling rookies, but likes to sneak into enemy territory to hunt the strong.

It is said that he is actually not too far away from making up enough points to redeem himself.

At this time, bringing such a group of elite troops over is very interesting.

"Your Excellency David, I wonder if this group of elite soldiers will give you some surprises?"

The dreadlocked man said as he strode up to David and stretched out his big hand: "My name is Ono. Wren, call me Wren or Deserted Night, oh, of course, I prefer to be called the latter, it's more cool. ”

"Deserted night? Fortunately, it was indeed a good surprise. David stretched out his hand and shook the hand, but then asked directly, "But... Nothing to do, either a traitor or a thief, let's say, what is the reason for Rogette (the middle-aged bartender) to suddenly change his mind, with his original android and current identity, it seems that he doesn't need to rely on this way to meet me at all, right? ”

Deserted Night laughed, the two slightly pointed ears that were different from ordinary people trembled slightly, and after making sure that the surroundings were disturbed by a layer of electrostatic particle waves, and would not be eavesdropped by anyone, the smile slowly rose, and the positive color said:

"During this long night, almost all of your supplies came from wine-boiled bullet shells, and since you don't bother to deliberately hide anything, you can naturally deduce that you want to hit the ruins under our feet."

Seeing that David was indifferent, but kept listening, he continued: "That ruins were actually discovered by a group of androids a long time ago, but they didn't have the ability to go deeper, and only had some gains on the periphery, and at the same time, it also made those androids blindly confident, which led to the tragedy three years ago..."

"Recently, a rumor has gradually spread among the population of androids, saying that you are the one who brought salvation in the prophecy, and I believe that there have been many poor and dirty androids who have come to take refuge in your Excellency recently, right?"

When David heard this, the corners of his mouth curled slightly: "That's true, but those androids are all thin, and they are not even good enough to be cannon fodder, so I let people scatter some supplies and send them away, but, you businessmen, will you also believe in the so-called prophecy?" Especially in our world. ”

"Okay, okay, I'll be honest, the reason why Rogett changed his mind is, of course, because he saw something, of course, the most important thing is the strength you show, with all due respect, you don't plan to stay in Garda for long, do you?"

"Yes, if this trip goes well, it's time to leave." David said, but immediately asked, "But with your current accumulation speed of points, it's not difficult to really want to leave, right?" ”

"It's not that hard, but, if it were you, would you really be able to trust Garda's promises? Really, with a huge amount of wealth, back to freedom? Desertion's face became strange, as if there was a disdain for mockery in his words.

"Oh? Is there really a problem? David was slightly intrigued.

"To be honest, I can't really confirm the authenticity of that promise, but as a friend of the merchant, I always know better, and if you don't show up, then this batch of people in front of you is one of the goods we are going to deliver to Garda."

"Merchandise?"

"That's right, this kind of elite soldier who has not undergone any transformation at all, was born and screened out of the real battlefield, although it is not very valuable in Garda, but you are also from the outside world, you will not be unclear about their value, right?"

"Well, if you can survive those nineteen surgeries and put on power armor, it's enough for the Space Marines of the Ger Reserve."

Arasa nodded and sighed, "And most importantly, even if Garda really keeps his promise and I can leave smoothly, then what about Rogett, as a primordial android, it is almost impossible for him to leave by a similar method to me, so..."

"So you want me to take you with you?" David asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Nope! If the difficulty is too great, we just need you to be able to take us out of this sinking land together if you have the ability to leave smoothly. ”

"Oh? It's all about my personal ability and character, and you believe in me like that? But what's the difference between that and betting on Garda's credibility promise? David laughed.

"No... I don't trust anyone easily, I just trust my instincts, especially after seeing Your Excellency in person. Deserted Night bowed his head slightly, like a silent and surrendered lion.

After a brief moment of silence, David held out his hand again.

"Deal."