As an elite Empire mutant warrior, Dyliel has always been a family honor, especially after she became Bekuin Caroline's personal maid, and the newborns and juniors alike have all looked up to her as a role model. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But now all of this is in vain, Bekuin Caroline is dead, dying on the battlefield, but she survives. One can imagine the intensity of the Caroline family's anger that she had to face.

However, the empire that lost the war was in the middle of employing people, so Dilier, who had saved her life, was sent to be the captain of the guard to protect the Yama mission.

Today, the second day after the mission left the territory of the empire.

Di Lier has been in a bad mood these days, not only because of her circumstances, but more importantly, because she has to meet all the requirements of the woman she hates.

For example, fetching water.

Looking for a source of water in freezing Siberia? What a harsh and stupid request, but Di Lier could only accept it silently.

Her identity is no longer what she used to be, and the slightest negligence can wipe her out.

Luckily, she found a small frozen lake half an hour later.

After taking the water, Dilier ran back to where the convoy had stopped at full speed, instinctively ignoring why there was no sentry outside the convoy, because these days, everyone was exhausted by the woman's "torture".

"Your Excellency." Di Liel stood respectfully outside the largest chariot, "You want water." ”

"Send it in." A female voice immediately sounded in the car, but the tone of the female voice was slightly strange.

Di Liel didn't think about it, she opened the car door, but before her eyes could reach the car, a blue-gray blade was firmly on her white neck.

"It's you!" Di Lier exclaimed, even if the person in front of her was no longer the bloodied appearance she had at the beginning, she still recognized him at first sight, and it was precisely because of this that the instinctive fear made her instantly give up the desire to resist.

"Di Lil, you idiot!" Inside the car lay a woman in a black tight-fitting leather suit, but her jealously perfect figure was firmly tied by a rope.

Di Li'er looked at the rope-bound body and shook her head with a sigh, she didn't expect that these ropes that she had brought out from the empire would be used for this. This special rope made of high-strength polyethylene fiber material is even stronger than high-quality steel.

"Lord Angelil, you want water." She finally slowly raised her hand.

Dilier's words were like a loud slap in Angelil's face, and Angelil's face turned red from anger or shame.

"Bastard!" Angelil screamed, "You ......"

"Shut up!" A cold low growl interrupted the communication between the two.

"Honestly keep your mouths shut without my permission, or I wouldn't mind having two more corpses here."

Angelil snorted, but kept her mouth shut. And Dyliel just shook her head and stopped talking.

Van casually tied up Dilil and Angelil, then removed all the weapons they were carrying, and walked out of the car.

Moments later, he entered the car with a frail body on his back.

"Hey, it seems that you have gained a lot, Xiangche and Beauty, and there are three at once." Mandala blinked and smiled weakly.

Van didn't answer, and took out a healing needle from the package around his waist and injected it into her body.

He casually pulled up the mandala's clothes, and then glanced at her wound, the mixed wound that was three or four centimeters wide, almost tearing her lower abdomen, and the festering tissue had begun to become severely inflamed, and there was no tendency to heal at all.

"After watching it so many times, haven't you seen enough of my body?" Mandala chuckled, not in the slightest concern for his injuries.

Fan's face was expressionless and she lowered her clothes, and then started the engine of the chariot.

"Where are we going?" The mandala changed to a more comfortable position.

"Yama."

"Yama?" Mandala raised his eyelids in surprise, but then returned to normal, "Why do you want to go to Yama?" And how do we get into their territory? ”

Van Mo was silent, and Angelil's appearance was a surprise to him, especially after learning the destination of her trip, a vague plan was slowly taking shape.

"You can rest assured in this matter, as long as you guarantee my safety, I will let you have a legal identity." Angelil, who was in the back seat, said suddenly.

"Legal status?" Mandala muttered with some confusion.

"Legal identity!" Angelil seemed worried that they didn't understand, and went on to add, "Unlike the Angel of Death, Yama tends to be more of a loose alliance of freedoms, and anyone who is willing to contribute can find a suitable job in Yama. ”

"Did you know about it beforehand?" The mandala looked at the side of the van's face.

Van remained intently driving in silence, but he didn't really know this.

"That sounds like your assurances aren't of any use." Seeing that Van did not answer, Mandala shifted his gaze to Angelil's.

"No, it's not." Angelil shook her head, "Yama never accepts defected reformers, this is the rule that has been set since the beginning of the organization. But if the new transants have a guarantor with status, then things will turn out differently. ”

"So you have a lot of status in Yama?" Mandala turned her head to look at Angelil in the back seat with some curiosity.

Angelil was about to struggle to sit up when she was pointed at a gun poking out of the driver's seat.

"Move again, I'll kill you." Fan's indifferent tone did not have a trace of warmth.

Angelil's body immediately stiffened, and she no longer dared to move for half a minute, she had no doubt about Fan's ability to execute.

"Hey, you see, if you do this, we can't communicate with each other anymore." Mandala pointed helplessly at Angelil.

"Communication is done with the mouth, not with the body."

"Cut." Mandala snorted slightly, and then spread his hands at Angelil, "You also heard, our Mr. Fan only allows you to communicate with your mouth, so I suggest that you still be honest and obedient." ”

"By the way, where did we just go?"

Angelil glanced at the side of Fan's face and stopped talking.

"Identity, we talked about identity." Mandala finally remembered, "Hey, dear Captain Fan, you better speak up, otherwise this great beauty of ours will never dare to speak again." ”

Van didn't say anything, just nodded slightly.

But Angelil was silent when she arrived, tilting her head to the side and not saying anything more.

"Okay, okay." Mandala shook his head helplessly, "It seems that it is still useful for our captain to spare your life." ”

"And what about this beauty? It seems that she is of no use on the way to Yama. The mandala gestured to Dilille, who had been silent.

Di Liel was still wearing slightly revealing clothes, her exaggerated chest bouncing up and down as the chariot moved forward, and she instinctively tried to defend herself, but in the end she just gritted her teeth and said nothing.

"My dear captain, can you explain to me why?"

Van suddenly turned his face sideways, "You'd better keep your mouth shut before I get bored." Also, I don't have much interest in the so-called legal status, and if you think you can use it to blackmail me, I advise you to stop this stupid idea. ”

The atmosphere in the car suddenly became solidified, and Mandala glared at Fan with some annoyance, and then simply closed his eyes, no longer having the slightest desire to speak.

In fact, for Fan, at the beginning, he just hoped to exchange the corresponding weapon supplies and healing drugs at the expense of Angelil, Angelil obviously has a very high status in Yama, otherwise he would not have a special escort mission.

Of course, even without Angelil, Van is confident that she can get supplies and medicine, but the process is relatively troublesome.

The chariot sped smoothly and quickly along the navigator towards a distant destination, and the four people sitting in the chariot with each heart on their minds did not know what their future would be.