By the time King left, Spit had already begun recruiting workers. The recruitment work is actually quite simple, the old guy takes a notebook and writes down the name of the registration on it, and then takes a red clay and gives them a fingerprint to confirm, and then he will take out 50 yuan in his pocket and hand it to the applicant, then the contract is established.

Contracts in the wilderness are far less cumbersome than those used by large corporations, and even if a name and a fingerprint are made, this is still a formal practice. It is common for some unscrupulous companies to force people to work directly, not to mention the security payment, and even the salary is very meager. On the contrary, a direct guarantee of 50 like the boss behind Spit is enough to dispel the concerns of these men in Windmill Town. This is also a signal, since the other party is willing to do this, then basically he will not do anything like killing his mouth, otherwise he will directly arrest people and do their work, why bother so much. And the owner who can get the money is not afraid that the workers will take the money and run away. As Spit said, even if you hide in hell, you will always be found.

After taking the money, everyone will naturally feel at ease. So there were those who took the money home, and there were those who immediately went to the only bar in town to spend it. But Spit said that all the people who had left their names in his notebook would meet at the entrance of town seven days a morning to-morrow, and bring a change of clothes with them, and it was estimated that they would not be back until ten days and a half later. As for the rest, the men also know that if the owner doesn't want to let him know too much, then the best way is to keep his mouth shut and work. I took the money back after doing it, otherwise I asked too much, and I really couldn't come back if I didn't do it.

Jin knew that he couldn't find out more news, and he was not interested in earning the hundred and dozens of yuan, so he naturally didn't follow to join in the fun. He just wondered, what was Zero going to do with these workers? He didn't think that Zero would be short of people, not anything else, as far as he knew, Zero's woman was the head of the Black Rose family, and it wasn't how many people there were. And he traveled all the way to the coastline of the Eastern Continent, looking for local workers, and contacted wilderness merchants like Spit as intermediaries. There is no shortage of ability, and looking at it like this, what he wants to dig should be around here. And that thing is probably not small, otherwise it wouldn't hire locals, in order not to attract the attention of the Dark Council.

It was a night when Windmill Town was as lively as ever. Especially in the only pub in town, where the poor beer mixed with water sold like crazy, at least a third of the money the men got in the morning went into the barkeeper's pocket. Of course, no one cares about that, and they just want to have a good time, so no one cares if the wine is delicious or if the dancing girl is spicy enough.

Just have fun.

The next morning, before seven o'clock, two large trucks were parked outside the town. The men said goodbye to their families with large bags and got into the car, and the truck started and carried more than 100 people on the coastline road. They didn't bring much with them, mostly a change of clothes. There were no tools, because Spit said that the boss would supply these, and all that was needed was manpower.

There was silence along the way, some were sleeping, others were looking at the scenery outside. In fact, there is no beautiful scenery, first the monotonous road, and then the car drives into the wilderness. Occasionally, four or five skinny wolves would pass by, and one or two living corpses could even be seen hanging out on the road. The thin wolf will scare the car away, and the living corpse will follow up without knowing how to do it, and then become a target for several of the guards in the car to practice marksmanship.

What follows is a dreary journey, and after the men find the wilderness retreating, they usher in a primeval forest. It's quite far from the coastline road, but the cars still haven't stopped. They kept going deeper and deeper into the forest, and it was already night when Zuihou stopped. It was in the forest that the men of Windmill Town spent the night in their cars. We continued our departure in the early hours of the next morning and did not reach our destination until noon.

It is a large lake located on the edge of the Grim Reaper's Ridge, and the water of the lake is blue. It looks beautiful, but experienced wilderness dwellers know that it is actually because of the large amount of radiation that it has to have this beautiful color. In these turbulent times, there are often deadly things hidden under beautiful appearances, and it has become common knowledge for everyone who survives in the wilderness not to be fooled by the beauty of appearances.

When they got out of the car, the men opened their mouths wide. The trees next to the large lake were almost cut down, clearing hundreds of meters of space. Several high-powered pumps were already working, and the roaring sound of the lake water was pumping out and pouring into the ditch that had already been dug into the haode. There were already workers working on the site, and it was clear that Spit and the boss behind him had not only recruited people from Windmill Town, but also people from several wilderness towns on the coastline.

A man muttered, "Damn, what kind of project is this, and it takes so many people?"

"Shut up and do your job. Another bearded man whispered.

At this time, Spit walked over, followed by several guards dressed as soldiers, pushing several hand-stacked trucks, all of which were radiation protective suits for field work. Spit pointed to these things, let the guards divide them into the hands of each worker, and said, "Put on these things, I know that you guys have more or less mutated tissue, which can play a role in resisting radiation." But believe me, the radiation here is much greater than in other places. This damn forest is like a monster, and if you stay here for a long time, you won't even die when you go back, and you won't be able to use it again. For your own sake, remember to wear this at work. ”

He patted the radiation protection suit, and said: "These things are one of the benefits that the boss gives you, and he doesn't want you to fall ill because of this job, so you have to do a good job." Also, return them when you go back, and let me know which stinky boy dares to hide even a single glove, and Spit will show you how bad his temper is!"

The little old man looked funny when he said this, but no one could laugh. The soldiers on the side looked at them with a stern gaze, and the men knew that only those who could be called butchers would have such a cold gaze.

Spit called over to a man who looked like an overseer and said, "This is Diego, and you will do whatever he tells you to do for the next few days." Well, these boyts are up to you. ”

Patting Diego on the arm, Spit left. The overseer shouted, "You can call me Diego or you can call me a punch." weishenme, because if I'm not happy, I can blow your little heads out with a single fist, so if you don't believe me, just try it. So, you'd better not mess with me. Don't ask to work more, I'll have a good temper, and maybe I can get some beer for the boss to drink at night. ”

"Now tell me, do you want to drink or taste Lao Tzu's fist?"

As Spit walked to a makeshift radiation shelter, he heard the men behind him yelling "to drink." The old man shook his head and said, "What a bunch of energetic guys." Then he opened the tent and walked in, and several people were talking. Standing in the middle, with a black-haired Asian face, is the boss behind the project.

Spit only knew that his name was Zero, and he didn't know anything about the rest and didn't want to ask more, he had a few more years to live, but he didn't plan to go to hell so soon. However, Spit knew that he was not easy, because several engineers of the Black Rose family had to be respectful to him when they saw him. And the role of an engineer can be regarded as the number one person in any city or company thrown in the wilderness, and they are even rarer than the capable.

Of course, the old man also knew where the Black Rose family came from, and whose territory they were working on. So all activity is premised on concealment, and when Spit entered, the engineers seemed to have reported the situation to the young man named Zero. After they had withdrawn, the young man looked at Spit and said, "Would you like some wine?"

Spit's old wrinkled face smiled, "No, I don't have a habit of drinking during the day. ”

"It's a good habit. Zero said, "Thank you for your help this time, Mr. Spit, otherwise I wouldn't have found so many local workers to work with." ”

"It's nothing, I take a lot of your commission, and it's right to do some work. Spit laughed.

"Anyway, just as we said before. After this work, I will arrange for you and your family to go to Asgard. As for the relevant procedures, Black Rose will arrange it for you, so you don't have to worry. ”

"Thank you very much, sir. If there's anything to use me, feel free to ask. Spit said sincerely, and his body trembled slightly from the excitement in his heart. Being able to go to the legendary paradise city of Asgard is far more than the commission Spit gets. He didn't care about himself, but he could get his family to go to Asgard with him, which meant his children didn't have to run around the wilderness like he did. It is the wish of every father to make his children live better.

So when he left the camp, Spit was still a little excited. Getting the personal promise of the adult inside was much more reasonable than the wilderness agent of the Black Rose at that time. Spit felt as if he was twenty years younger, and life seemed to have never been so good.

In the tent, Zero was looking at it with a tablet brain. After arranging some things in Asgard, the spaceship also came up with a plan for Beonlis. According to Jihua, Spit, the wilderness agent of Zero and Black Rose approached Spit, and it was up to the wilderness merchant to recruit workers in the villages near the coastline. The equipment needed to salvage the spacecraft was covertly transported to the location of the spacecraft through many times and different routes. In order to ensure that the necessary equipment is not to be brought to the attention of the council by purchasing large quantities of the necessary equipment locally, of course, the necessary measures are necessary to prevent the attention of the council in the salvage process.

One of them has to do with Spit, and Black Rose isn't just looking for a wilderness merchant. The reason why he found Spit was because the old man had applied for residency in Asgard through Black Rose, but was sent back because he did not meet the standards. This time, the Black Rose family paid him a lot for going through the whole set of relevant procedures, which was enough to win his loyalty. And secondly, and most importantly, Spit, the old man, has in his hands the information of several companies that are officially registered in the Dark Council. In the unlikely event that someone from the council came to the door, Spit could have been allowed to hide the company's business without the need to use force.

In fact, the real difficulty of this project is not in the salvage process, but in the subsequent transportation link. Black Rose's engineers have prepared the ship's towing parts and the necessary vehicles, and it will not be difficult to pull the ship back to Asgard. The difficulty is that when they come, they can be concealed by various means. But if you want to go back, something the size of a small passenger plane from the old era can't be hidden.

So when you leave, you get the attention of the council and it's 100 percent. The point is that whether the Council will directly send high-level people to intervene, or just send regular troops to deal with it, depending on how long it takes for the Council to get the information and how much information there is. After all, it was a period of preparation for war, and if it wasn't necessary, the council wouldn't casually send out high-ranking people.

But the necessary defensive measures still have to be done, so this trip Zero brought out all the strong masters around him, and asked himself that as long as it wasn't for the Scarlet Knights of the Council pouring out, he still had the certainty of dealing with it.

On the screen of the brain is a report on the current situation of the spacecraft. After the instruments and personnel entered the water, the situation of the spacecraft was not very optimistic. First of all, there was serious damage to the fuselage at the rear of the ship, and the preliminary estimate of the damage area was about 10 square meters. The lake has back-flooded, but it appears that an emergency system has been activated in the airframe, closing off part of the space, so the ship is not yet fully flooded, thus remaining suspended in the water. However, due to the large number of mutant aquatic weeds in the lake, the ship was unable to emerge on its own. In addition to this damage, the wing-like parts of the ship were also damaged in many places, and the other scratches were not detailed in the report.

More, the ship will have to be salvaged and transported back to Asgard for further evaluation. Now the plan given by the engineer is to drain the water first, which is naturally impossible to drain the lake, but at least until the aquatic weeds in the lake are exposed. This is followed by the operation of entering the lake, which has to clean up the aquatic weeds, which is the most time-consuming and laborious, and it is initially estimated that it will take at least several days to clean up the aquatic weeds entangled in the spacecraft. Zuihou is attached to the ship with a tractor, thus fishing it out of the lake. After that, as long as the water in the hull is drained, the towing parts can be installed and pulled back to Asgard.

turned off the brain, and Zero walked out of the tent. On the edge of the lake, workers are unloading machinery from trucks for assembly, one of the cranes has been assembled, and the thick mechanical arm is pointing straight at the lake, just waiting for the water to be pumped and cleaned up before the lifting operation. The scene was busy, but I felt that I was too idle. As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help but laugh, thinking that he had climbed from the lowest wilderness mercenary to now having his own city-state and shili, but he was a little unaccustomed to this kind of comfortable life.

The days are spent in the panic of idleness and the busyness of the workers.

By the next day, the water level in the Great Lake had dropped to the point where it was operational. Standing on the edge of the lake, you can already see the silhouette of the spaceship entangled in aquatic plants and vines, and many workers are amazed by this. They didn't know that it was a spaceship to be salvaged before they came, but now they were surprised to see it. In particular, this hexapopter has a peculiar shape, which is obviously not a product of this era, and it is natural to be surprised. But with the orders of several overseers, they also began to get busy, and it was not easy to clean up these aquatic plants. In particular, working in the water was more laborious and had to be handled with care so as not to damage the spacecraft, so the workers flew into several batches and took turns to launch the water.

After three days, the aquatic weeds were almost cleared. All that remained were the ones wrapped around the hull and wings on both sides, but the work was more time-consuming, and the progress was slowed down. Two days later, the clean-up work was already at the end, and while Zero was watching the workers work by the lake, a report was received from Kaede on the communicator: "Head, we have a guest." ”

"Parliamentary?" Zero asked.

"Well, but it's just an off-road vehicle, like a Border Patrol or something. ”

"Who else is there but you?"

"Want to kill them? I don't think there's a need for that, Old Man Spit has already stepped in to deal with it. ”

"Spit, does he have any guards with him?"

"Yeliu and Haiwei are in a panic, they just follow the old man, and I am watching, don't worry. ”

Zero nodded and said, "Then I'll leave it to you." It's best not to use force, and remember to deal with it if you use force. Call Brown over, if he needs to use force, he knows how to deal with the aftermath. ”

"Listen to you!"

After ending the call, Kaede calls Brown again. He was at the edge of the forest, casually sitting in the canopy of a large tree. Picking up the binoculars, an off-road vehicle looked from the direction of the coastline road, and in about ten minutes it would be about ten minutes before it reached the roadblock that Spit had set up on the side of the road. There was also a sign on the barricade that read "Kellington Manufacturing Company," which was the real thing. As long as you use your brain to connect to the council's network, you can find out that there is indeed the registration information of this company in their name.

At this time, a classic car drove out of the forest, which was Spit's old Ford. A few soldiers standing guard at the barricade saluted the old man who drove down, these soldiers were the guards of the Kerrington Company, and they all had electronic identification. Even if it is checked, there will not be the slightest problem, in order to do all this, Black Rose even bought the entire Kelrington company, which can be described as Jihua meticulous. Of course, it is naturally impossible to make a peaceful acquisition, and the use of some force is necessary. I'm not afraid of being exposed afterwards, anyway, salvaging Jihua is a matter of more than ten days.

Ensure that the truth will not be revealed in more than ten days, and Black Rose still has this strength.

In the telescope, the council's patrol car finally arrived, and four or five soldiers, all of them large, looked quite intimidating. Spit's old face was smiling, and he stepped forward with his hands folded.