The interior of the limo is as normal as its appearance. This is just an ordinary passenger limo, and it is no longer a military modified armored vehicle disguised as a limo with its thin iron sheet.
After the limo started, the body of the limo vibrated greatly. There was an unpleasant smell of lubricating oil inside, mixed with the smell of cheap smoke that almost blended in with the limo. The air circulation system also seemed to be the same one from a few years ago.
The old style has not been updated in time.
Cassia observed the limo in a very short time, and then discovered that not only the air circulation system, but also the entire limo may have been from a few years ago, but there was still some shiny black paint on the outside.
The paint was sprayed on recently.
Soon they came out of the long tunnel in the mountain of the Military School. Cassia asked the other two people for their opinions, and then opened the tight car window on the side. The cold wind that had risen a lot blew in, replacing
The air circulation system is barely working. Taranto in the back seat tightened his clothes. He was wearing a long windbreaker. Now his whole body seemed to be shrinking into the windbreaker.
"It's an old car from a few years ago. I've been driving it for so long that I don't want to throw it away. And now I'm just here to pick you up and take you to an airship airport in the east of Manoma. It's not too far. I'm applying for other vehicles.
The procedure is very troublesome, and it is not necessary." The middle-aged man on the side is holding the steering wheel and staring at the wide road in front of him. There are almost no vehicles on it. It should be time to have lunch.
"It's nothing, as long as you can leave." Cassia shook her head and responded.
"Julian Doyle." The middle-aged man nodded, indicating that this was his name, and then he continued, "This time we are teammates. The one behind is called Taranto Garriton, and his professional skill is communications.
Because the mission this time is to chase people. Without the help of the Holy Emperor's Hall, it is simply impossible to find a few people in such a large area of the empire."
"Cassia Tussos." After Julien finished speaking, Cassia also announced her name.
"I know, you are the commander-in-chief of this mission. Although we are your teammates, we are also your subordinates in another capacity." Julien explained, "But the mission was issued very suddenly, and we did not receive much advance notice.
Notification and preparation are also very hurried, just like this car. If we had notified you in advance, no matter how troublesome the procedures were, we would still have to get a good car from the military school to drive over."
Julien had a regretful expression on his face, and the scenery on both sides of the road were rushing towards the interior of the limo. Although it was an old car a few years ago, it could still be seen that it was well maintained. Although there was vibration, the car was still
It runs very smoothly. The key parts must have been replaced and checked every once in a while. The sound of the steam engine, as well as the transmission shaft parts and the gears engaging and rotating can be heard in the ears, all as delicate as a bee.
A buzzing sound.
Julien loves this car very much.
"Are you also from the military school?" Cassia asked leaning on the car seat.
"Probably so." Julien said, "But I'm this age, and I can tell at a glance that I'm definitely not a student at the military school. Taranto sitting behind him is actually from the school. He's a member of the Imperial School.
Those in heavy industry are still studying there."
"Really, Taranto?" Julien turned his head and asked Taranto in the back seat of the car.
"On the one hand, I work in the heavy engineering school, managing some experimental equipment, and on the other hand, I continue to stay in the school to learn more advanced knowledge." Taranto pushed up his round glasses, which reflected a little light.
Only a vast expanse of white can be seen towards his eyes, and there are less obvious dark circles under the eye bags. His hair is neatly combed, although they have begun to show a decreasing trend. His voice is very hoarse, and people have caught a cold.
When his throat became hoarse, he made similar sounds. His body was also extremely thin, and an ordinary windbreaker could fit two of his body types.
"But I also do other jobs in my daily life." Taranto continued, "For tasks like this, you can earn a lot of extra money at one time, and the military school is very generous."
"That's right, the jobs in the military school are in demand here." Julien agreed from the front, "I used to be a student in the Qinglian School under the military school, which is considered a comprehensive school.
The school is involved in everything, but is not specialized in anything. As you know, many institutions also need people like us to mediate. Later, because of their good performance, they were promoted by the military school to work in the military school.
Editor. To put it simply, it is a group of reserved cheap labor force."
"Of course, this is in the eyes of the Military School." Julien said with a smile, "Even if you are working as a commissioner, it is a rare opportunity for those of us. After all, it is the Military School that issues the mission, and it has been completed
The things you can get are very rich. When it comes to money, the military school has never been stingy."
Cassia nodded to express her understanding.
"Are you partners, or are you the commissioners who have formed a team?" Cassia asked again. The commissioners are probably a group of ordinary people who have signed relevant agreements, but they will all be elites among ordinary people.
.Although almost everyone around Cassia is a surgeon. However, the number of surgeons is limited after all. Compared with the huge population base in the empire, people like Cassia are still in the minority.
There are many complicated tasks, and it is impossible for all of them to be completed by surgeons. So a combination like Cassia's team now, led by a surgeon and assisted by several experienced ordinary people and elites, is
Standard configuration for most mission groups.
"No, no." Julien shook his head, and the steering wheel turned in an arc. The car turned the corner in front, and the airport sign could already be seen in front of him. "We just met in advance after receiving the mission. He and I
We only knew each other for more than an hour. Most of the tasks released by the military school are randomly assigned personnel. I have been a staff specialist for more than ten years, and I have learned some basic rules."
Julien smiled and said, "There are only three of us on this mission. I am responsible for various transportation and travel arrangements, and the Taranto behind should be for communication reception."
"Yes." Taranto nodded.
"The mission book says that I will pick you two up first, and then go to the airport." Julien added, "The next thing I should do is follow your orders, Baron Cassia."
"Me too, they just asked me to assist in receiving relevant communications, nothing else." Taranto's hoarse voice came over.