The yellow sand that had filled his eyes for many days finally stopped in front of him. Although there was still a lingering taste, but at this time he could see the vast green, and Cassia felt that her spirit suddenly became much better.<
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"As expected of an oasis, it's really beautiful." The first impression of an oasis is green.
In front are huge patches of sand-proof forest neatly planted, layer after layer. The Green Oasis building inside is the core ingredient of the layer cake, tightly wrapped inside.
The design of the road still follows the shape of a spider web, which ensures that people coming from all directions can enter this huge man-made desert oasis.
All the yellow sand underfoot turned into concrete ground, and the shadows of the setting sun, obscured by tall trees, were cast all around. The sound of wind and sand disappeared. Other steam locomotives were happily running on the road, and there were definitely not a few pedestrians and vehicles coming and going. Caravans
The shadow of mercenaries occupies a large proportion in it.
"Boss, where are we going?" The team of vehicles lined up in a straight line and crawled on the road. David slowed down a little, letting the steam locomotive still run straight. He looked at the passenger seat next to him who had changed from just now.
Kara has been silent.
Of course, Kara hasn't figured out where to go yet, nor does she have a specific plan on what to do after entering the Gerun Oasis. They know that they need to find a hidden identity for themselves, and then start to detect intelligence. But how should the mission be carried out?
, even she herself has no bottom.
"Find us a place to rest first, and then don't you want to do business? We still have some fur materials in the car. You can sell them together. If I think of anything, I will tell you."
"Boss, if you don't mind, then come to our home first." David smiled a little flatteringly, "Before coming here, I asked someone to buy a small house here. The environment there is good, with trees, flowers and plants.
The water flow is not only quiet but also has a small yard, which is guaranteed to suit your wishes."
"Then just drive there." Kara didn't care about the house, the water vapor-filled air around her already made her feel good.
"Okay." David nodded quickly and turned into a busy and worried housekeeper. He didn't want to be like this. He used to be the boss and let others work for him, but after all the trouble last night, he felt that
But I was really afraid of the young woman next to me.
I have always heard people say that there are a few famous mercenary teams. The people in them all look like black bears and can kill a person with one punch. They are completely murderous people. But these things are all Dai
Wei heard what others said, but he had never seen it before. Until last night, he saw two people with small pistols able to kill a group of about a hundred sand wolves, one bullet for each wolf, killing the wolves without blinking an eye.
He had never heard of it, but he had really seen it. At that time, he was a little scared. Sometimes human life is not worth as much as a sand wolf.
Only then did he realize that the two people he met were definitely unusual. After careful consideration, he realized that they were much scarier than the ferocious mercenaries with scars on their faces that he had seen.
This is the feeling that a person’s natural temperament reveals.
Mercenaries try their best to make themselves look ferocious and powerful, so that businessmen with little vision will hire them to do work. In fact, they just stay with firearms for a long time, and their opponents
It's just that they know a little more about the job of making a meal than others, and if not, they are very courageous. Because these people have no worries, they naturally have a fierce aura about them, and they look very powerful.
But from the woman next to him who was leaning against her side, blowing the warm evening breeze, David could not find any of the same temperament as those of the mercenaries.
"Should it be said that the two of them hid it too well, or that these things are actually just ordinary to them, so they do not have much impact on their lives." David did not dare to ask, his wife and the two
But his daughter is still sitting behind him.
The steam locomotive turned many corners on the road, and when the street lights on the side were all on, they finally arrived at David's house, a beautiful house made of cement and steel plates.
"Businessmen are indeed rich people." Cassia sighed as she got out of the car with her backpack in hand. Carla was born in a grand ducal family, and she has seen many houses like this, but she didn't comment much.
David was telling the skinny mercenaries to move things quickly, and he would let them go after they were paid. If he hadn't met those two people on the way, his family's life would really have stopped there, and he felt in his heart
Naturally, he was angry. But he had always been doing legitimate business and he also understood the danger of leaving before the full moon night. He had always had a good temper and didn't curse much.
The small garden is indeed as David said, not big, and can barely accommodate a dozen steam locomotives.
Everything was moved to the warehouse of the house. There were pieces of precious jewelry protected with silk and soft cotton, and sets of high-end clothing. This was David's entire net worth except for the money in the bank.<
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He is a jewelry merchant, and his wife is a clothing designer, so he used his own funds to help his wife build a small shop selling clothes.
David was settling the fees for the mercenaries, and Cassia and Carla thought they should move the weapons and ammunition from the car into the room. They unloaded several bundles of high-quality furs, and underneath were bullets packed in thin iron opening boxes.
A layer of oil paper wraps ten centimeter-long sniper bullets neatly arranged inside.
"Boss, let me help you." David's slightly fat body was very strong. He held the small iron box with both hands and tried to lift it up. However, no matter how hard he tried, his face turned red and his forehead seemed to be hard.
No matter how much sweat was squeezed out, the iron box did not move, as if it was made of solid material.
But seeing Kara and Cassia moving away easily, he began to wonder if he was too tired these past few days and felt a little weak.
"Just put it there. This thing is still quite heavy, so I don't need your help." Kara turned around and said.
"I don't believe it." Looking at Kara's small body and her arms, which are only one-third as thick as his own, David felt a little depressed. He originally wanted to show off.
What was inside, and why was it so heavy? David pulled away a corner of the greased paper, and the shining golden bullets were arranged like well-trained guards. At this moment, they were looking up at his face. Every bullet inside was
Can take away his life.
He felt the cold light of the bullet dazzling his eyes, and his hands trembled, because there were footsteps behind him. He quickly smoothed the oil paper, and he stood aside with his heart beating loudly and a naive smile on his face. The person who came was not the boss, but
It's the man next to the boss. The boss said his name seems to be Carley Hill, and he's also from the Twenty-Third Grand Duke's family.
"Oh, the boss asked you to prepare some food quickly. She is hungry." Cassia picked up the last box of bullets on the ground and said to David who was standing aside. Her tone was very kind, but it really came from the heart. He felt
An honest businessman like David was miserably deceived by Carla, but Carla did not have any malicious intent in doing so.
"Okay, it'll be fine soon. We're bringing the old chef with us." David nodded from behind, and the last bit of businessman's aura and resistance in his body disappeared without a trace in front of that box of bullets.<
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"I'd better work as a steward for my boss with peace of mind." David's back looked a little lonely under the light of the garden insect lamp. Killing was indeed not his area of expertise. His ideal was to have peace of mind.
If he is serious about doing business, "Let's go help with the cooking."