In the dark and damp underground passage, Vader, wearing power armor, was walking slowly.
In his memory, he had not personally been to the mining area for almost a year. If Julie hadn't insisted this time, he would never have come down anyway.
Regarding the woman sent by the client this time, he felt both unsatisfied and uneasy from the bottom of his heart.
In previous cooperation, the people appointed by the client to patrol were still very good at what they did, which impressed both him and the commander. However, this time, in addition to giving orders, Julie stayed in the VIP lounge all day long and did not come out.
Know what you are thinking.
It would be fine to do nothing, but since Sadler was killed by Dinmon, this woman actually pulled everyone out of the PC35 area and ignored her for most of half a month. Vader was really puzzled.
Now Julie was following behind him, still dressed in a professional woman's attire, a pair of high heels and a pair of sunglasses, walking leisurely, not caring at all about the mud and sewage splashed in the passage.
"Miss Julie, it's still a little far from PC35 area. Should we take a break?" Wade turned and asked.
Julie was still cold: "No, Chief Vader, we just keep the speed."
Wade hesitated and said: "Miss Julie, can we really find Dinmon in PC35?"
He actually asked this question very carefully. It had been more than half a month since Julie withdrew the mercenaries from the PC35 area, and no one could figure out her intention. Now she came down to the PC35 area in person. Vader was not only puzzled, but also vaguely aware of her intentions.
Still a little uneasy.
Julie said: "I said, he will come back to us."
Wade nodded: "I hope the brothers from the first two teams have found him."
Julie said: "I don't want your men to find him first."
Wade said: "Why?"
Why?
He soon knew the answer.
The testing hall looked like a slaughterhouse at the moment, with corpses strewn across the floor.
Most of them are the corpses of workers. These workers lived miserable lives and were even more miserable when they died. Most of them were shattered into pieces by energy bullets, just like tearing cloth, leaving all kinds of flesh, blood, bones, and internal organs.
, heads and limbs were scattered all over the ground, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Among the hundreds of corpses, there were also the corpses of more than a dozen mercenaries. These people died less tragically than the workers, but they all had one thing in common, that is, their eyes before death were full of pain, fear and disbelief.
If you look closely, you can see that many people had their hands and feet chopped off by the shovels and shovels of the engineers. Some even had half of their heads split open. Some were even bitten by the workers before they died.
Hold your neck.
These coolies have had enough of being squeezed and bullied by mercenaries in their lives, so they might as well bite off a piece of your flesh before they die.
It was obvious that this place had just experienced a tragic battle. Vader's first reaction when he saw this scene was that bitter water surged up in his stomach and he couldn't help but want to vomit.
But Julie walked in indifferently, stood in the pile of flesh and blood, looked around, and murmured: "You are pretty good, you can let so many coolies die for you."
Wade was shocked, and then he realized that there was someone alive at the opposite passage.
When the search light shone through, Wade could see clearly that Zhugan was still sitting half-dead in a wheelchair.
Vader turned on his wrist device, and the personal information of the bamboo pole was quickly displayed on the light screen:
Name: Shangwu;
Age: 51 years old;
Number: F1-1677;
Source: Linda Department - TOP45 District - Thorn Star Refugee Camp 23 TN District;
…
He glanced at it and said sternly: "No. 1677, you are so brave, you dare to incite everyone to cause trouble."
"He is not No. 1677." Julie suddenly waved her hand to interrupt Wade, "He is not called Shang Wu either."
Wade was suddenly stunned: "What's going on?"
Julie stared at the bamboo pole: "His real name should be Yuno."
Zhugan didn't answer, but he suddenly raised his head and stared at Julie like a razor blade.
Julie said slowly: "As early as 15 years ago, when the Assault Corps was building here, you participated in the battle here with the team. At that time, you were just a troubleshooter, so you were lucky to be there in that battle.
I just lost my left leg."
Wade said coldly: "Then why is he here now?"
"That's a good question." Julie seemed to be interested, and Youyou said, "I'm also thinking about this question, why does their fleet want to fight with you?"
There is no need to ask this question. Everyone knows it very well. The purpose is nothing more than one: K virus memory.
"It stands to reason that they should make a comeback after their failure, but the people behind them also know a key issue, that is, this place cannot make too much noise." Julie took two steps forward and picked up a handful filled with water.
She took the bloodstained engineer shovel and looked at it repeatedly in her hand. She seemed to be particularly interested in this gadget used by laborers. "Sometimes larger fleets are like energy guns. Once fired, they will alert the outside world, but if they are sent
It's different if you bring an engineer shovel. Not only will it not cause any noise, it will easily produce miraculous effects in a place like this."
Wade understood this time: "Is he a spy sent by the other party?"
"You are right to understand that." Julie replied leisurely, "After returning from that battle, he was supposed to use medical equipment to restore his left leg, but instead of recovering it, it was broken. Why is that? I
I think there are several reasons for this.”
Wade said: "Miss Julie, please speak."
Julie said: "First, if a person with a broken leg without any help is sent here, he will definitely be considered a cripple, and usually it will not raise any suspicion; second, he has been here before, at least he is not familiar with this place.
The general environment is familiar to him, which makes it easier for him to lurk; thirdly, judging from his age, he should be a junior energy user with little future. In this way, since he is not easy to arouse suspicion, he is also much more powerful than ordinary people.
Less, at least survival is guaranteed. Otherwise, how could a laborer with a broken leg survive in this place for several years and let so many coolies die for him..."
Having said this, Julie couldn't help but clapped her hands towards the bamboo pole twice: "To be honest, I really admire you. You have been able to lurk in such a difficult environment for several years. I think the person who entrusted you with the task is really worthy of your trust."
I admire you even more. You actually let you return here after ten years of silence. No matter how carefully we inspected you, we never thought that anyone would dare to come here a second time."
Zhugan never spoke, but now he finally sneered: "I understand you want to know who he is, but I can guarantee that you will never know."
A disdainful sneer appeared on Julie's lips: "I have to admit, I really don't know, but I can still make some guesses about some things."
Zhugan snorted coldly and stopped talking, but Wade seemed to be respectful: "Miss Julie, please speak."
