Chapter 1628 Transformation in the Ultimate Battle Thirty-Three
Chapter 1628: Transformation in the decisive battle (33)
"Well, since you have your own plans, I can't ask any more questions."
Seeing that he couldn't ask too many things from Bedivere, the old man continued: "I have already drawn up a contract. No one of these three people will receive thirty-two thousand and one hundred Egyptian dollars in compensation for participating in this mission."
This includes a 5% intermediary fee for the bounty hunter organization and a 2% tax from the Egyptian government."
"A bit expensive." Bedivere hummed.
"There is no way. Because you did not explain the content of the task in detail, and the degree of danger of the task is unknown. In this case, we can only hire people at the highest cost. All the people who apply for the job know that they are on this mission.
It may be life-threatening, but they still come without hesitation. You have to respect them."
"Understood. Draft the contract and let them sign it later." Bedivere didn't want to argue too much about this matter. Anyway, their group's military funds are quite abundant, so they can still get this little money.
Got it.
The werewolf youth then took out the hotel key card that had been prepared from his arms. This card also functions as a debit card. Bediwell and their military funds are stored in the bank account. By swiping this key card
You can withdraw it. The old man has already prepared a credit card machine.
Duh. With this swipe, nearly 100,000 Egyptian coins rolled away like running water.
"Well, I'll go back and tell them that after the contract is signed, your contractual relationship will be officially established. Are you going to meet them now? Or do you plan to have them meet you at a fixed place?"
Bediwell thought for a moment: "It doesn't matter. After signing the contract, I will go over and interview them immediately about the details of the task."
"Very good. Wait for me here." The boss then walked out of the cubicle and went back to chat with the three bounty hunters.
Bedivere watched from the observation room as the people over there had finished chatting and signed the contract. He then walked out of the observation room and pushed the door open into the intelligence room.
"Are you all ready?" he asked as soon as he entered the door.
"Oh------" The three mercenaries each let out a low groan. They were a little surprised to see that their employer was an orc.
"Boss?" Lawrence suddenly came up and said, "We meet again! We are really destined (Kama)!"
Bediwell was a little unhappy: "Don't call me boss."
"But you are indeed the boss. Aren't you the one who is entrusting this mission?" Lawrence said with a playful smile.
Bedivere was depressed for a moment. He was indeed the boss of these three mercenaries, and anyone who paid them could be called a boss. There seemed to be nothing wrong with this statement. But it always made people feel uncomfortable.
"Just call me Bediwell." The werewolf youth then said: "Come with me, I will take you to the place of work right away."
"What is the specific content of this work?" Just after leaving the intelligence room, one of the mercenaries asked: "How high is the danger?"
"Well..." Bedivere was about to say that this job was really just digging out rockfalls, and there was not much danger, but then he thought about it, there might be dangerous Jotun giants wandering outside the landslide site.
Fortunately, as soon as they dig out the fallen rocks, the giants will attack. So this work really cannot be said to be completely without danger.
"The work itself is just to clear the rocks of the landslide, there is not much danger." Bediwell then said, "But there are dangerous monsters near that place, so you must be alert at all times."
"Got it, boss." Lawrence interjected.
Veins appeared on Bediwell's forehead: "I told you, don't call me boss!"
The four of them left the bar and entered the urban area of Cairo. Bediwell led the three mercenaries towards an alley.
"Huh?" Another mercenary couldn't help but reminded him with confusion: "Mr. Bedivere, if you go further, it will be a dead end."
"I know." Bedivere didn't explain much and continued walking towards the dead end. As long as the golden hammer is in Bedivere's hand, he can actually open the portal anywhere and go to the dragon hunters.
In the ancient hall. But he couldn't just open the portal handle on the street in broad daylight and in full view of everyone? He had to find a relatively hidden place to teleport. But those mercenaries didn't know anything.
Understand, I have to ask more about even this little thing, Bediwell is a little unhappy.
When he reached the end of the alley, in a dark corner where no one else was, Bediwell took out the token of the dragon hunter clan from his arms, followed the pattern of the mysterious young man before, and made a cross on the ground.
Then he tapped it lightly with the small hammer, and the portal opened.
"Come with me. And no matter what you see along the way, don't ask too much." Bedivere jumped in first.
Whoosh! The portal was very efficient, instantly bringing Bediwell to the dragon hunter clan's hall filled with legendary dragon weapons.
"Tsk, tsk." Lawrence just arrived and saw the magic weapons hanging on the wall not far away, and couldn't help but whistle.
"Don't touch anything." Bedivere ordered, "There is a protective barrier on the wall. If you touch those weapons casually, you will be roasted."
"Got it, boss." Lawrence replied.
Bediwell refrained from swearing: "The work place is not far ahead. Follow me quickly."
The three mercenaries looked at each other and followed Bediwell to the corridor leading outside the hall. The cold air from the outside was faintly transmitted, making everyone shiver slightly. Everyone knew that this was no longer Egypt.
It's an extremely cold place in the north.
"With such ancient ruins and such a cold place...could this be Iceland?" one of the mercenaries couldn't help but guess.
Of course, Bedivere wouldn't answer him ------ and this guy didn't guess right either. Bedivere just wanted these people to help clean up the rockfall and rescue Solar, but there was always talk.
People are asking this and that. Although qualified bounty hunters seem to have confidentiality obligations, even if Bedivere tells these people the details of the mission, they generally will not tell the contents of the client's commission. However,
Bedivere was always being asked questions, and she felt really unhappy.
They walked a short distance and arrived at the landslide site. The situation was still the same as before. Most of the passage was buried by falling rocks, and the remaining small cracks in the rocks were not enough for an adult man of normal physique to get out. Half of his body was covered by ropes buried by the landslide.
Lar was lying next to the wall as if sleeping, without any movement.
"This guy... I've seen it on TV." One of the mercenaries saw Solar's face and said, "It seems to be that... Magic Swordsman Solar?"
"Boss, do you want to rescue this trapped person, or do you just need to dig a tunnel?" Lawrence then asked: "Is this guy hopeless? Being pinned down by so many heavy rocks, the other half of his body is probably
It has turned into meat sauce."
"Don't worry about this little thing. Just find a way to move the stone away." Bedivere hummed. In fact, he could vaguely see the part of Solar that was pressed by the stone through the cracks in the ice.
Covered with some kind of dim black thing, it is probably the dragon scales of the immortal ancient dragon. If it is protected by the dragon scales, the half of Solar's body that is pressed by the stone should be intact, although the situation now looks much worse than it actually is.
Oops. In short, just find a way to move the stone away and drag out the half of Solar's body that was pinned down from the stone gap. Let Solar worry about the rest.
"Huh------" So Lawrence came to the edge of the stone and looked at it again and again, "This is a bit bad. The stones are frozen. If the frost is not melted, they will definitely stick together. No matter what, they will be moved.
It won't open. Has anyone brought a torch?"
The other two mercenaries also shook their heads. They came in a hurry when accepting the commission this time. They had weapons with them. One of them even brought a digging tool------a shovel--but there was no one there.
Remember to bring a torch.
"You don't have to worry about the fire." Bediwell knew that things would turn out like this. He had already taken out a bag of flame rosin powder from his waist. He walked to the collapsed stone and dug in the ground with his weapon.
Make a small pit, then pour the powder directly into the pit, and hit it with a weapon! The magic flame will rise. The heat of the flame is not low, and the stone conducts heat. When a stone is heated,
The stones nearby also heat up, and the frost surrounding them continues to disintegrate.
"What kind of things do you have on your hands?" Bedivere asked: "Use weapons to pry rocks."
So one of the mercenaries took out a long gun from his pocket. It was pretty good to use it as a crowbar. The other mercenary took out the long sword from his waist and also used the iron gun on his back.
Take out the shovel and start digging at any time.
"Uh..." Lawrence took out a short sword and a small photon pistol from his waist. However, these two weapons were either too short or were long-range shooting weapons, and were not suitable for use as a crowbar.
Another vein appeared on Bediwell's forehead: "I have clearly told you that this mission is [excavation], why do some people always refuse to listen and don't even bring a decent tool?!"
"I'm sorry, I really didn't know that [dig] you were talking about, boss, turned out to be real digging." Lawrence said innocently.
"What? Then what kind of excavation did you think this was when you took the job?!" Bedivere was angry.
Lawrence shrugged: "Well--there are still many undiscovered ancient ruins in the underground of Egypt. Of course, the general [excavation] work in the association refers to digging ancient tombs---
---Whether it is excavation with government permission or unlicensed tomb robbing."
"It's unbelievable. Do you Egyptians like to rob tombs that much?" Bedivere couldn't help but feel even more depressed.
The three mercenaries shrugged at the same time.
"Forget it! Someone give that extra shovel to Lawrence and let him do the main digging! Since you don't bring any tools, you should be allowed to do more!"
"I have no objection, boss." Lawrence then took the shovel from another mercenary and started digging.