Chapter 390 Do you want to live?
“The car is coming!”
"Hurry up and load the goods!"
"Hurry and transport all the stuff back before the Mechanical Tribe blockades it!"
“…”
In a corner of the freight station, the atmosphere was tense and the employees of Left Eye Group were busy.
The transport trucks came to them with large containers, but they did not unpack them. Instead, they loaded the entire containers directly into the truck, saving time and keeping everything simple.
Soon, more than a dozen freight trucks drove out of the dock and gradually disappeared in the distance on the dim road at night.
That night, not only them, but all the other employees at the dock were in a hurry, fearing that the mechanical race would carry out a complete blockade.
No one noticed that after the dozen or so freight trucks left, two dark shadows followed closely behind them, following the convoy and moving away from the dock.
Zhuang Ren said to Su Xia, "Are you not going to take care of that batch of arms?"
Su Xia shook her head: "There are too many to take away. Let's save people first."
"Don't you have the means to travel through space?"
"There are too many people at the dock, so it's not convenient to collect the money."
Su Xia didn't value that batch of arms and supplies. If he really needed them, he could just destroy a few mercenary towns.
Compared with this, human life is more important.
The two followed closely behind the convoy. Now was not the best time to take action, so they could only wait slowly.
Late at night, the temperature was getting lower and lower. The cold wind was howling in the middle of the night, blowing on their faces. The wind carried fine and dense cold threads. It was actually raining.
Clearly, the moonlight could be seen just a few hours ago, but now there is a layer of rain clouds in the night sky above our heads.
"Damn it, it's raining again. I hate this kind of weather the most." Zhuang Ren cursed and wiped the rain off his face.
"What's wrong?" Su Xia asked.
"It is inconvenient to move on rainy days. The sound of rain hitting clothes is slightly different from the sound of rain hitting other materials. Especially when moving at high speeds, people with keen perception can distinguish it." Zhuang Ren explained.
“I seem to have seen this statement.”
"You didn't notice before?"
"Um."
"You are too young and inexperienced, no wonder you are always picked on by the mechanical tribe!" Zhuang Ren said bluntly, "Read more books, especially those written by the old masters in the tavern. There are many details that newcomers like you don't know. A detail can save a life!"
"I'm wanted now and can't go back to the tavern to read." Su Xia said.
"You bastard, you brought this upon yourself. Who made you so impulsive that you killed someone in a tavern?"
"Blame me?" Su Xia shrugged. "The rules of the tavern have not changed for decades. It should have been revised long ago."
"You can save that for the first founder of the tavern in hell!"
"How could a young talent like me go to hell?"
“…”
Zhuang Ren remained silent. He couldn't argue with Su Xia, so he stopped talking.
Regarding the problem of rainy days that he mentioned, Su Xia had indeed seen it in some introductory books inside the tavern.
Moving in rainy days is a big problem, as hearing, vision, smell, etc. will be disturbed, and the marks left by rain on the body are difficult to clean. If you are not careful, you may lose your life because of details.
Previously in Seahorse City, Su Xia’s whereabouts were exposed due to the rain, which led to him being surrounded by the Mechanical Clan.
After a while, Zhuang Ren spoke again: "You haven't learned any of the courses in the tavern, such as psychological training, surveillance, disguise, information technology, cryptography, physical training, intelligence analysis, etc.?"
Su Xia nodded: "Yeah."
"It's a miracle you're still alive!"
"I can't help it. I'm too strong."
“…”
The courses that Zhuang Ren mentioned are all offered inside the pub. You can buy the textbooks and videos to study on your own, or you can find a tutor, but the price will be more expensive.
Members who can survive for more than three years will basically learn some of the content.
Among these, the most popular ones are naturally practical ones such as hand-to-hand combat, weapon handling, driving techniques, etc. In addition, courses such as camouflage, surveillance, counter-surveillance, and anti-tracking are also very popular.
These courses are voluntary. As long as you want to learn, you can pay for them.
Learning one more skill will give you more hope of survival.
Even if you can't use it now, you will need it one day.
The longer you live, the more money you can make.
Everyone understands this principle.
This learning process, coupled with repeated practical experience, is the path for newcomers to gradually become veterans.
However, Su Xia had not learned any of the skills mentioned above, and only had a superficial understanding of most of them.
Therefore, Zhuang Ren said it was a miracle that he was still alive.
It is unprecedented for a young man like Su Xia, who knows nothing and doesn't even understand the basic procedures of the tavern such as tasks, exchanges, and transactions, to live a high-profile life to this day.
"Why did you originally join the tavern?" Zhuang Ren asked him.
"Of course it's to make money!" Su Xia replied.
"And now?"
“It’s still to make money!”
“…”
"My head is worth 1 billion now. More than 100 organizations have issued bounties on me. The prize pool is full. If I had only one life, I would have wanted to collect the bounty with my head on my shoulders."
“…”
Zhuang Ren took a deep breath, looked at Su Xia, and said to him, "You bastard, your goal is really single-minded."
Su Xia said: "This is called keeping the original intention."
"Then why did they kill? Why did they kill Xue Lin? Was it for justice?"
"no."
"Isn't it?"
"Nonsense, of course it's for pleasure!"
“…”
The topic was cut off, and only the sound of the cold wind was left.
Xue Lin did deserve to be killed, but according to Zhuang Ren's idea, he should not be killed inside the tavern.
His idea was consistent with that of many people. If Su Xia had not taken action at the beginning, things would not have developed to this point. At least the mechanical clan would not be able to obtain most of Su Xia's information and intelligence from the tavern.
Although that action seemed satisfying, it also made Su Xia be labeled as impulsive, reckless, and reckless.
"By the way, what do you plan to do after you rescue the more than 200 kidnapped people in the convoy ahead?" Zhuang Ren suddenly spoke.
"Let me think..."
"We've already taken action, and you haven't thought it through yet?" Zhuang Ren stared at him, "Don't you ever consider the consequences of your actions?"
"I am the masked weirdo. I am young, impulsive and ignorant. Of course I do things without considering the consequences." Su Xia said calmly.
"you……"
Zhuang Ren was furious. If he had known earlier, he would have acted alone. Acting with Su Xia was just asking for trouble!
He is old and getting angry is really bad for his health.
Su Xia said calmly, "We will reach the group's only base in Conch City in forty minutes. We will start in twenty minutes."
"Are you not afraid of alerting the enemy?"
"Once I take action, I will cut off all contact with the other party, don't worry."
Su Xia glanced at the gloomy night sky, and saw several more patrol machines of the Mechanical Clan flying past.
It was a dreary night. The arrival added a sense of uneasiness and chilliness. The whole world was weighed down by gloomy clouds.
"As for the more than 200 kidnapped people, they all had official identities. We can just give them some money and evacuate them directly, and let them go home on their own."
“This is a feasible method.”
Zhuang Ren pondered for a moment, then nodded, approving Su Xia's approach.
Those two hundred people have hands and feet, and they can walk back by themselves for some money. However, the psychological trauma they suffer requires long-term counseling, which is not their job.
Time passed, the rain was neither heavy nor light, and it was hazy.
More than 20 minutes later, the convoy entered the suburbs in the southwest of the city. The wheels spun on the slippery road and fine raindrops appeared in the beams of the headlights.
Su Xia took a few calm breaths, her eyes calm, and said to Zhuang Ren beside her: "Do it!"
"good!"
The two men flew out, their figures blurry, like two ghosts, and instantly closed the distance with the convoy.
“Chi——”
There was a sudden harsh braking sound from the convoy ahead, and the overall speed dropped sharply.
Su Xia shook hands from a distance, and the electronic equipment on more than ten cars were collectively paralyzed, sparks flew, and they were scrapped on the spot, turning into a pile of electronic waste.
Then, there was a whoosh sound.
Zhuang Ren's body strangely crashed into the carriage of the last car, and the rear door of the carriage was not damaged. It seemed that he passed through it directly, ignoring the material barrier.
In the blink of an eye, he came out from the front windshield of the car's cab. The windshield was intact, but the two people in the driver's seat and the co-pilot seat were dead.
Their eyes were wide open, with a trace of fear remaining on their faces, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying before they died.
"What kind of ability is this?"
Su Xia was suspended in the air, letting the rain hit her body, quietly observing Zhuang Ren's actions.
Below, Zhuang Ren was like a real ghost, floating around, and in the blink of an eye he passed through several cars. All the employees of the Left Eye Group in the cars died, without exception.
In less than half a minute, he had cleared the entire convoy !
This method of killing is strange yet smooth and light. It is not disturbed by external factors and even looks elegant.
As expected of an old legend, his abilities are beyond doubt.
"Okay, let's open all the car doors!" Zhuang Ren floated back to the roof of the last car and looked up at Su Xia.
His breathing was steady, without the slightest rush, and his previous actions did not cause him much burden.
Su Xia waved lightly, and with a bang, the doors of more than ten large trucks below were instantly deformed and torn open the next moment.
Then, he removed the door of the container in the car insurance on the spot, simply and roughly.
When the door of the box was opened, a foul smell wafted out.
There are more than ten to twenty people in each container. During the twenty days at sea, all their eating, drinking, defecating and urinating are done in this dark box, so the smell in the box is naturally not very good.
"Come out, you are free!" Su Xia shouted.
Then, faint sounds were heard from the container one after another.
Not long after, some skinny people walked out of the container. They had fear on their faces and walked very lightly. No one could believe what was happening.
After being kidnapped, they knew that their lives were over, and many of them had lost faith in getting out alive.
But at this moment, they actually breathed fresh air.
The rain of freedom came crashing down on them, hitting their faces, causing many to burst into tears on the spot, squatting on the side of the road and weeping bitterly.
"Woo woo woo... I'm still alive..."
The days in the container were like hell, comparable to any kind of mental torture in the world.
Some people were so emotionally shaken by the sudden freedom that they fainted on the spot.
Some people hugged each other and cried, tears rolling down their cheeks.
Su Xia checked everyone and made sure that there were no disguised Left Eye Group employees among them, only then did he feel relieved.
Afterwards, he gave a sum of money to Zhuang Ren and asked him to distribute it to everyone who came out alive.
"There are still 154 people alive." Su Xia counted the number of people and took out a box. "There are 300,000 in this box. Divide it among them. It should be enough for their fare home."
"You bastard, why do you want me to share the money?" Zhuang Ren was dissatisfied.
"You move fast, I can't keep up with you."
"snort……"
Zhuang Ren snorted coldly, took the box from Su Xia, and his body turned into a wisp of green smoke again and moved quickly.
He floated back and forth in the rain, and every time he passed a person, that person would have an extra stack of cash in his hand.
There are no pregnant women among these people, all of them are young people in their teens.
While Zhuang Ren was handing out money, Su Xia floated in the air and said loudly to these people: "You are now in the Central Continent, in the south, in a port city called Conch City..."
His voice was powerful and penetrating, and he gradually explained to these people their situation and current situation.
The people below raised their heads, tears in their eyes, with grateful looks, tightly holding the banknotes in their hands, and carefully remembering every word Su Xia said.
Zhuang Ren snorted again: "Fuck it, let me do the hard work of distributing money. This bastard has it easy. He just says a few words and it's done."
But in the blink of an eye, the box in his hand was empty.
A total of 300,000 bills were distributed, and everyone received a similar amount of money, which should be enough to last until they return home.
Even if it is not enough, they can contact their families and ask them for help.
It is impossible for Su Xia and Zhuang Ren to do these things personally; they do not have the time and energy.
The last young man who got the money was a pastor, wearing a priest's robe, about 18 or 19 years old. He looked excited, holding the banknotes tightly, and kept making the sign of the cross: "Thank God, thank God..."
“Bang!”
Zhuang Ren slapped the young man on the forehead and said angrily, "I worked so hard to rescue you, but you don't thank me, but thank God instead?"
The God of this world has the same meaning as the God on the other side of the earth.
The young pastor cried out in pain, touched his head, and said honestly: "It was God who heard my prayer and sent you to save me."
"fart!"
Zhuang Ren slapped him again, feeling angry, and said to him: "This is the Central Continent, it's not under the jurisdiction of God, I am the God here!"
"Forehead……"
The young pastor opened his mouth and wanted to say something in his defense, but he was afraid of being beaten by Zhuang Ren, so he shrank his neck and dared not speak.
…
At the same time, in the base of Left Eye Group.
The member in charge of contacting the team looked unhappy and kept calling the team's contact person: "Can the team hear you? Can they hear you? Why did it suddenly disconnect?"
He tried several contact methods and even called the driver directly, but there was no response.
In this situation, there is only one possibility.
Something happened to the convoy!
At this moment, Frank, the general manager of the base, stood behind him with a gloomy face and his hands behind his back, constantly urging him: "Change the contact method. If it doesn't work, ask the people at the dock!"
"Yes, sir, wait a moment!"
The liaison officer's face turned pale and his palms were sweating with anxiety.
This Frank's methods are quite tough, much tougher than the previous Andrew. It is quite dangerous to work under him, and you may be severely punished if you are not careful.
Of course, everyone in the base knew that this situation was only temporary.
Frank has been a deputy for many years. He was finally promoted to a regular employee these past two days. Naturally, he has to use harsh measures to establish his authority, increase his influence, and erase everything that Andrew left here.
"Why haven't you contacted me yet?"
Frank was a little impatient and spoke in a bad tone.
Logically speaking, nothing should go wrong along the way unless they are intercepted by the mechanical clan's supervisory forces.
That situation would not be good and might involve the entire base.
At this moment, a man's voice suddenly rang out in his voice: "Don't worry, things haven't developed to the worst point yet."
"Um?"
Frank's heart sank and he turned around immediately.
The room was very secluded, with the door tightly closed, and no one could enter without his permission.
But at this time, behind him, there was a man in a wheelchair, and next to the man in the wheelchair stood a tall woman in a black coat.
When did these two people come in?
Why weren't any alarms triggered?
Frank was alert and ready to take action.
"Who are you?" He stared at the two of them and asked coldly.
“It doesn’t matter who I am.”
The man in the wheelchair looked pale and seemed to be in poor health. He said in a soft voice and calmly, "The important thing is, do you want to survive?"
