Alien Relic Hunter

Chapter 413
"Then this guy has quite a strong taste..." Ivan shook his head, and hit Hei Ba into the pocket with a beautiful flip.

"Grass, it's another shot to clear the table... Damn my ass has never sat up on the sofa, I don't want to play anymore, doctor, you bastard!" Seeing the black ball fall into the bag, the hound immediately grabbed it He yelled with his cue stick.

"Why did I cheat, you watched me hit every ball?" Ivan said to the hound with a smile while taking out the billiard balls from the bag.

"There must be something wrong with your robotic arm! I can assure you! To be honest, did you do something wrong?" said the Hound confidently.

"My mechanical prosthetics are controlled by myoelectric signals. Layton and I do the daily maintenance and maintenance together. You can ask Layton if I have manipulated the prosthetics." Ivan said, facing Valentina, who was watching the battle, waved her hand, "Do you want a game?"

"I won't." Valentina folded her arms around her chest and shook her head, "And I know I can't beat you."

"Look, even Valentina refuses to fight you, there must be something wrong, right Layton?" The Hound said excitedly as if he had grasped something.

"That's just an ordinary mechanical prosthesis. At most, it can relieve part of the recoil when shooting a gun. Unless this prosthesis is connected to a computer that can analyze the trajectory of the ball, it can reach the old dog. You said The kind of effect that can clear the table with one stroke is entirely due to the doctor's skill, I have been observing his hand, it is too stable, and there is not even a slight vibration when hitting the ball."

"Cut—you two guys, you know that you two will join hands to bully a lonely old man like me, right? It's boring and boring." The hound waved his hand and threw the club in his hand to Layton, "Let's go back to just now That topic, that shooting, I always felt like something was wrong."

"It doesn't seem like something is wrong, there is no right place at all, it's just outrageous to open the door to outrageous-outrageous home." Layton said.

"No, what I'm wondering about is," the hound stood up, walked to the side of the freezer, and took out a can of soda, "If there is no deviation in the reports in the news, this woman's family owns an industry in the wilderness , then this family must be a big family, at worst it must be at the level of a third-rate consortium—”

He pulled the hose of the soda can, raised his head and took a big gulp, and then said: "A big family like this, don't you think there will be no personal guards, and they still need to spend money to hire PMC people to protect themselves?" ? This is a bit too nonsense, right?"

"There are even more nonsense." At some point, Ke Lan walked out of the head's office, holding a miniature holographic projector in his hand, a blue light shrouded the pool table, and a section was a bit blurry The video played in front of everyone.

"What is this?" Layton froze for a moment, then turned around and asked.

"A big guy in the hacker forum hacked into the official database, picked up the recorded video from the car surveillance camera, and threw it on the Internet."

As Ke Lan said, two people sitting in the front and passenger seats can be seen in the video, perhaps because the road conditions in the wilderness are not so good, the camera has been a little bumpy, but it is still possible to see clearly on the screen. The appearance of the two.

Sitting in the driver's seat and driving was a middle-aged mercenary. He was wearing a standard brown combat uniform, his hair was wrapped in a camouflage turban, and there was a scar above his cheekbone across half of his face, but his beard was He was clean-shaven, and dangling from his mouth was a common cigarette in mercenary circles, but it was not lit.

Holding the steering wheel with both hands, he stared straight ahead at the road ahead. From time to time, he would say a few words into the walkie-talkie on his shoulders. His expression could not be said to be relaxed, but he was not as nervous as a rookie just entering the industry.

Beside him, a large pile of "fat" took up the entire space of the passenger seat—fortunately, this is an armored off-road vehicle with a relatively spacious interior. For a small car, she might have suppressed even the gear lever located between the front and passenger seats.

"No way... Medical beauty technology is so developed these days. If you are a rich person... it should be easy to lose weight through surgery, right? I'm afraid that being so fat will seriously affect your health?" "Heroine", as a doctor, Ivan couldn't help but frowned.

"Who knows, probably because of fear?" Layton scratched his head with his mechanical hand.

The first ten or so seconds of the video were fairly calm, but at the No. 20 second, the woman took out a pistol from the handbag she was carrying with some effort, and checked it repeatedly.

At this time, the middle-aged mercenary sitting in the driver's seat turned his head and glanced at the woman, then turned his head back again—probably he thought it was normal to carry a pistol with him in the dangerous wilderness. , plus this woman is his employer, the mercenary didn't say much, but continued to hold the steering wheel and drive the car on his own.

When the video played to No.30 for four seconds, the woman suddenly observed the surrounding environment, then suddenly raised the gun in her hand, pointed the muzzle at the neck of the middle-aged mercenary who was driving, like going crazy While screaming, he pulled the trigger again and again, and the blood spattered even stained the lens of the camera.

Then, there was a sudden brake, and the whole screen turned sideways. When the screen went black, the video ended.

The few people around the pool table all fell into a strange silence.

After more than ten seconds, Layton said with some uncertainty: "This...is this fucking murder?"

"This is murder!" The hound slapped his thigh hard, "Damn it, if I were this guy's teammate, I would have to give this bitch a sky lantern!"

"The mercenaries in the other cars didn't know what happened. At first they thought it was a gun that went off, so they let the woman return to the ark safely." Ke Lan pouted, "But they never thought that this This action has brought a huge trouble to everyone involved in this escort mission, including the PMC behind them."

"Trouble? What trouble?"

"The family behind that woman demanded that PMC pay 1500 million credits in total for medical expenses, mental damage expenses, etc., and plan to take the mercenaries and PMC who performed the mission to court—they thought it was these It was the fault of the mercenaries that led to this accident." Ke Lan said slowly.

(End of this chapter)