Alien Relic Hunter

Fort Mukah, "Trigger" bar.

Although the "Trigger" bar is called a bar, it is actually a comprehensive gathering place integrating accommodation, catering, entertainment, and intelligence equipment transactions. It is invested by four consortiums and operated by the field corps.Located inside the first wall of the Mukah Fortress, it is one of the few areas in the fortress that is open to the outside world as a "non-military restricted zone".

This is a building that covers an area equivalent to a large shopping mall. Fortunately, the area where the "Trigger" bar was located in the heretical sect attack was preserved, with minimal damage, and it resumed business immediately after the incident. It has almost become the most popular place in the entire Mukahe Fortress.

The main guests received by the Trigger Bar are mercenaries and relic hunters who come and go on missions. Many people who live in the wilderness will also regard this place as a frontier supply station and rest point. After all, there are thick walls and nearly [-] field soldiers Protection, in any case, is safer than camping in the open wilderness.

And some officers and soldiers who are on vacation also like to come to the Trigger Bar to drink, chat and brag with those mercenaries and hunters by the way, and do some "small business" that may be legal or illegal.

It is two o'clock in the afternoon, which is one of the most deserted times of the day in the Trigger Bar - the guests of the bar are either working or sleeping in the guest room at this time. It gradually became lively.

But even so, there are still several tables of people sitting scattered in the lobby at this time, some are drinking, some are eating, and some are sitting there chatting with nothing on the table - the third type of people is the most Of course, the management staff of the bar will not drive away these people who occupy the seats and do not spend money at this time. Anyway, there are many empty seats now, so why not let these people add a little popularity to the lobby.

However, compared to last week, there are far fewer people consuming drinks and food in the Trigger Bar, both day and night...not because of less traffic at the bar, but because of all the drinks and food Prices have risen by nearly [-]% compared to last week.

"I heard that the supply of supplies is tight recently, so the price of goods will skyrocket..." A man dressed as a mercenary played with the kerosene lighter in his hand, and whispered to his companion, "I am planning to build a transport convoy, If you transport the materials from the ark here to resell, if you can control the price difference, you should be able to make a lot of money."

"Make a fortune? I'm afraid you didn't make any money, but lost your life instead." His companion frowned and said, "The information I got is more accurate than yours. The information about the cartload of supplies that should have arrived yesterday Nothing, that's why the prices of things in the base have increased, and in my opinion, I'm afraid there will be a war."

"Is this news reliable?" The mercenary who spoke first stopped what he was doing, stared nervously at his companion across the table, and asked.

"I used fifteen rounds of tungsten-core armor-piercing ammunition to exchange this news with a non-commissioned officer who came to the bar on his shift yesterday to 'seek business'. Press down even lower.

The so-called "finding business" is a slang term. People in the army sometimes leak some irrelevant news to these civilians, and use this method to make some extra money, but the authenticity of this kind of news needs to be bought. Everyone can judge for themselves, some guys with good eloquence and good storytelling can even get a sumptuous supper in exchange for a few lies.

"Tsk, if there is going to be a war, wouldn't it be dangerous for us to stay here? Is there a convoy returning to the Ark recently? Pack up your things quickly and return to the Ark with the fastest convoy. Only then can it give me a sense of security, no fortress base can replace it."

"Snap." An empty glass was turned upside down, and a young man with white skin, white hair, and even white eyebrows and pupils sat down on an empty chair by the table, "There won't be any convoy coming back soon. The Ark is gone... I have the latest and most reliable news, and if you buy me a drink, I can give it to you 'for free'."

"who are you?"

"It's just a little-known relic hunter, working part-time as an information dealer." The man in white said, "Or, the main job is an information dealer, and occasionally visits the relics... After all, you can make money safely. , who is willing to sacrifice their lives, don’t you think so?”

The two mercenaries looked at each other, and the latter shook his head: "I haven't heard of you on the road, so how can you guarantee that your news is worth a glass of wine? Why don't you tell us the news first, if we feel This news is useful, so I will naturally invite you to drink."

"I'm afraid this is against the rules." The white man shook his finger, "Once the news is out, it is worthless. Besides, my throat is very dry now, I need to drink something to moisten it first." voice."

"You kid, do you want to be a white wolf with nothing?" The first mercenary who spoke had a sullen face, and his hands on the table could not help clenching his fists—although fighting is strictly prohibited in the trigger bar, as long as you leave the surveillance camera It's hard to say anything, the expressions and movements of these two mercenaries already carried a hint of threat.

The young man in white didn't seem to realize that he had annoyed the two mercenaries. In terms of physique, let alone he beat two of them. The opponent of the sinewy mercenary.

Moreover, there were no obvious traces of transformation or strengthening on this person—perhaps, as he said, intelligence dealers were his main business.

For mercenaries and relic hunters, a real information dealer must be a character who needs to befriend, but this guy in front of him is a character he has even heard of, maybe he came here to bluff.

"Well," the white man showed a look of embarrassment, "I can tell you half of this news first, and if you think it's valuable and want to know the rest, please buy me a glass of wine. If you are interested in this If you’re not interested in the news, or think it’s fake news, then just pretend you haven’t heard it, how about it?”

The two mercenaries looked at each other again, nodded, and looked a little relieved: "You talk about the other half first, and we will naturally make a decision after listening."

"No problem." The white man cleared his throat, first scanned the bar lobby from the corner of his eyes, then leaned down, and said to the two mercenaries in a very low voice: "Six hours ago, Mukahe All the drones used by the base for reconnaissance have been released from the hangar. An hour ago, less than half of the drones returned, and these drones showed signs of extremely unstable flight. Long flights deplete the built-in power crystals."

"What kind of news is this? We also know that there is going to be a war—then we must first send drones to scout the battlefield!" The No.1 mercenary froze for a moment and said with a frown.Just when he was about to wave his hand to send the liar away, another mercenary held down his companion's hand and said to the white man, "I'll treat you to a glass of wine, you continue to talk."

The white man smiled without saying a word, tapped the table twice with his right index finger, and glanced at the empty glass in front of him.

"Pour him a glass of wine, the cheapest." The mercenary greeted the bartender.

Now the cheapest trigger bar is the "diluted wine" made by mixing concentrated liquor with water. This stuff has a faint taste of industrial alcohol, which not many people like, but even so, the price of this kind of wine has risen now At [-] credits, order a drink.

On the Ark, eighty credits are enough to buy a whole bottle of cheap brand sparkling wine.

While swiping the card to pay, the mercenary still showed a trace of unconcealable distress in his eyes.

"Gudong Gudong..."

The tawny liquor was poured into empty glasses—the concentrate is clear and colorless, and the tawny was the food coloring added to it, which did nothing for the texture or flavor, though it would enhance the presentation.

"You didn't say what kind of wine it was, did you?" the mercenary said to the man who claimed to be an intelligence dealer.

"It's okay, it's okay." The white man picked up the glass, first sniffed it vigorously, then drank half of the glass in one gulp, smacked his lips, and then said, "Mukah base has secretly entered the first level. In a state of combat readiness, you can’t leave here now. When you walk to the exit of the base, you will be stopped by the guards, saying that a routine show is going on outside, and the entire base needs to be sealed off for about one to three days. But in fact, the entire base’s troops They are all in pre-war preparations, and I have seen with my own eyes that they are loading live ammunition, not training dye rounds."

"That's all?" The mercenary who bought him a drink frowned, "Where is the war... do you know?"

"I don't know where the war is going to be fought, but I know where the drones are coming from."

"Where?" the mercenary hurriedly asked.

"Noah's Ark." The white man said every word.

"What?!" The two mercenaries were stunned, and then they breathed quickly, "You mean, the place of the battle is...the Ark?!"

"Hey, I didn't say that, I just said that those drones flew back from the direction of the ark." The white man waved his hands again and again, "Don't talk nonsense, and be careful that misfortune comes out of your mouth."

"How do you know that the drone's reconnaissance location must be the Ark?" The mercenary asked suspiciously, "Mukah's officers will not sell this level of secrets to you."

"It's very simple, observation." The white man stretched out his index finger and middle finger, pointing to his eyes, "First of all, these drones are ultra-long-distance reconnaissance, and when they return to the hangar, their energy is on the verge of being overdrawn. The shortest straight-line reconnaissance path must be taken, so the direction must not be wrong."

"There are so many places in that direction, how can you be sure it must be the Ark?"

"The ones returning to the hangar are all fourth-generation reconnaissance drones. This type of drone uses either the fourth-generation electric engine produced by the military, or the fourth-generation engine produced by a third party such as Dji. Whether it is military production or civilian production, the performance is not bad. Combined with the energy crystallization and endurance of this engine, it can directly lock the reconnaissance radius of the drone. At the maximum value of this reconnaissance radius, the only one with reconnaissance value The only target is the Ark."

The expressions of the two mercenaries froze, and after a few seconds, the No.1 mercenary murmured: "Mukah...Mukah didn't mean to...create..."

Before the word "anti" in "rebellion" was uttered, the companion covered his mouth and said in a deep voice, "Don't talk nonsense, it's impossible...Mukah doesn't even have a battleship, it's impossible... "

He stopped in the middle of his own words, and couldn't help raising his head, meeting the eyes of the white man: "Could it be that something happened on the side of the ark?"

The white man didn't speak. At this moment, with a bang, the door of the bar, which was originally hidden, was brutally pushed open, and a school officer walked in quickly with a group of heavily armed soldiers. .

The two guilty mercenaries immediately lowered their heads, not daring to look at the officers and soldiers who broke in.

Although there are officers and soldiers coming to drink in the Trigger Bar on weekdays, they are all officers and soldiers on their shifts, so how can there be such a battle... Even if someone in the bar is drunk and making trouble, at most they will send a few sentries on duty, holding Rubber batons and riot shields beat people up and take them away...

But each of these soldiers is armed to the teeth, even if you don't look at them, you can feel a murderous aura emanating from them... There is no doubt that these people have survived the cruel battlefield The elite are warriors who crawled out of hell.

The school officer who led the team looked at the few dozen people in the lobby, frowned, and said to the person in charge of the bar who hurried out to greet him: "There are too few people here, call everyone in the guest room upstairs, There is an urgent task and we need to recruit a group of good hands."

……

Ten minutes later, the originally cold bar lobby was full of people. Some guys who were awakened from their sleep wanted to lose their temper when they got down, but when they saw the group of murderous soldiers standing against the wall Immediately afterwards, I was so frightened that I lost all sleepiness, and even the breath of getting up disappeared.

"There is a very difficult task that requires the recruitment of ten to twenty volunteers, regardless of occupation, identity, age, gender... as long as you think you have a skill and are familiar with team operations, you can sign up." The school official Seeing that the people had almost arrived, he said to everyone in the lobby through a loudspeaker, "The reward for the mission is high enough to allow you to live comfortably for the rest of your life, but I can tell you that the death rate of this mission is also the same. very high."

As soon as the words fell, the crowd started whispering. Not long after, a bold mercenary raised his hand and asked, "Then, sir, can you tell us what the mission is?"

"No, the content of the mission is top secret, and we can only tell you if you are sure to accept this mission." The officer refused, "But as long as you accept this mission, you can get 30 credit points, and you will get 30 credit points after you leave. Ten thousand, you can deposit it into your personal account or any account you designate. This is just a deposit. If the task can be completed, a one-time payment of 600 million credit points will be paid. Note that it is not 600 million for the entire team, but It’s 600 million per person.”