Leader of the Ark Raiders

In an instant, it weathered into a blade.

With a soft sound, the guns in the hands of the three mercenaries were directly split into two, and the section was as smooth as a mirror.

Shen Cangye stared at the man in the cloak, "I'm talking about cooperation with you now. If you don't obey, I can't guarantee that the next attack will just cut off your weapons."

The three mercenaries looked at each other tremblingly, and all looked at the man in the cloak.

"Did you understand what I said, sir?" Shen Cangye said politely, "What's your name?"

"I... my name is Nestor." The man in the cloak trembled.

"Very good." Shen Cangye nodded, "Next, I hope you can cooperate well with us."

"Of course!" Nestor's voice trembled, but there was a flattering smile on the corner of his mouth.

The situation in Sargon is chaotic, and it is normal for today's employer to be killed tomorrow.

Nestor, who has been working in Sargon for many years, has already formed a habit.

Whoever has a hard fist can follow whoever, that is absolutely not wrong.

Nestor carefully handed over his business card, "If you need anything, just—just tell me!"

"Nestor." Shen Cangye glanced at his business card, "Tell me, where did Jeston ask you to transport this batch of origin stones?"

Nestor raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "Boss, I, I don't know! I'm only responsible for transporting the goods to an adult in the black market, and I really don't know the rest!"

"Then take us to the usual trading place." Shen Cangye said.

They can pretend that nothing happened, deliver the source stones according to the normal procedure, and then find out who wants the source stones.

"Yes! I understand!" Nestor said with his hands raised.

He led Shen Cangye to the side of the car, and yelled at the car: "Tuye, get out of here and meet our new boss!"

The door of the truck cab opened, and a black-skinned, white-haired woman with plump hoofs stepped out of the truck, looking at Shen Cangye timidly.

Shen Cangye put away his guns and handed over his business card, "Hello, Ms. Tuye, this is my business card. If you are not satisfied with this trading company, the door of Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals is always open to you .”

This is the task indicator to be completed.

It's always right to win over.

The eyes of Nestor and the mercenaries on the side widened.

What kind of face-changing Sichuan opera is this?

The middleman who transfers Originium Stones with the caravan is very vigilant, and the transfer location often rotates between various black markets.

The caravan will not know the specific delivery location until the day of delivery.

So they decided to act in two ways——

Gavial, Tomimi and others stayed in the rainforest to rest.

The remaining operators went to the black market with the caravan.

The next day, after bidding farewell to Gavial, some other people boarded the caravan's truck—including Shen Cangye, Dylan, two logistics operators, and... Shirtel.

After a long day of driving, they left the rain forest and came to the vast desert wasteland of Sargon.

"You don't need to go with us, Shirtel." Shen Cangye felt helpless, "Your injury hasn't healed yet."

"You still owe me eighteen sticks of ice cream." Sier Teer sat on the seat without squinting.

That seems to mean "If you don't pay me back, I will rely on you."

"This..." Shen Cangye scratched his head.

He did not throw away the ice cream, he did not lie.

It's just that they were all placed on the aircraft and were blown up by Jeston.

Shirtel didn't eat a single one.

So there is the scene at this moment.

"I'm serious, I really don't want you to take risks with me." Shen Cangye said seriously.

"I'm serious too, you still owe me eighteen sticks of ice cream." Shirtel still said the same thing.

Shen Cangye was speechless.

This is probably what happens when you try to reason with a girl and she talks to you about your relationship.

He had no choice but to look up at the sky, "I'll buy you a few more ice creams when I get to the city, okay?"

"Then don't forget." Shier Teer said very seriously, "Also, I need to buy some ice cream in a box, the ice cream bread from last time——"

"Actually, it's quite delicious, right?" Shen Cangye smiled narrowly.

"Whatever you want!" Sarkaz snorted.

659. Lure Ask's cat with a luxurious ice cream

The two sat in the back of the truck with the mercenaries, going up and down with the bumps of the wheels.

"Sir Teer, do you want to sit in the front seat?" Shen Cangye asked.

There was another place in the front cab, sandwiched between Tuye and Nestor.

Although it is not easy to sit in, it is still more comfortable than in the cargo hold.

"No need." Shirtel said, "I'm not the kind of spoiled young lady who can't stand a little bit of grievance."

The voice just fell.

The mercenary next to her accidentally nudged her with the elbow.

"Hey..." Shirtel immediately frowned in disgust, moved towards Shen Cangye, and stood next to him.

——Obviously ten seconds ago, she said that she was not the eldest lady who couldn't stand the grievance?

Shen Cangye shrugged helplessly, and cast his gaze out of the cargo hold.

The heat wave hits people everywhere in the desert, as if burning a raging fire.

At a glance, there is a monotonous yellow everywhere, and there is not even a tree.

In the afternoon, they came to a small city.

The caravan stops here briefly to resupply.

Shen Cangye wanted to buy food and water, and Shirtel followed curiously.

This city is not big, but it can be regarded as the distribution center of the chamber of commerce, and there are quite a lot of people on the street.

After Shen Cangye finished shopping, he prepared to return.

Turning around, I saw Shier Teer lying on the window of an ice cream shop, peeping in very vaguely.

Shen Cangye had no choice but to turn around and walk over, opened the door and entered the ice cream shop, "Your eyes are almost glued to you, Shirtel. Come in, I'm treating you."

This thing can be said to be a rare commodity in the scorching heat of Sargon.

Sarkaz finally realized his gaffe, coughed, and said, "I just took a look, but I didn't say I want to eat!"

"Then eat with me." Shen Cangye said with a smile.

When two servings of luxurious ice cream were served, Shirtel's eyes froze a little.

She was about to scoop with a spoon when Shen Cangye pressed her hand.

He handed over two pills and a glass of water, "Take this first."

"What's this?" Stuart frowned.

"The medicine to suppress ore disease." Shen Cangye said.

Shirtel withdrew his hand, "I said, I don't care about ore disease—"

"But I don't want to watch you suffer because of it, or even die because of it." Shen Cangye said.

He took out two more boxes of medicine from his bag and put them on the table, "Take the remaining two boxes with you, and take two pills a day."

tone of command.

The always proud Sarkaz was startled.

I don't know if it was because of the other party's first sentence, or for other reasons.

She didn't refute, but took the pill in her hand silently.

She won't admit mistakes easily.

But this is her way of showing weakness.

After a while, Shirtel curled his lips, "Whatever. Maybe before the ore disease takes my life, I will die on the way to find my memory."

Shen Cangye looked at Shier Teer who was digging the ice cream mountain, "Do you remember, I heard from the people in the caravan the day before yesterday that three travelers encountered quicksand?"

"Ah."

"People trapped in the quicksand want to get out of the quicksand, so they struggle desperately, and eventually sink deeper and deeper." Shen Cangye said, "Lewanting—it should be used to cut off the shackles, but now it is yours. shackles."

Shirter quietly looked out the window.

After a long time, she said, "I just want to get back my own memory, find myself, I..."

She hesitated for a rare moment, her voice became weaker, "I must keep looking, I must... always..."

In the end, her voice was also annihilated by confusion.

Shen Cangye sighed, "I know a few words can't convince you. It's just that there are many places you go and things you do that are very dangerous. I hope you join Rhodes Island, and I hope you can learn to rely on others. You are very strong, strong enough to From the bottom of my heart, I think that others will only cause you trouble. Maybe I am also in your 'trouble' ranks, but I still want to do my best to help you, just like you help Gavial and the others. We agreed that if If you encounter any difficulties, tell me and let us walk with you, okay?"

Sarkaz didn't look at him, and said indifferently: "I've long been used to being alone."

"Then it won't be too late to get used to a life with peer help and caring for you from now on."

Shen Cangye raised his head, just in time to meet Sarkaz's purple eyes.

Shirter suddenly smiled.

The cold ice just now suddenly melted into water.

"Heh, you can actually talk about the love of children?" Sarkaz blinked.

Before Shen Cangye could react, Sarkaz stretched out the spoon, scooped out a large spoonful of the ice cream he was eating, and put it into his mouth.

"Sisters, I ate that." Shen Cangye realized that the other party's ice cream had already been eaten.

"It's your fault for eating too slowly." Shirter licked the spoon like a cat.

For some reason, Shen Cangye felt that Shier Teer seemed to be in a better mood suddenly.

The Sarkaz girl stood up and rubbed Shen Cangye's hair vigorously, as if stroking a cat, "Hey, we should go."

"You messed up my hair! - go? Where?" Shen Cangye got up in a daze.

"While there is still time, you can go shopping with me and buy you some clothes by the way." The corner of Sarkaz's mouth curled up slightly, "This one on you is too ugly, it's better to walk with me Not worthy, like a servant."

"Who wants to match you! And you are dressed like a maid!?"

660. Is there a problem with seeing Shirter as a cat?

When Shen Cangye sat back on the truck again, he had already changed into a black T-shirt.

Although it was forced by the red-haired Sarkaz beside him.

However, considering that the previous one was a bit scratched during the battle, he replaced it with a new one.

"My taste is not bad, right?" Sarkaz drank the ice soda, his eyes quite proud.

"Aside from having a logo on the chest, it can be called tasteful if you buy a solid-colored dress, then I can be a fashion designer." Shen Cangye pouted.

"Tch." Shirtel ignored him, and drank the ice soda in his hand instead.

Fine carbon dioxide bubbles irritated her mouth.

She felt better.

The matter of searching for memories was temporarily put aside by her.

She was just enjoying this short visit in the small town today.