In the northern suburbs of Yongyegang, on the windward vent that is hit by wind and sand, there is a small alley called Heishui Lane.
This is the slum of Yong Night Harbor, and most of the people living in marginal groups outside the Willant people.
Among them were natives from the Great Desert, expelled people from the Legion, natives from the New World, and even Brahmins.
The complex racial components and sharp contradictions have created a mixture of fish and dragons here.
Although local gang members dared not fight blatantly under the noses of the Willant people, vendetta and armed fights occurred from time to time, just like Xifan Port after the Southern Legion took over.
The Willant people don’t care about the life or death of these scraps. They are just cheap and easy-to-use laborers. Although they are struggling on the line between poverty and food and clothing every year, they have never seen them die.
They are like weeds, and they always come here for various reasons, and after the spring breeze blows, they grow one after another.
So it is no wonder that the Southern Legion was dissatisfied with the civil service group in Triumph City.
Triumph City-style pressing is too inefficient and even weak.
If those group of triumphants can build a mutually harmful society like them, so that flies and mice can bleed to death for one bite of poop, and spit on each other for whom they are even more odorous, it would be impossible for the initial riot to happen at Xifan Port.
For example, Yong Night Port.
There would be no laborers who died of exhaustion on the Wilrants' dock.
Before they fall down with exhaustion, they will be quietly buried in a place where everyone cannot see it with a sudden remorse of awakening.
For example, Hei Shui Lane.
After all, they are not Willant people, and they can't be buried in the same place as the Willant people's losers.
Walking in this garbage disposal plant, several players whispered in a low voice, communicating some words that might be beaten if the locals understood.
Medical Miracle: ...In fact, the Willant people are not extreme enough. They actually allow these sugar cane bagasses to rot at their doorstep and do not bury them in the great desert.
Angry fatty liver: No, will you drive people to the Great Desert become a plunderer?
Pickled fish: It can also be the mother of goblins.
Medical Miracle: Tsk, draw the key points, I am talking about burying.You thought it was a treat to the restaurant, and you also delivered it to the door politely.
Angry fatty liver: Are you crazy?!Then who will work for you?
Pickled fish: +1, you're a little too extreme.
Listening to the conversations of three cerebral palsy behind him, Taran raiders were covered in black lines.
Why did he feel like he was attracting another group of valuables?
If you think about it carefully, it seems that the same was true before. His desert corps has never recruited normal people.
No wonder he couldn't make it to T0!
No matter how you think about it, it’s all the fault of these members!
Shut up, do you think your foreign language is not eye-catching enough here?
When the three players finally calmed down for a while when they heard their boss's words.
It's not because they have already convinced the boss.
The main reason is that I am worried that the task of this color pen will be messed up and blamed me.
Taran breathed a sigh of relief and refocused the streets on both sides of the alley.
In order not to make his team look like an outing, he specially brought only three close friends he had just met.As for the other thirty new members, he arranged for him to check in the hotel.
After entering the Great Desert, there is something useful to them.
As for now, too many people are in the way, and they may be targeted by the Willant people.
It is not easy to find clues.
Houses on Heishui Street are built randomly. Not to mention the house number, some houses have to look for a while even where the doors are.
The address on the note is also written in an extremely abstract way, and few people can even understand the directions.
But this is not difficult for him.
Taran's eyes searched along the street, and light quickly shone out in his eyes.
Horseshoe Tavern... Count three storefronts on the right, go in from the alley and turn right, and find it!It's here, follow me!
Seeing his excited look, the medical miracle following him couldn't help but remind him.
Boss... We have passed by the horseshoe-shaped sign three times.
The pickled fish on the side also nodded with a certain expression on his face.
+1, I also have an impression.
Taran's face turned red and he glared at him.
Why didn't you tell me earlier?
The medical miracle suddenly had an innocent expression on his face.
I asked you what you were looking for for a long time, just tell me not to ask and follow me. I thought you knew where you were going... You were lost and said Ah.
Taran blushed and couldn't speak.
The pickled fish next to him looked at the unreliable team leader suspiciously and said skeptical.
...Brother, are you okay?
Taran said in anger.
……Shut up!
The three players exchanged sights with each other, and the suspicion in their eyes became stronger and stronger.
perhaps……
This task is really not that important.
Otherwise, it would be really hard to explain why the task was handed over to this cheating product...
The four of them didn't know at this moment. Just as they turned into the alley, several Willant soldiers followed and appeared where they had passed before.
Although the Southern Legion and the Alliance did not declare war on each other, both sides had already made their heads in the Bharat Province.
At this time, the members of the alliance suddenly appeared on the territory of the Southern Legion. How could they not be targeted?
Even if you have a visa for Triumph City, it won’t work!
As early as these blue gophers were getting off the dock, the garrison stationed near the dock had targeted them and caught a group of people at the entrance of the hotel.
The garrison planned to interrogate the group of suspected spies' blue jackets separately, but when counting the number of people, it was found that the people they caught were not as good as those who had disembarked.
When he found that there was a fish that had escaped the net, the commander of the garrison immediately ordered someone to chase him.
In this way, under the leadership of a ten-man commander, the group of guards chased them from the dock to Hei Shui Street in the north.
I saw them chasing me, but after taking a few turns, I found that the person was missing.
Damn it, I'm lost!
The ten-man who led the team had a gloomy face and cursed in the face of the stinky street.
The several Willant guards following him all looked like they were facing a great enemy, looking around at the dark alley entrances around them, and the closed doors and windows.
Although Hei Shui Lane is also considered the territory of Yongye Harbor, most Willant people would not come here at all.
Following the side of the tenth prince, a guard swallowed and asked nervously.
Boss...what should I do now?
The ten-man squinted his eyes and searched for both sides of the street for a while.
There is indeed something wrong with this group of blue gophers.
If there is no problem, why do they run away?
Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated and immediately ordered.
These guys can't run far, they must be in the area near Heishui Street... Contact the local gangs and give a reward!
The guard looked solemn and immediately took the order.
yes!
……
Lost is just a small episode on the journey and does not affect the Desert Corps' mission.
Following the small notes provided by the key NPC, Taran followed the map and quickly found the next key NPC in the mission chain, the mercenary named Nock.
Everything went smoothly like the ancestral toilet of the Cup Club.
Looking at the man leaning against the door of the small house with his chin covered in stubble, Taran Raider vividly confessed what he was here for and who he was looking for, focusing on sincerity.
After listening to his narrative, NPC Nock, who was standing at the door, touched his unshaven chin and said thoughtfully.
Martin...I feel a little familiar with this name, but I can't remember it for a while. Why don't you come back in a few days?
Taran was overjoyed when he heard this, but without saying anything on his face, he quietly took out two dinars of twenty-degree value.
Maybe this will help you remember something.
Looking at the gold coins in his hand, the unshaven man suddenly showed a surprised expression on his face, and then he smiled happily.
Martin!I remembered, I know this guy!I had a drink with him yesterday, and the one at the intersection was called... What is the tavern?
Horseshoe tavern, right?
Appreciating the shocked face, Taran smiled and threw two heavy gold coins into his hand, patting his greasy shoulder.
...This is just a deposit. If you can bring him in front of me, the final payment will be a hundred times the amount of this money.
Hearing the commander's promised, the three little brothers following him took a breath.
4000 dinars!
Even if you convert it into silver coins at the best exchange rate, you have to cost 800 silver coins!
This money is a small number for those big guys, but it is still a lot for newcomers like them.
It can be seen that their team leader has invested a lot in this mission!
The man named Nock indeed showed a greedy expression on his face and put the gold coins into his arms.
No problem, but... after I find him, how should I contact you?
Taran smiled lightly and said slowly.
These days I live in the Oak Barrel Hotel in the Port District, and that eye-catching beer barrel is the signature.If you find the hotel waiter and report my name directly to Taran, he will naturally bring you to see me.
His brothers had already booked the entire hotel, and it was his people there.
Although there are many new Cutes in his corps, he is not new Cutes, but his presence in the server is relatively low.
After participating in so many expansion packs and getting so many wool from A Guang, it was still easy for him to invest 4,000 dinars.
As long as the task is completed, everything is worth it.
After explaining what needs to be paid attention to, Taran turned around and left with his three little brothers.
Seeing the group leader looking like he was done, Pickled Fish asked worriedly.
Boss, is that done?
Taran smiled faintly, with a look of winning on his face.
It's too early to finish, but it's almost done.
Since that guy named Martin is in the port, everything is much better to say.
The local gang may be more good at finding people than the police.
The next thing to do is wait patiently for the flowers to bloom.
The fatty liver, who had not spoken, frowned and whispered in a low voice.
But I always think it's too simple... That Martin is so coincidental, right here in Eternal Night Port?
Indeed... the medical miracle touched his chin. If this task was really that simple, wouldn't it be possible for everyone to do it?
Seeing that these cheaters looked down on him, Taran rolled his eyes.
This is called money ability, you know nothing.
Angry fatty liver: …
Pickled fish: Boss is awesome!
Watching the backs disappear from the alley, the man named Nock turned around and returned to the room and gently closed the rusty iron door.
Just as he closed the door, the bright smile disappeared from his face, and a fierce light shone out from his two soybean-sized eyes.
A bald man in a vest turned out of the room next door, holding a rusty saw and asked as he looked at Nock who had returned to the room.
Boss, who is outside?
The man had a centipede-like scar tattooed on his neckline, which looked very ferocious.
If there were locals here, they would definitely be scared to pee by this scar.
His name is York, nicknamed Doctor, but what he does not do on weekdays, but brings a group of hyenas to ask for debts on Heishui Street.
As for the man he respectfully called the boss, he naturally didn't call him Nock, but Morse, the leader of the Hyena Gang.
The gang members in Blackwater Street all called him "Broken Finger".
The reason for this name is mainly because almost half of the gambling ghosts on the entire Hei Shui Street have left fingers here.
I don’t know, it’s a group of people from outside, and it seems to be from a very far place…there is a tide on their dinar.
The tip of his nose touched the two gold coins and took a deep breath. Morse's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corner of his raised mouth gradually curled up a playful smile.
They called me Nok, but couldn't recognize my face... I guess they didn't actually know the owner of the room.
York, whose scars were printed on his chest, had a sharp look flashed in his eyes and he said with a grim smile.
But maybe they can pay the money for that dead dog.
Pay back the money?Morse smiled faintly and said slowly, York, will you be satisfied if you just pay back the money?
4000 dinars?
He spoke so much. If he didn't knock them for 40,000, he would be sorry for his reputation as a broken finger!
Morse paused for a moment and said with a smile, smiling.
Intuition tells me that we can get more...more and more from those kids.
The richest person in this port is the merchants who go out to sea.
After all, in their eyes, the dock that is the most lucrative is to serve that group of merchants.
The key figure is a guy named Martin, and they seem to mention an organization called Enlightenment.
Morse didn't care what that organization was, he only cared about how much money he could get.
While he was talking, he passed by York and walked into the next room.
I saw a thin man sitting in the corner.
His face was blue, his eye sockets were deep, his forehead bones were protruding, and he was dying like a dying wild dog.
This guy is the real Nok.
This unlucky person is said to have been a storm in the market before. He used to be a sailor under the rich man in a certain Triumph City. He could write a thick book in the settlements he had been to.
Unfortunately, he was not lucky. He changed his career and became a mercenary and did not quit the bad habit of gambling when he was a sailor. He also got involved in the snake grass smuggled from Snakezhou to Yongyegang, and owed nearly 20,000 dinars in debt.
For ordinary people, this is undoubtedly a huge sum of money.
The Hyena Gang spent 1,000 dinars to acquire this bad debt, so naturally it was impossible to be satisfied with just returning forty dinars.
They never make losses.
Walking to Nok's side and squatting down, Morse took the dagger from his younger brother beside him and gently patted Nok's trembling face with the back of the knife.
Do you know a guy named Martin?
The fearful look was like seeing a demon, and Nock shook his head tremblingly.
No, no...I don't recognize AhAhAh!!!
A heart-wrenching scream rang out in the room, and a dagger was inserted into his thigh.
The blade disappeared.
Seeing that heart-wrenching scream gradually turned into an irritating sob, Morse smiled at the dead dog and reached out to cover his mouth gently.
Shh…Don’t call it so miserable, I avoided your arteries.
When he said this, his words suddenly changed.
But next time it won't be sure... You'd better think clearly before answering my question.
While he was talking, his calloused palms placed on the handle of the dagger, and narrowed his eyes slightly and leaned forward a little.
Enlightenment, Martin, did you remember anything when you heard these two words?
Nok, who opened and closed his mouth, shrank back in fear, his head pressed against the wall, and his eyes fixed on the dagger inserted in his legs, like a pig entering a slaughterhouse.
His consciousness was wandering on the verge of fainting, and he didn't even have the strength to beg for mercy.
If it were the past, he would definitely not be forced to the end of his journey by a few villains.
However, he is no longer what he used to be, and gambling and drug use have emptied his body.
Morse was a little impatient and held the dagger with a little force, ready to give the dead dog a little color.
Just then, a little brother walked in from outside and said in a low voice.
The boss, the Willant people gave a reward, saying that several spies from the alliance had sneaked into Blackwater Street... The dead were given 1,000 dinars and the living were given 2,000.
Morse's eyes narrowed into a slit.
Where did the reward be given?
The little brother replied immediately.
The garrison in the port!
York looked at Morse and said with some heart-warming words.
...Is this job going to be done?
The work of the Willant people is generally more reliable. They say that they will pay as much as they pay, and they never miss the account.
Moreover, the people in the garrison are worthy of their favor, and it is best to find a guard you know to do personal favors.
Morse did not answer, and thought silently for a while in his heart, then frowned and looked at the little brother.
Besides the news of the reward?Is there any other news?For example...the characteristics of those spies, and the location of the last sightings.
The younger brother was stunned for a moment, thought hard for a while and replied.
...The garrison did not say it clearly, but just said that we should pay attention to the new faces.
When he said this, his heart moved and shouted as if he was remembering something.
Ah By the way, I heard from the guard that they seemed to have thrown people at an intersection not far away. He told us that we could look for more nearby.
York, who was standing aside, muttered in a low voice.
A nearby intersection...a intersection of the main road?Next to the horseshoe tavern.
Horseshoe tavern!
Hearing this name, Morse's face first showed a surprised expression, and then his eyes quickly narrowed.
At this moment, the little brother nodded quickly and continued.
Yes, right, right next to the tavern... and more, they seemed to have caught a group of them, at the entrance of a hotel called Oak Barrel in the port area.
Can you finish your words at once? Don’t be like squeezing toothpaste?York slapped the little brother on the back of the head and said cursingly.
The little brother shrank his neck tremblingly with fear.
That's all...
It was them...
Listening to Morse, York's face showed a surprised expression.
Boss... do you know them?
Rather than knowing, they were just at our door.Morse had a weird expression on his face.
Is this a coincidence?
York was also stunned for a moment, then threw away the saw on his hand in ecstasy.
I'll chase them now!
Looking at York, who was hurriedly planning to go out, Morse pulled out the dagger inserted into Knook's thigh and signaled the younger brother next to him to bandage him.
You don’t know what he looks like, so I’ll go with you.
Enlightenment, Martin...even involved spies from the alliance.
This 1000 dinar is worth it.
Morse's shoulders trembled slightly, and a happy smile appeared on his face.
What ordinary people see is risks, but what he sees is a golden dinar.
Things are getting more and more interesting...
Nock, who was dying and leaning against the corner of the wall, looked at the madman in despair.
He always feels that he is involved in something amazing...
……
Just as the gang members in Heishui Lane were all restless, on the roof of an abandoned factory not far from Nok's house, two men were holding telescopes and looking into the direction of Heishui Lane.
Like the guy named Taran Raider, the two are old players who have obtained the closed test qualification in the early stage of beta testing. The game lasts for more than two years and the level is above level 30.
As the best players in the life of life, although they are not as stirring up the storm of the entire wasteland world as the big guys of T1 and T2, they have seen many tricks of cutting leeks.
They have seen both the players’ routines and the NPC’s routines.
It is precisely because of this that they ignored the guy's fooling around and left the team as soon as they got ashore.
Sure enough, shortly after they left, something happened to the rookies.
The group of big noses and elder brother Fang and others made the dog's brains in the Bharat Province. These guys even swaggered to pass the visa issued by Triumph City, and even went to a hotel to check in.
This is not taking the realistic game seriously at all!
However, from a big perspective, this is not a bad thing.
Those new Cutes were at least on the shore with electronic passports issued by the Interstitial Community, and in other words, their legal identities were recognized by Triumph City.
It was impossible for the Southern Legion to find any evidence of spies from them. As for the forged evidence, they would only deceive their own people at most.
But for the alliance, this matter can be used as a bargaining chip to play a role in diplomatic games.
Anyway, the clones that were detained were not considered risky for citizens' lives.
Even if you are killed bravely, you will be done after three days.
In addition, Taran didn't know that he was not the only one who received the task.
The two old players standing on the roof can now be confirmed that as long as they exceed level 30, they can trigger the quest of the investigation enlightenment meeting.
There are only three of them on the entire ship who are over 30.
The noise caused by that Hanzi was quite different, and the entire Heishui Lane was restless.
The Desert Eagle laughed and put down the telescope in her hand.
The teammate standing next to him looked at him and asked.
Just leave him alone?
The Desert Eagle shrugged and said disapprovingly.
There is no need to care about Ah, even if he is caught... Moreover, it is not a bad thing to let him make some noise.Going to the Great Desert to find an enlightenment meeting is simply looking for a needle in a haystack. It would be better to come and alert the other party to notice that we are looking for them. Maybe they will take the initiative to look for us in turn.
At that time, we might be able to follow the clues and find some clues.
In fact, the mission briefing made it clear that the Alliance's Guards were not sure that the Enlightenment had participated in the war in the Bharat Province, but heard that a researcher with a shelter resident appeared on the Southern Legion.
The guy used the technology from the prosperity era to develop a virus called dead agent.
This is very similar to what the Enlightenment Association will do.
Considering that most of the Southern Legion's colonies were distributed on the edge of the Great Desert, the Alliance reasonably speculated that the Southern Legion should have reached some kind of agreement with the Enlightenment.
This task has a high degree of freedom.
Any information that is confirmed to be valuable can be redeemed for contribution points and silver coins, and hidden missions may be further triggered as the investigation deepens.
However, it is precisely because of this super high degree of freedom that the difficulty behind this task will definitely not be small.
Just like the mother nest of Baiyue Province, no one has completed the task that was released last year until this year.
After hearing this silly plan, Junichiro Xiaokawa couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.
Niu Pi... This wave of selling teammates is true Niu Pi Pi.
There is no sarcastic meaning.
He really thinks it's awesome.
However, Sha Diao was not satisfied with his statement and retorted.
What is selling teammates? This is called alerting the enemy, throwing a stone to ask for directions, learn!
Strictly speaking, their group of casual players are all stones thrown by the administrator.
And it is the kind of volunteers who take the bait.
As for the Hanhan named Taran, it was the stone he threw out.
It would be great if that guy was caught, and the Enlightenment Society might take the initiative to find him.
The laughing craftsman was impressed by hearing this.
You say yes, that's it.
This is the slum of Yong Night Harbor, and most of the people living in marginal groups outside the Willant people.
Among them were natives from the Great Desert, expelled people from the Legion, natives from the New World, and even Brahmins.
The complex racial components and sharp contradictions have created a mixture of fish and dragons here.
Although local gang members dared not fight blatantly under the noses of the Willant people, vendetta and armed fights occurred from time to time, just like Xifan Port after the Southern Legion took over.
The Willant people don’t care about the life or death of these scraps. They are just cheap and easy-to-use laborers. Although they are struggling on the line between poverty and food and clothing every year, they have never seen them die.
They are like weeds, and they always come here for various reasons, and after the spring breeze blows, they grow one after another.
So it is no wonder that the Southern Legion was dissatisfied with the civil service group in Triumph City.
Triumph City-style pressing is too inefficient and even weak.
If those group of triumphants can build a mutually harmful society like them, so that flies and mice can bleed to death for one bite of poop, and spit on each other for whom they are even more odorous, it would be impossible for the initial riot to happen at Xifan Port.
For example, Yong Night Port.
There would be no laborers who died of exhaustion on the Wilrants' dock.
Before they fall down with exhaustion, they will be quietly buried in a place where everyone cannot see it with a sudden remorse of awakening.
For example, Hei Shui Lane.
After all, they are not Willant people, and they can't be buried in the same place as the Willant people's losers.
Walking in this garbage disposal plant, several players whispered in a low voice, communicating some words that might be beaten if the locals understood.
Medical Miracle: ...In fact, the Willant people are not extreme enough. They actually allow these sugar cane bagasses to rot at their doorstep and do not bury them in the great desert.
Angry fatty liver: No, will you drive people to the Great Desert become a plunderer?
Pickled fish: It can also be the mother of goblins.
Medical Miracle: Tsk, draw the key points, I am talking about burying.You thought it was a treat to the restaurant, and you also delivered it to the door politely.
Angry fatty liver: Are you crazy?!Then who will work for you?
Pickled fish: +1, you're a little too extreme.
Listening to the conversations of three cerebral palsy behind him, Taran raiders were covered in black lines.
Why did he feel like he was attracting another group of valuables?
If you think about it carefully, it seems that the same was true before. His desert corps has never recruited normal people.
No wonder he couldn't make it to T0!
No matter how you think about it, it’s all the fault of these members!
Shut up, do you think your foreign language is not eye-catching enough here?
When the three players finally calmed down for a while when they heard their boss's words.
It's not because they have already convinced the boss.
The main reason is that I am worried that the task of this color pen will be messed up and blamed me.
Taran breathed a sigh of relief and refocused the streets on both sides of the alley.
In order not to make his team look like an outing, he specially brought only three close friends he had just met.As for the other thirty new members, he arranged for him to check in the hotel.
After entering the Great Desert, there is something useful to them.
As for now, too many people are in the way, and they may be targeted by the Willant people.
It is not easy to find clues.
Houses on Heishui Street are built randomly. Not to mention the house number, some houses have to look for a while even where the doors are.
The address on the note is also written in an extremely abstract way, and few people can even understand the directions.
But this is not difficult for him.
Taran's eyes searched along the street, and light quickly shone out in his eyes.
Horseshoe Tavern... Count three storefronts on the right, go in from the alley and turn right, and find it!It's here, follow me!
Seeing his excited look, the medical miracle following him couldn't help but remind him.
Boss... We have passed by the horseshoe-shaped sign three times.
The pickled fish on the side also nodded with a certain expression on his face.
+1, I also have an impression.
Taran's face turned red and he glared at him.
Why didn't you tell me earlier?
The medical miracle suddenly had an innocent expression on his face.
I asked you what you were looking for for a long time, just tell me not to ask and follow me. I thought you knew where you were going... You were lost and said Ah.
Taran blushed and couldn't speak.
The pickled fish next to him looked at the unreliable team leader suspiciously and said skeptical.
...Brother, are you okay?
Taran said in anger.
……Shut up!
The three players exchanged sights with each other, and the suspicion in their eyes became stronger and stronger.
perhaps……
This task is really not that important.
Otherwise, it would be really hard to explain why the task was handed over to this cheating product...
The four of them didn't know at this moment. Just as they turned into the alley, several Willant soldiers followed and appeared where they had passed before.
Although the Southern Legion and the Alliance did not declare war on each other, both sides had already made their heads in the Bharat Province.
At this time, the members of the alliance suddenly appeared on the territory of the Southern Legion. How could they not be targeted?
Even if you have a visa for Triumph City, it won’t work!
As early as these blue gophers were getting off the dock, the garrison stationed near the dock had targeted them and caught a group of people at the entrance of the hotel.
The garrison planned to interrogate the group of suspected spies' blue jackets separately, but when counting the number of people, it was found that the people they caught were not as good as those who had disembarked.
When he found that there was a fish that had escaped the net, the commander of the garrison immediately ordered someone to chase him.
In this way, under the leadership of a ten-man commander, the group of guards chased them from the dock to Hei Shui Street in the north.
I saw them chasing me, but after taking a few turns, I found that the person was missing.
Damn it, I'm lost!
The ten-man who led the team had a gloomy face and cursed in the face of the stinky street.
The several Willant guards following him all looked like they were facing a great enemy, looking around at the dark alley entrances around them, and the closed doors and windows.
Although Hei Shui Lane is also considered the territory of Yongye Harbor, most Willant people would not come here at all.
Following the side of the tenth prince, a guard swallowed and asked nervously.
Boss...what should I do now?
The ten-man squinted his eyes and searched for both sides of the street for a while.
There is indeed something wrong with this group of blue gophers.
If there is no problem, why do they run away?
Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated and immediately ordered.
These guys can't run far, they must be in the area near Heishui Street... Contact the local gangs and give a reward!
The guard looked solemn and immediately took the order.
yes!
……
Lost is just a small episode on the journey and does not affect the Desert Corps' mission.
Following the small notes provided by the key NPC, Taran followed the map and quickly found the next key NPC in the mission chain, the mercenary named Nock.
Everything went smoothly like the ancestral toilet of the Cup Club.
Looking at the man leaning against the door of the small house with his chin covered in stubble, Taran Raider vividly confessed what he was here for and who he was looking for, focusing on sincerity.
After listening to his narrative, NPC Nock, who was standing at the door, touched his unshaven chin and said thoughtfully.
Martin...I feel a little familiar with this name, but I can't remember it for a while. Why don't you come back in a few days?
Taran was overjoyed when he heard this, but without saying anything on his face, he quietly took out two dinars of twenty-degree value.
Maybe this will help you remember something.
Looking at the gold coins in his hand, the unshaven man suddenly showed a surprised expression on his face, and then he smiled happily.
Martin!I remembered, I know this guy!I had a drink with him yesterday, and the one at the intersection was called... What is the tavern?
Horseshoe tavern, right?
Appreciating the shocked face, Taran smiled and threw two heavy gold coins into his hand, patting his greasy shoulder.
...This is just a deposit. If you can bring him in front of me, the final payment will be a hundred times the amount of this money.
Hearing the commander's promised, the three little brothers following him took a breath.
4000 dinars!
Even if you convert it into silver coins at the best exchange rate, you have to cost 800 silver coins!
This money is a small number for those big guys, but it is still a lot for newcomers like them.
It can be seen that their team leader has invested a lot in this mission!
The man named Nock indeed showed a greedy expression on his face and put the gold coins into his arms.
No problem, but... after I find him, how should I contact you?
Taran smiled lightly and said slowly.
These days I live in the Oak Barrel Hotel in the Port District, and that eye-catching beer barrel is the signature.If you find the hotel waiter and report my name directly to Taran, he will naturally bring you to see me.
His brothers had already booked the entire hotel, and it was his people there.
Although there are many new Cutes in his corps, he is not new Cutes, but his presence in the server is relatively low.
After participating in so many expansion packs and getting so many wool from A Guang, it was still easy for him to invest 4,000 dinars.
As long as the task is completed, everything is worth it.
After explaining what needs to be paid attention to, Taran turned around and left with his three little brothers.
Seeing the group leader looking like he was done, Pickled Fish asked worriedly.
Boss, is that done?
Taran smiled faintly, with a look of winning on his face.
It's too early to finish, but it's almost done.
Since that guy named Martin is in the port, everything is much better to say.
The local gang may be more good at finding people than the police.
The next thing to do is wait patiently for the flowers to bloom.
The fatty liver, who had not spoken, frowned and whispered in a low voice.
But I always think it's too simple... That Martin is so coincidental, right here in Eternal Night Port?
Indeed... the medical miracle touched his chin. If this task was really that simple, wouldn't it be possible for everyone to do it?
Seeing that these cheaters looked down on him, Taran rolled his eyes.
This is called money ability, you know nothing.
Angry fatty liver: …
Pickled fish: Boss is awesome!
Watching the backs disappear from the alley, the man named Nock turned around and returned to the room and gently closed the rusty iron door.
Just as he closed the door, the bright smile disappeared from his face, and a fierce light shone out from his two soybean-sized eyes.
A bald man in a vest turned out of the room next door, holding a rusty saw and asked as he looked at Nock who had returned to the room.
Boss, who is outside?
The man had a centipede-like scar tattooed on his neckline, which looked very ferocious.
If there were locals here, they would definitely be scared to pee by this scar.
His name is York, nicknamed Doctor, but what he does not do on weekdays, but brings a group of hyenas to ask for debts on Heishui Street.
As for the man he respectfully called the boss, he naturally didn't call him Nock, but Morse, the leader of the Hyena Gang.
The gang members in Blackwater Street all called him "Broken Finger".
The reason for this name is mainly because almost half of the gambling ghosts on the entire Hei Shui Street have left fingers here.
I don’t know, it’s a group of people from outside, and it seems to be from a very far place…there is a tide on their dinar.
The tip of his nose touched the two gold coins and took a deep breath. Morse's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corner of his raised mouth gradually curled up a playful smile.
They called me Nok, but couldn't recognize my face... I guess they didn't actually know the owner of the room.
York, whose scars were printed on his chest, had a sharp look flashed in his eyes and he said with a grim smile.
But maybe they can pay the money for that dead dog.
Pay back the money?Morse smiled faintly and said slowly, York, will you be satisfied if you just pay back the money?
4000 dinars?
He spoke so much. If he didn't knock them for 40,000, he would be sorry for his reputation as a broken finger!
Morse paused for a moment and said with a smile, smiling.
Intuition tells me that we can get more...more and more from those kids.
The richest person in this port is the merchants who go out to sea.
After all, in their eyes, the dock that is the most lucrative is to serve that group of merchants.
The key figure is a guy named Martin, and they seem to mention an organization called Enlightenment.
Morse didn't care what that organization was, he only cared about how much money he could get.
While he was talking, he passed by York and walked into the next room.
I saw a thin man sitting in the corner.
His face was blue, his eye sockets were deep, his forehead bones were protruding, and he was dying like a dying wild dog.
This guy is the real Nok.
This unlucky person is said to have been a storm in the market before. He used to be a sailor under the rich man in a certain Triumph City. He could write a thick book in the settlements he had been to.
Unfortunately, he was not lucky. He changed his career and became a mercenary and did not quit the bad habit of gambling when he was a sailor. He also got involved in the snake grass smuggled from Snakezhou to Yongyegang, and owed nearly 20,000 dinars in debt.
For ordinary people, this is undoubtedly a huge sum of money.
The Hyena Gang spent 1,000 dinars to acquire this bad debt, so naturally it was impossible to be satisfied with just returning forty dinars.
They never make losses.
Walking to Nok's side and squatting down, Morse took the dagger from his younger brother beside him and gently patted Nok's trembling face with the back of the knife.
Do you know a guy named Martin?
The fearful look was like seeing a demon, and Nock shook his head tremblingly.
No, no...I don't recognize AhAhAh!!!
A heart-wrenching scream rang out in the room, and a dagger was inserted into his thigh.
The blade disappeared.
Seeing that heart-wrenching scream gradually turned into an irritating sob, Morse smiled at the dead dog and reached out to cover his mouth gently.
Shh…Don’t call it so miserable, I avoided your arteries.
When he said this, his words suddenly changed.
But next time it won't be sure... You'd better think clearly before answering my question.
While he was talking, his calloused palms placed on the handle of the dagger, and narrowed his eyes slightly and leaned forward a little.
Enlightenment, Martin, did you remember anything when you heard these two words?
Nok, who opened and closed his mouth, shrank back in fear, his head pressed against the wall, and his eyes fixed on the dagger inserted in his legs, like a pig entering a slaughterhouse.
His consciousness was wandering on the verge of fainting, and he didn't even have the strength to beg for mercy.
If it were the past, he would definitely not be forced to the end of his journey by a few villains.
However, he is no longer what he used to be, and gambling and drug use have emptied his body.
Morse was a little impatient and held the dagger with a little force, ready to give the dead dog a little color.
Just then, a little brother walked in from outside and said in a low voice.
The boss, the Willant people gave a reward, saying that several spies from the alliance had sneaked into Blackwater Street... The dead were given 1,000 dinars and the living were given 2,000.
Morse's eyes narrowed into a slit.
Where did the reward be given?
The little brother replied immediately.
The garrison in the port!
York looked at Morse and said with some heart-warming words.
...Is this job going to be done?
The work of the Willant people is generally more reliable. They say that they will pay as much as they pay, and they never miss the account.
Moreover, the people in the garrison are worthy of their favor, and it is best to find a guard you know to do personal favors.
Morse did not answer, and thought silently for a while in his heart, then frowned and looked at the little brother.
Besides the news of the reward?Is there any other news?For example...the characteristics of those spies, and the location of the last sightings.
The younger brother was stunned for a moment, thought hard for a while and replied.
...The garrison did not say it clearly, but just said that we should pay attention to the new faces.
When he said this, his heart moved and shouted as if he was remembering something.
Ah By the way, I heard from the guard that they seemed to have thrown people at an intersection not far away. He told us that we could look for more nearby.
York, who was standing aside, muttered in a low voice.
A nearby intersection...a intersection of the main road?Next to the horseshoe tavern.
Horseshoe tavern!
Hearing this name, Morse's face first showed a surprised expression, and then his eyes quickly narrowed.
At this moment, the little brother nodded quickly and continued.
Yes, right, right next to the tavern... and more, they seemed to have caught a group of them, at the entrance of a hotel called Oak Barrel in the port area.
Can you finish your words at once? Don’t be like squeezing toothpaste?York slapped the little brother on the back of the head and said cursingly.
The little brother shrank his neck tremblingly with fear.
That's all...
It was them...
Listening to Morse, York's face showed a surprised expression.
Boss... do you know them?
Rather than knowing, they were just at our door.Morse had a weird expression on his face.
Is this a coincidence?
York was also stunned for a moment, then threw away the saw on his hand in ecstasy.
I'll chase them now!
Looking at York, who was hurriedly planning to go out, Morse pulled out the dagger inserted into Knook's thigh and signaled the younger brother next to him to bandage him.
You don’t know what he looks like, so I’ll go with you.
Enlightenment, Martin...even involved spies from the alliance.
This 1000 dinar is worth it.
Morse's shoulders trembled slightly, and a happy smile appeared on his face.
What ordinary people see is risks, but what he sees is a golden dinar.
Things are getting more and more interesting...
Nock, who was dying and leaning against the corner of the wall, looked at the madman in despair.
He always feels that he is involved in something amazing...
……
Just as the gang members in Heishui Lane were all restless, on the roof of an abandoned factory not far from Nok's house, two men were holding telescopes and looking into the direction of Heishui Lane.
Like the guy named Taran Raider, the two are old players who have obtained the closed test qualification in the early stage of beta testing. The game lasts for more than two years and the level is above level 30.
As the best players in the life of life, although they are not as stirring up the storm of the entire wasteland world as the big guys of T1 and T2, they have seen many tricks of cutting leeks.
They have seen both the players’ routines and the NPC’s routines.
It is precisely because of this that they ignored the guy's fooling around and left the team as soon as they got ashore.
Sure enough, shortly after they left, something happened to the rookies.
The group of big noses and elder brother Fang and others made the dog's brains in the Bharat Province. These guys even swaggered to pass the visa issued by Triumph City, and even went to a hotel to check in.
This is not taking the realistic game seriously at all!
However, from a big perspective, this is not a bad thing.
Those new Cutes were at least on the shore with electronic passports issued by the Interstitial Community, and in other words, their legal identities were recognized by Triumph City.
It was impossible for the Southern Legion to find any evidence of spies from them. As for the forged evidence, they would only deceive their own people at most.
But for the alliance, this matter can be used as a bargaining chip to play a role in diplomatic games.
Anyway, the clones that were detained were not considered risky for citizens' lives.
Even if you are killed bravely, you will be done after three days.
In addition, Taran didn't know that he was not the only one who received the task.
The two old players standing on the roof can now be confirmed that as long as they exceed level 30, they can trigger the quest of the investigation enlightenment meeting.
There are only three of them on the entire ship who are over 30.
The noise caused by that Hanzi was quite different, and the entire Heishui Lane was restless.
The Desert Eagle laughed and put down the telescope in her hand.
The teammate standing next to him looked at him and asked.
Just leave him alone?
The Desert Eagle shrugged and said disapprovingly.
There is no need to care about Ah, even if he is caught... Moreover, it is not a bad thing to let him make some noise.Going to the Great Desert to find an enlightenment meeting is simply looking for a needle in a haystack. It would be better to come and alert the other party to notice that we are looking for them. Maybe they will take the initiative to look for us in turn.
At that time, we might be able to follow the clues and find some clues.
In fact, the mission briefing made it clear that the Alliance's Guards were not sure that the Enlightenment had participated in the war in the Bharat Province, but heard that a researcher with a shelter resident appeared on the Southern Legion.
The guy used the technology from the prosperity era to develop a virus called dead agent.
This is very similar to what the Enlightenment Association will do.
Considering that most of the Southern Legion's colonies were distributed on the edge of the Great Desert, the Alliance reasonably speculated that the Southern Legion should have reached some kind of agreement with the Enlightenment.
This task has a high degree of freedom.
Any information that is confirmed to be valuable can be redeemed for contribution points and silver coins, and hidden missions may be further triggered as the investigation deepens.
However, it is precisely because of this super high degree of freedom that the difficulty behind this task will definitely not be small.
Just like the mother nest of Baiyue Province, no one has completed the task that was released last year until this year.
After hearing this silly plan, Junichiro Xiaokawa couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.
Niu Pi... This wave of selling teammates is true Niu Pi Pi.
There is no sarcastic meaning.
He really thinks it's awesome.
However, Sha Diao was not satisfied with his statement and retorted.
What is selling teammates? This is called alerting the enemy, throwing a stone to ask for directions, learn!
Strictly speaking, their group of casual players are all stones thrown by the administrator.
And it is the kind of volunteers who take the bait.
As for the Hanhan named Taran, it was the stone he threw out.
It would be great if that guy was caught, and the Enlightenment Society might take the initiative to find him.
The laughing craftsman was impressed by hearing this.
You say yes, that's it.
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