klisemfg Chapter 204 Just an ordinary unknown guest
Chapter 204 Just an ordinary unknown guest
Among the dilapidated buildings in the mechanical settlement in the lower area, a towering off-white building is incompatible with the surrounding buildings. It has ancient Roman columns and European eaves and domes. This luxurious mansion in the Soviet architectural style is the gold digger group's historical reference. Varro's contribution.
Since the star core crisis passed, the environment in the lower area has also changed greatly. The thick layer of snow has gradually melted, and the air in the entire lower area has resumed circulation, through large ventilation devices and planting green plants. Reduce the probability of respiratory diseases among workers in mining areas.
Most of the residents in Panyan Town have evacuated to live in the upper area. Only a few elderly families here and there choose to spend their later years in the lower area. They rely on supplies from the Beloberg government and have no worries about food and drink. .
At the same time, as the rift dissipated, a large number of adventurers began to pour into the lower areas and began to explore the towns that had been eroded by the rift, looking for treasures that were lost in the long river of history and items that had been baptized and precipitated by time.
Nowadays, most of the buildings in Panyan Town have been transformed into temporary residences for night shift mining workers to live and rest. Although there is no longer the bustle of people coming and going in the past, this kind of tranquility also makes people feel at ease.
Sitting on the steps in front of the mansion, Swaro held his chin in his hand, staring with one eye at the woman with the Interstellar Peace Company medal on her chest walking toward him without making any movement.
"Mr. Swaro, right? I've heard of him for a long time." Topa stopped in front of the steps five meters away from Swaro and looked at the robot that had been modified by the space station researchers.
"Ah."
"Mr. Shivaro, I am Topa from Interstellar Peace Company. To put it simply, I need your help." Topa said slowly, looking around the mansion.
"Oh."
Topa was stunned for a moment: "As you can see, this planet will soon become an asset belonging to the company. Even Ms. Black Tower's space station cannot reverse this result. The company respects Ms. Black Tower, but this belongs to Yaliluo Regarding the issue with the Interstellar Peace Company, no force in the galaxy can change the outcome, so I..."
"Please state your demands directly." Swaro stood up and waved his hand, indicating that Topa didn't have to go around in circles.
Topa looked up and stared at the big guy in front of him wearing a black coat and carrying a Star Destroyer cannon for a while. He always felt that Swaro's tone was similar to that of the genie in the Arabian magic lamp, making people feel like you were talking about your wishes. I snap my fingers to realize the illusion for you.
"I need to find the arsenal hidden in the lower area and prove to the company's superiors..."
"Stop, follow me." Swaro raised his hand to indicate that Topa didn't need to say anything. He didn't even ask Topa about the purpose of his trip, and just walked past Topa and led the way.
Topa was in a state of confusion, feeling like he was suddenly transported to the Antarctic while looking at the vast snow-capped mountains with nowhere to put his secrets.
The demeanor of Swaro in front of him was completely opposite to that in the data. What about the cold robot that was promised to act according to the database and work rigorously and meticulously?
This was a perfunctory tone such as uh-oh and a few foreign words, and he led himself to the hidden arsenal without considering the reason. Those who didn't know thought that this robot was a creation produced by Happy OEM.
Topa was silent for a few seconds, then took a deep look at Shivaro's back, and then followed Shivaro towards the arsenal.
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"Senior, when do you think I can get a promotion and a salary increase?" The company employee in black uniform rubbed the sour hand holding the gun barrel and asked the senior next to him in a low voice.
"Based on the results of your seventeen rounds of interviews, it's about ten years."
"What if I double my performance?"
"Twenty years."
"What if I work around the clock?"
"Then you will never get a promotion or salary increase."
"why?"
"Where are you rolling your mother?"
In front of the entrance of the mining area, company employees and the silver-maned iron guards were confronting each other. Under the seemingly calm river surface, there was actually an undercurrent surging. No one fired the first shot, but no one dared to relax.
The dark muzzles were aimed at each other's hearts. Someone in the Iron Guard even carried a sniper rifle and aimed at the third leg of the company employee, ensuring that the company's people would instantly lose their ability to resist without hurting their lives.
Time passed minute by minute, and there was less than two minutes left before the thirty-minute deadline. The adjutant stared at the tactical watch on his wrist, counting down the remaining minutes and seconds.
Jeppard raised his head and glanced at the positions of the company employees and the weapons in their hands. Suddenly he heard the sound of the engine of a tracked light armored vehicle coming from far away. He breathed a sigh of relief, and the palm of his hand that was slowly raised fell down in the last few seconds. .
The negotiator in charge of the negotiations finally appeared, and Jeppard could tell that the sound came from the tracked armor modified by the mining area's pathfinder vehicle.
In the last few seconds when the Silver Mane Iron Guard decided to fight head-on with the company, the negotiator finally appeared and lived up to expectations.
The rows of silver-maned Iron Guards made way for a gap, and two figures walked through the crowd with their chests raised and their heads raised with a certain confidence, and calmly appeared in the central blank area of the confrontation between the Iron Guards and company employees.
Jeppard was silent for a while, and it turned out to be the unknown guests on the train, Miss Miss March 7th. They were different from their usual attire, wearing pure white T-shirts with "Immortal Dragon Servant" printed on the front and "Servant of the Immortal Dragon" on the back. It says 'Xianzhou Special Envoy', and even the trousers have dragon patterns on them.
Especially March 7, who was following behind Xing, was holding a small flag fluttering in the wind, and it seemed to have someone's photo printed on it.
Geppard glanced at it and felt that it looked familiar. He couldn't help but stare at it for a few more seconds. The more he looked at it, the more he felt like his elder brother.
The only difference is that there are two horns on the head, the hair is longer, and the appearance seems to be much more handsome. Just by looking at it, he has the aura of dominion over the world. But now he is negotiating with the Interstellar Peace Company, and the big brother is printed on it. What effect can a small flag in a photo have?
Xing took the hot towel handed by the iron guard next to him and wiped his hands. He also took a glass of champagne from the entourage, took a shallow sip and put it back. His cold eyes slowly scanned every star holding a gun. The employees of Heping Company had a calm expression.
All the company employees stopped to look at her and saw this negotiator who suddenly walked through the crowd. His movements were confident and calm, quite oppressive, and comparable to Director Topa's momentum.
It’s just that his aesthetics are not very good. He is indeed a cliché here in Yaliluo. He looks like a spirited young man or a fanatical groupie who appears out of nowhere, which immediately lowers his profile.
The silver-maned iron guards who were watching all nodded in unison, saying that he was indeed a negotiator sent from above. He had calmed down the arrogant and domineering company men in black in just a few seconds. Although his dress was questionable, There is nothing to say about the professional attitude.
If the Star Society could read their minds and know their thoughts, they would definitely tell them loudly, you know nothing, the way you dress is the most powerful and oppressive thing, no matter who the senior executive of the Interstellar Peace Company is, he must be right. Be polite to yourself.
"Are you... employees of Interstellar Peace Company?" Xing glanced at the crowd and said calmly, "Ask your boss to come out and talk to me directly. I don't have much patience."
March 7 stood honestly behind Xing and nodded, no matter what Xing said, she just nodded in agreement. The task Xing gave her was to act like a follower. She had no lines in the script. Only responsible for nodding, seriousness and um.
The employees of Interstellar Peace Company looked at each other. After a few seconds of silence, someone put down their weapons and slowly walked forward. They stared at Xinghe March 23th for a long time before slowly speaking: "I This is Aimar, who is the P of the Strategic Investment Department of Interstellar Peace Company, and is also the leader of this advance team. I cannot accept your request."
"Your position is not enough. Let your boss come out and talk to me." Xing took another sip of champagne and shook his head slowly.
March 7 stared at Xing's back, and suddenly felt as if he had discovered Xing's new talent, which was that he was extremely powerful in fighting against humans, and he could learn it without any teacher.
Can a one-minute phone call with Jiang Fan produce such results? Xing was simply born to eat this bowl of rice. In ancient times, he was a very popular minister!
"I dare to ask your name and position. I think my position is enough to talk to you, madam." Aimar clenched his fists and slowly unclenched them.
"Oh?" A smile appeared on the corner of Xing's mouth, and he said slowly, "My name is Xing. I am the personal servant of the Immortal Dragon Chang Heng Siming of Luofu Immortal Boat of the Immortal Boat Alliance. I am also an ordinary person who has killed two people. The unknown guest of the Great Lord of Annihilation.”
Awesome, awesome... March 7th lowered his head and applauded silently, thinking that no one would shudder after listening to such a series of suffixes. He also killed two ordinary unknown guests of the Great Lord of Extermination. If waving the flag and shouting can be considered as credit, then You are indeed a meritorious minister.
"Immortal Boat Alliance? Lord of Extermination?!" Amar's expression changed, and the face under the mask changed his expression instantly, "Since you are a member of the Immortal Boat, there is no reason to intervene in the debt issue between Interstellar Peace Company and Yaliluo, right? ?”
"Your position is not high enough and you don't have the capital to talk to me. Ask your boss to talk to me. I don't have much patience anymore."
Aimar stared at Xing in silence for a few seconds. He signaled to the employees behind him to temporarily lift their alert status, and pressed the headset to report the situation to the 'boss' on the other end.
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Two chapters count as three chapters, nearly 6 words! Why don't you send me a message and send me some flowers to restore my health? !