Chapter 841 Send Equipment to the Trumpet

"No, you typed it wrong!"

"We have never contacted you."

"We are just a copy shop here, not a mercenary company..."

In the same old factory building, the Arctic Wolf suffered heavy casualties. Several people died, and almost everyone who survived was injured.

However, the mercenaries failed to find any useful clues on the attackers.

The weapons and equipment used by these people were all kinds of, and the corpses were of various races. They seemed to be another wave of mercenaries.

The liaison person of the Arctic Wolf team is a mercenary named Sampras. He is usually responsible for receiving tasks, liaising with and affiliated with major mercenary companies. Previously, he contacted Wen Liuquan and Liu Mangzhou. He is responsible.

He is the only one in the entire team who is older than Orion, and most of the mercenaries will call him daddy. He was so thin that he seemed unable to even carry a gun, but two years ago, he could still run very fast on the battlefield carrying a rocket launcher.

After decades of fighting on the battlefield and a high degree of wear and tear on his body, his body collapsed in just a few years and became very old.

But even so, one has to carry a gun and fight.

Because he knows nothing else and doesn't know how to live.

No wife, no family, no glory, no hometown, just a raging battlefield and a group of smelly mercenary companions.

His biggest dream is to retire one day, but he doesn’t know where he will go after retirement.

He has said more than once that he does not want other members of the Arctic Wolf to be as miserable as him.

And this action is their retirement plan.

They almost succeeded.

Even if they can only do one job, 10 million dollars, even if they are divided among everyone, most of them can start over.

For this operation, each of them hung their heads on their waistbands.

The mission was successful. They kidnapped Wen Liuquan and drove away the Hammer Man, but they were tricked.

Of course, Liumang Prefecture would not show up for this mission. The person contacting them was Aizhuo, the largest mercenary company in Liumang Prefecture.

At this moment, he dialed the contact number previously provided by Aizhuo Company.

"Shit!" At this time, he almost smashed the phone in his hand, "These insidious Liumangzhou people are hateful, so hateful! I XXXXXX..."

After swearing a few curse words, he asked Zhuang Buyuan:

"Boss... No, Your Majesty, what should we do?"

At this time, Zhuang Buyuan was sitting on his "Iron Throne", and Orion stood beside him, silent.

Sampras spoke to him.

This feeling is wonderful. He can switch between the two existences at any time, and he can merge them into one or split into two at any time. Although he and Orion are both here, everyone is looking at him, as if Orion does not exist, and what everyone sees of him actually looks like Orion.

Orion was completely occupied by him. Whether it was decision or sense of existence, he was deprived of it. He could only act on his own when he did not make a decision, or directly execute it after he made a decision.

It's like there are two different parallel worlds overlapping around Zhuang Buyuan, and everyone can only see what they should see.

In fact, Zhuang Buyuan is not here at all. The existence here is just his projection and consciousness.

At this time, Zhuang Buyuan's true form was in the manor, holding his chin in deep thought.

Although I have repeatedly told myself not to indulge in the "trumpet", the manor is the real body. Now that the manor has just been upgraded, everything is waiting for improvement. Orion can't die anyway, so let's just let these people fend for themselves.

He can ignore other things, but he can’t give up the money!

Anyone who has played games knows that it is the most difficult when you first start practicing as a trumpet because there is no start-up capital.

"Since they don't admit the existence of this deal, then we will do what they want." Zhuang Buyuan said.

Sampras looked confused and didn't know what it meant.

"We collected the money to drive away the hammer man. Since we didn't receive the money, we can send the hammer man back." Zhuang Buyuan said.

"Huh?" Sampras said, "But you already let the big bird go... Oh, wait!"

Sampras slapped his head suddenly. The king is an expert who can kill rocket launchers with his bare hands!

"Your Majesty, do you want to take action personally?"

"Going personally?" Zhuang Buyuan pinched his chin and said, "It's okay, but it's a bit too shocking... Well, let me think about it."

Now the trumpet player is completely destitute and has nothing useful. How to drive away the Hammer Man is still a problem.

Send some four-winged war chickens over?

The whole world knows that the four-winged war chicken is the signature of the manor, and the manor cannot have anything to do with the four-winged war chicken.

So what to do?

Hmm... OK, let's go see what equipment we can give to the alt.

Zhuang Buyuan had just arrived at Rust Island when he heard Old Honglong's loud voice: "Stop being lazy and get busy! You lazy hammerers! If you can't finish your work, you won't have food to eat at night!"

When Zhuang Buyuan entered the door, he heard a rumbling sound inside. There were already several production lines in the goldsmithing workshop, and it was no longer the small workshop-style operation before. A group of hammermen were being commanded by Old Banglong to circle around. .

These hammermen were all prisoners from Hammer City captured by the manor before. Except for some of them who were taken away by the director to make movies, the rest were thrown to Lao Banglong for recycling.

Although these hammermen were working as guards, they were workers by nature. Under Lao Banglong's carrot and stick, they quickly understood their situation and obediently contributed to the construction of the manor.

"Master of the village, why are you here?" Seeing that the village was not far away, Old Honglong hurriedly walked over.

Zhuang Buyuan waved his hand, indicating that he was just taking a look.

Lao Honglong himself occupies a large area of ​​several workshops in the blacksmithing institute, and there are all kinds of weird gadgets they are researching there.

Zhuang Buyuan saw the dismantled war giant, the construction machinery being assembled, and all kinds of messy vehicles.

"Hmm, what is this?" Zhuang Buyuan suddenly saw a car in the corner. It had five familiar pairs of road wheels, but there were no guns on it, but flat armor.

"This is an armored personnel carrier." Lao Honglang said.

Zhuang Buyuan blinked and waited for Lao Honglong to explain.

"This..." Old Honglong scratched his head and said, "I saw this thing on TV and thought it should be easy to build. If sold, it might be able to generate income for the manor, so I built one. .”

"However, I heard later...it seems that this thing is not easy to sell in the state..."