Steel steam and flame

The yellow sand that had been filling his eyes for many days finally stopped in front of him. Although there was still a lingering taste, but at this time he could see patches of green, and Cassia felt that her spirit suddenly became much better.

"As expected of an oasis, it's so beautiful." The first impression of an oasis is green.

In front are huge patches of sand-proof forest neatly planted, layer after layer. The inner Green Oasis building is the core ingredient in the layer cake, which is tightly wrapped inside.

The design of the road still follows the shape of a spider web, which ensures that people coming from all directions can enter this huge man-made desert oasis.

All the yellow sand underfoot turned into concrete ground, and the shadows of the setting sun, obscured by tall trees, were cast all around. The sound of wind and sand disappeared. Other steam locomotives were happily running on the road, and there were definitely not a few pedestrians and vehicles passing by. The shadows of caravans and mercenaries occupy a large proportion in it.

"Boss, where are we going?" The team of vehicles lined up in a straight line and crawled on the road. David slowed down a little, allowing the steam locomotive to still run straight. He looked at the passenger seat next to him that had changed from just now. Carla remained silent.

Of course, Carla hadn't figured out where she was going, and she had no specific plan on what she was going to do after entering the Gerun Oasis. They knew they had to find a hidden identity for themselves and then set out to find out the information. But even she herself had no idea how the mission should be carried out.

"Find us a place to rest first, and then don't you want to do business? We still have some fur materials in the car. You can sell them together. If I think of anything, I will tell you."

"Boss, if you don't mind, then come to our home first." David smiled flatteringly, "Before coming here, I asked someone to buy a small house here. The environment there is good, with trees, flowers and plants. The water flow is not only quiet but also comes with a small yard, which is guaranteed to suit your needs."

"Then just drive there." Kara didn't care about the house, the water vapor-filled air around her already made her feel good.

"Okay." David nodded quickly and turned into a worried butler. He didn't want it to be like this. He used to be the boss and let others work for him, but after all the trouble last night, he was really afraid of the young woman next to him.

I've always heard people say that there are a few well-known mercenary teams. The people in them all look like black bears and can kill someone with one punch. They are completely murderous people. But David had heard these things from others and had never seen them before. Until last night, he saw that two people with small pistols could kill a group of about a hundred sand wolves with one bullet for each wolf. He had never heard of killing wolves without blinking, but he had really seen it. At that time, he was a little scared. Sometimes a human life is worth less than a sand wolf.

Only then did he feel that the two people he met were definitely unusual. After careful consideration, he realized that they were much scarier than the ferocious mercenaries with scars on their faces that he had seen. This is the feeling given by the temperament naturally revealed in a person.

Mercenaries try their best to look ferocious and powerful, so that businessmen with little vision will hire them to work. In fact, they just stayed with the guns for a long time, and they knew the job of eating better than others. Otherwise, they were very courageous. Because these people had no concerns, they naturally had a fierce aura about them and looked extremely powerful.

But from the woman next to him who was leaning against the side of her face, blowing the warm evening breeze, David could not find any of the same temperament as those of the mercenaries.

"Should it be said that the two of them hid it too well, or that these things are actually just ordinary to them, so they don't have much impact on their lives." David did not dare to ask, his wife and the two But his daughter was still sitting behind him.

The steam locomotive made many turns on the road, and when the street lights on the side were all on, they finally arrived at David's house, a beautiful house made of cement and steel plates.

"Businessmen are indeed rich people." Cassia sighed as she got out of the car with her backpack in hand. Carla came from a grand ducal family and had seen many houses like this, but she didn't comment on them.

David was telling the skinny mercenaries to move things quickly, and he could tell them to get out after their wages were paid. If he hadn't met those two people on the way, the lives of his family would really have stopped there, and he would naturally be angry. But he has always been doing legitimate business and he also understands the danger of leaving before the full moon night. He has always had a good temper and doesn't curse much.

The small garden was indeed as David said, not big, and could barely accommodate a dozen steam locomotives.

Everything was moved to the warehouse of the house, including pieces of precious jewelry protected with silk and soft cotton, and sets of high-end clothing. This was David's entire net worth except for the money in the bank.

He is a jewelry merchant, and his wife is a clothing designer, so he used his own funds to help his wife build a small shop selling clothes.

David was settling the mercenary fees, and Cassia and Kara thought they should also move the weapons and ammunition from the car to the room. They unloaded several bundles of high-quality furs, and below were the bullets contained in thin iron-sheeted open boxes. A layer of oil paper wrapped the ten centimeter-long sniper rifle bullets neatly arranged inside.

"Boss, let me help you." David's slightly fat body was very strong. He held the small iron box with both hands and tried to lift it up. However, no matter how hard he tried, his face turned red and his forehead seemed to be hard. No matter how much sweat was squeezed out, the iron box didn't move, as if it was made of solid material.

But seeing Kara and Cassia moving away easily, he began to wonder if he was too tired these past few days and felt a little weak.

"Just put it there. This thing is still quite heavy, so I don't need your help." Kara turned around and said.

"I don't believe it." Looking at Kara's small body and her arms, which were only one-third as thick as his own, David felt a little depressed. He originally wanted to show off.

What's inside, and why is it so heavy? David pulled away a corner of the oil paper, and the shining golden bullets were arranged like well-trained guards, all looking up at his face. Every one inside can take away his life.

He felt the cold light of the bullet dazzling his eyes, and his hands trembled because there were footsteps behind him. He quickly smoothed the oil paper and stood aside with his heart beating loudly and a naive smile on his face. The person who came was not the boss, but the man next to the boss. According to the boss, his name seemed to be Carly Hill, and he was also from the 23rd Duke’s family.

"Oh, the boss asked you to prepare some food quickly. She is hungry." Cassia picked up the last box of bullets on the ground and said to David who was standing aside. Her tone was very kind, but it really came from the heart. He felt that an honest businessman like David was miserably deceived by Kara, but Kara did not have any malicious intent in doing so.

"Okay, that's all right away. We've brought the old chef with us." David nodded from behind, and the last bit of businessman's aura and resistance in his body disappeared without a trace in front of that box of bullets.

"I'd better work as a steward for the boss with peace of mind." David's back looked a little lonely under the light of the garden insect lamp. Killing was indeed not his area of ​​expertise. His ideal was to have peace of mind. He was serious about doing business, "It's better to help with the cooking."