Foreword:

[Time heals all wounds, just as it can kill everything, including love and compassion.]

[——Alexey Maximovich Pishkov]

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[Part 1·Greed for Heaven’s Merits]

By the time people returned to the Albert Scientific Research Station, a full half a month had passed.

It's not that the Snowmastiff troop's marching speed is weak, it's that the people of [joestar] chose a relatively stable time to enter the mountains.

In this inaccessible and harsh environment, there are strong winds of level 8 blowing in three seasons throughout the year. If you want to drive in this environment and deal with winding mountain roads, for the driver, it is almost always a test of subject 2.

, if something goes wrong, the car will be destroyed and people will be killed.

Brother Hydra and Jason broke open the door of the Red Nail Hotel together, and the team members behind began to carry the wounded.

Xueming and Meteor collapsed on the stretcher and had to rest for a long time.

Su Ling was closely followed. Halfway through the journey, another Vita brand broke out in this VIP's body. It seemed that there were still countless viruses surviving in the dangerous northern border and the poisonous air.

Now, whenever Su Ling's body immunity drops to a critical value, she will immediately get sick, and even panacea won't work.

Finally, there was Xiao Qi, who came in sideways with Teacher A Ling.

Bai Zijin was first seriously injured in a deadly fight between giant hybrid warriors. All the organs in his body were almost displaced by the rock salt bullets. His spiritual body was riddled with holes in the soul attack of [i·Icon].

She went back and forth between Hongxing Mountain and the scientific research station three times. Her madness index was already very high, but after Xueming's confession, it went straight into the sky.

Fortunately, Brother Hydra is very reliable, Brother Jason is also very reliable, and Brother William, whom Meteor just met, is even more reliable.

The three middle-aged men were divided into three front lines: Hydera went to find panacea supplies, Jason went to find fuel and material transportation vehicles, and William went to find various underground ingredients to supplement the wounded soldiers.

Xueming, Liuxing, Xiaoqi and Su Ling, these four people collapsed on the bed.

The boss hired someone to break through the partition wall on the second floor and built a large ward for them with four air purifiers for ventilation. He connected phone lines to their beds and finally connected to the Internet, allowing them to surf the Internet through a wired bridge.

Their physical bodies were fine under the care of the panacea, but the damage to their spiritual essences had to be rested for a long, long time before they could recover.

When they returned to the Red Nail Hotel, the Slavic men on the first floor who were eating and waiting to die put away their old arrogant and domineering style, and looked at Jason Megan with more respect.

There is no other reason——

——Because Jason was one of the few who came back standing.

The same goes for Diamondov. Although he doesn't look very energetic, at least this "Diamond who only knows how to drill holes" is back standing.

The brothers from the Snow Mastiff Troop sat down at the circular counter on the first floor. Immediately, a strong Slavic man made way for the real warriors to get chairs.

These people kept asking about the current situation of Hongxing Mountain.

"Brother, how is the situation on the front line?"

"Is there any progress? Is there any new work?"

"How much money did you get? Are there many treasures in that place? Many inheritances?"

The brothers in the Snow Mastiff Troop only focused on drinking, with a sense of fear still lingering in their hearts——

——That kind of fear is like being in the snow-capped mountains, enduring the strong wind and spiritual pressure, and feeling like your life is hanging by a thread.

The noisy people surrounded the soldiers like flies, still chattering.

"The way I see it! I will definitely come back with a big victory this time!"

"Yes, yes! So many people died last time, but this time everyone is safe. At most, a few are disabled. There must be good news, right?"

"Please, can you arrange a more meaningful job for me?"

A dozen little yellow hats were sitting next to the soldiers of the Snow Mastiff Troop, talking about a bright future.

Unlike the soldiers of the Snow Mastiff Troop, they do not need to go out to dangerous stations to fight against the wind and snow. They have a stable income and have fun in different ways every day.

These soldiers don’t have a good temper. If the northern border can be regarded as the frontier of the Abyss Railway, then the garrison soldiers at the Albert Scientific Research Station have to run to the enemy-occupied area of ​​​​Niflheim almost every day, and everyone is concerned about life and death.

Just do it if you don't want to accept it**.

I saw that the greasy man who was just waiting to die was about to receive a few slaps from Brother Bing. Chief Hydera came back with a big oil drum - it was full of panacea.

The leader of the wolf pack returned to the team, and his wolf cubs became more at ease, no longer arguing with these crazy and depressed people.

"Send it to the ward." Hydera ordered and handed the oil drum to the sentry.

He took off his warm coat and cotton wool lining, took off his hat and mask, and saw that his silver hair was covered with thick plaster, and his bronze skin and red eyes were also covered with misty oil.

As he walked to the bathroom, there were five or six meddling young people gathered around him.

"Ghost weather..."

The chief complained, and the people behind him echoed.

"Yes! Thank you for your hard work, sir!"

"Sir Hydera! How is the battle on the front line?"

"Can we go to Red Star Mountain? Like Diamondov, he can come back alive, so it must be very safe there, right?"

Hydera was immersed in washing her face, cleaning out the mud from her ears and nostrils, and cleaning out all the dust from her shoulders, neck and hair.

People just waited, not afraid of the superiors coming to slap them, and finally asked all the questions.

When the officer rubbed his eyes, he took the warm towel from people's hands and said thank you.

Hydera asked: "Where is the white vest from before? Where is your foreman, the manager?"

Someone replied solemnly: "He is dead..."

Hydera didn't ask too much. After all, in a place like this, it's very difficult to live and very easy to die. He thought about it and decided to say something nice to people.

"Wait for the news - boys, I know you are anxious, but don't worry. The heroes at the station have knocked down the giant, and the surrounding area of ​​Red Star Mountain is safe. There are many buildings and industrial facilities that need people to rebuild."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Hydra slapped the little brother next to her, and when her palm touched the young man's shoulder, it was covered with a layer of oil.

"Relax, no one will compete with you for jobs, you can adapt to Niflheim's spiritual pressure."

People cheered immediately——

——They have been waiting here for too long. They have nothing to do every day, and their body fat rate and madness index are soaring.

Seeing time slipping away little by little, just as Diamondnov said, if the Abyss Railway suddenly closes down one day, the Albert Scientific Research Station will be the first to be abandoned...

They are also anxious, and their hearts are gradually hollowed out by this manic emotion.

"Thank you, sir!"

"Great! Great! I can finally leave here!"

"How long do we have to wait? Do we have to wait for Aohun Mingde to survive the harvest season? I can't wait any longer. Wherever Diamond can go, can't I go?"

"This is the stupidity of capitalism. It is like an empire. The leader has the final say in everything... How about we start first..."

"Stop." Hydera felt a headache. These young men had read a lot of books in the Soviet Palace, but they were nothing like their parents. "Wait a minute."

He was patient and wanted to explain everything clearly one by one.

"You shouldn't thank me, I just use money to do things. You should thank the passengers at the station."

Someone immediately asked: "Don't they take money to do things?"

Hydra laughed loudly and slapped the young man in the face.

"This is not a job that can be settled by money - young man."

Then Hydera spoke to another young man.

"You keep talking about Diamond. I think you must look down on him. You want to compete with him and prove yourself. Young people are arrogant, but it is a pity that you will never win - because he is

The first among you to run to Red Star Mountain. In my opinion, even if the station assigns you the task of engineering infrastructure, Diamond will be your new foreman."

Hydra threw the towel back.

"So I said, this matter can't be calculated with money - for the station, rsh has changed from an unknown junction to a new station and a seaport. For all mankind, it is a new territory and an inexhaustible

An exhaustive source of wealth. Above our heads——"

Hydra pointed to the ceiling, to the second floor.

"——You have all memorized the names of this group of passengers. These things will be written into the history books and sent to the secret library. Perhaps they will be made public in a few decades. They fought against the giants and returned home victorious."

After listening to the words of the Snow Mastiff Troop Commander, some young people screamed in surprise.

"I once pointed a gun at them! Wow! Did I accomplish something great!"

"Yes! Sir! It's us who inspire the heroes' fighting will! That must be the case!"

"I also told that cold-looking guy! You can't add Picatinny rails to AK! Gun Jesus will be angry! He must have listened! He must have listened!"

Hydra couldn't laugh or cry when she heard the shouts of her brothers.

He responded perfunctorily as he walked out.

"Yes, yes, you all have merit, you all have merit..."

This is a good thing——

——Hydra thought, this is a very, very good thing.

Showing off one's mouth is not a despicable act, or everyone has a moment where they perform such inexplicable rituals to perform some great feats with their mouths, as if they were a little bit magical when discussing clay idols.

Sex. For example, when we talk about who is more powerful [Superman and Sun Wukong], we have to argue with each other until we are red-faced. The moment we win, we feel a refreshing feeling of being transcended from the ordinary to the holy.
To be continued...