Section 173 Distress
"Boss, I heard that you are looking for someone?" Chen Xing walked over and sat down and asked straight to the point.
This was a middle-aged man, about fifty years old, slightly bald. He looked at Chen Xing a few times and asked, "Where are you from?"
"Coming from the north." Chen Xing replied.
"Are you a refugee?" The middle-aged businessman looked a little surprised, and then he looked wary. Judging from the other person's appearance and temperament, he didn't look like a refugee living in the deep wilderness, so there was only one possibility - a criminal or a criminal.
Those who break their promises. What they fear most when hiring people in a caravan is to attract wolves into the house.
Seeing the middle-aged businessman frowning slightly and looking undecided, Chen Xing stood up and left without saying anything. He didn't have high hopes in the first place, and because middle-aged people are more cautious, the possibility of success was very low.
"Wait a minute..." the middle-aged businessman stopped him, "How many of you are there and where do you plan to go?"
Chen Xing sat back. It seemed that the other party was desperate and had no worries. He then said, "There are four in total. We are going to find a group in Crow City and try our luck in the east." The Black Feather Principality and the Silver Claw Principality are at war in the east.
, they disguise themselves as mercenaries who were gold diggers in the past, which makes them more credible.
"Young man, you are very motivated." The middle-aged businessman sighed and raised his glass to indicate.
"What trouble did you encounter before?" Chen Xing asked casually.
"We were attacked at night, by two or three gunmen. The mercenaries were all dead, and many drivers and workers were also killed and injured. We only drove away half of the cars." The middle-aged businessman said with a sad face, as if he had suffered a loss.
Very big.
"Do you know who did it?" Chen Xing asked.
The middle-aged businessman shook his head, "They used sniper rifles. They were far apart. We don't even know where the murderer is hiding."
"If we meet them again next time..." Chen Xing removed the "Hunting Elephant" sniper rifle from his back, put it on the table, and said, "I guarantee that they will never come back."
"Very good." The middle-aged businessman looked happy and extended his hand to Chen Xing. Just like that, the matter was settled.
Next, the two chatted about some trivial matters, probably the current situation in the east and some gossip news about the upper-class nobles. It was both a pastime and a process of deepening familiarity.
As we were chatting, there was a sudden commotion outside. Not long after, the dull sound of engines came through the window, shaking people's stomachs and organs. It was the sound of heavy trucks, and there were a lot of them.
Chen Xing walked to the window, lowered his head and looked out, and his pupils suddenly shrank. The back of the truck was covered with dark green canvas. Judging from the shape, it was a combat-type mecha. There was a blue crow painted on the hood, which was exactly
Raven City Moore House sign.
Soldiers kept getting out of the car and waiting in line in the open space. Chen Xing couldn't help but take a breath and thought to himself that he was unlucky to bump into the returning troops.
Then, he saw Roy Moore and Leander Ralph, the elder of the principality. The former looked normal, while the latter looked a little depressed. Although Chen Xing was horrified in his heart, he still remained calm on the surface and walked.
He sat down next to the middle-aged businessman, took a sip of wine, and asked seemingly casually, "When will we set off?"
"If you are ready, you can do it at any time." The middle-aged businessman replied. He has been staying here for many days. If the delay continues, the market situation will change again.
"Let's go up and pack our things and set off in two hours," Chen Xing said.
"Okay, then I'll inform the others too," the middle-aged businessman said.
Two hours later, Chen Xing, wearing sunglasses, left the bar with the other three people and walked to the parking lot. In the small square, the soldiers of the Moore family gathered together in twos and threes, either smoking or chatting. From their side
As he passed by, Chen Xing's heart was beating fast. If he was discovered here, it would be very unfortunate.
"Sir, are you leaving?" Two little boys watching the car ran over and asked Chen Xing. The clear children's voices immediately attracted the attention of the soldiers.
Chen Xing took out two silver coins and threw them over.
"Thank you, sir, you are such a good person." The little boy caught the silver coin, bowed to Chen Xing, and ran away quickly.
Walking next to Armed Cricket, Chen Xing unloaded the package and threw it into the passenger seat. Just as he was about to get in the car, a shout came from behind him.
"Hey, mercenary!"
Chen Xing's heart skipped a beat, and he almost couldn't help but rush into the car and rush out. But doing so was tantamount to admitting that he had a problem. He could not escape these soldiers, nor could he escape the principal elders.
Chen Xing exhaled slowly and turned around. The person who called him was a soldier from the Moore family, with a medium build, wearing a military cap, and carrying an assault rifle.
"Is there a fire?" the soldier took out a pack of cigarettes, smoked one, held it in his mouth, and asked.
Chen Xing didn't say anything. He took out the kerosene lighter from his pocket, opened the lid with a "ding" sound, and lit it for the other party.
The soldier leaned against the car, took a good breath, exhaled a large cloud of smoke, then patted the body of the Armed Cricket and exclaimed, "What a good car."
"It's okay." Chen Xing said casually.
"How much does it cost?" "Second-hand, it's not worth much." "This is an armed cricket with fish scales. It costs at least two thousand, right?" "Almost." "It's good to be your mercenary." Maybe it's boredom.
, the soldier was smoking a cigarette while chatting with Chen Xing. Chen Xing was worried if he wanted to leave, and if he didn't leave, he was anxious.
"The money you get for licking blood from a knife tip is not as good as the money you get for eating the royal rations." "Oh, fifty bucks a month, you might as well go on a trip with a caravan." "It's not stable," the two of them said.
While chatting without saying a word, the soldier leaned against the car door and still had no intention of leaving.
"Boss, everything is ready." Cassie shouted at the right time, and Chen Xing turned around and responded. Although the soldier was a little reluctant, he patted his pants and left.
Chen Xing got into the car, inserted the key, lightly stepped on the accelerator, slowly backed out of the car, then turned the steering wheel and drove towards the town gate.
At about the same time, Roy came out of another bar and saw Chen Xing's profile with a puzzled expression on his face.
"My nephew, what's wrong?" Leander came out from behind and asked.
"No..." Roy shook his head. He just felt something familiar, but couldn't remember where he had seen it. Maybe he was just an ordinary mercenary. There was a war in the east right now. There were many mercenaries borrowed from Crow City and the Black Feather Principality.
It was everywhere on the street, so he didn't take it too seriously.
After leaving the gate of the town, Chen Xing let out a long breath. Unconsciously, his back was soaked with cold sweat. Because of Ye Yang Qingyan, he had offended the eldest son of the Moore family to death. Furthermore, he killed Yang
Zhiyong, although aristocratic families have always fought with each other, they will definitely protect each other on this issue. Because it is related to the face of the ruling class and is a core interest.
As for Leandre, the mayor killed two Yulings in a row, and his vitality was severely damaged. He couldn't take revenge on the mayor, so he must take it out on him. After all, the mayor only took action to help him. Now he is wandering around the gate of hell.
, came out again.
Chapter completed!