Chapter 63 Scavenger

In fact, after Sang Yan rescued Gai Meilun with the help of Qiao Suisui, the three of them continued to open up the wasteland.

The mission this time was to find seeds on a deserted planet called Langaina and bring them back to the Free Alliance. After the three-person team arrived at the deserted planet, they began to work separately. They collected a lot of seeds and planned to take them back for research.

There is no oxygen on Lang'ai, and there are many alien creatures, so they must fight quickly.

Ge Meilun found a male orc lying on the ground. He had red hair, eyebrow studs, and dozens of bite wounds all over his body. It was obvious that he had been in a fight. Most importantly, this orc was not wearing protective clothing, which was almost an act of waiting to die.

When Sang Yan and A Yao came to meet Gai Meilun, they saw him feeding his oxygen tube to an unconscious orc.

"There are no traces of warships around. How did he appear here?" A Yao scratched his head.

Ge Meilun gestured in surprise, his tone exaggerated: "That's right, it was like a magic trick, I was absolutely sure that he was not here just now, and when I turned around and looked, wow, he turned into a living person!"

Sang Yan squatted down to check the condition of the orc, took out the medical insurance that Qiao Suisui gave him and made a simple bandage for him. He said slowly: "There is only one possibility for him to appear out of thin air. He should have come from another space."

Ge Meilun's eyes widened and he said, "Ah! That's the rare and amazing talent called...

A Yao replied naively: "Break it."

"That's right! I also want to have such a cool talent. Just imagine that I can be lying on the bed in the bedroom and appear in the bathroom in the next second. Isn't it very labor-saving?"

Ah Yao said disdainfully: "Is this the only way you can think of using it?"

Sang Yan ignored their chattering, quickly treated his wounds, took the oxygen mask off his face and returned it to Gai Meilun.

"Take it, don't waste oxygen. Now is not the time to be sympathetic."

Ge Meilun nodded. Sang Yan had always been the one who made the final decision in the three-man team, but he was a little worried. "What should we do with this orc if we leave?"

Sang Yan left him some water and nutrient solution, took out a replacement protective suit for him to wear, then stood up and left.

"We've done what we need to do, let's go."

After the three people left, Karl's hand moved very slightly, as if he was struggling to wake up.

The mission given to him by the Federation this time was to track down the whereabouts of the rebels, but because the mission was highly confidential, he could only follow instructions to reach the border of Oslan and wait for the next order. This was also the reason why he stayed in Qiao Suisui's small building.

Over the years, the Federation has actually been closely monitoring the remaining 13 rebels, and even set up a secret organization department. This department has no name, and colleagues never call each other by their names. They have a common code name - Scavenger.

Carl originally just wanted to become a member of the Federation with his outstanding abilities, but because of his special talents, he was eventually selected to become a member of the "Scavengers".

Of the remaining rebels, five had been secretly eliminated one after another over the past decade. As for the remaining eight, the federal government has invested a lot of manpower, material and financial resources to hunt them down for several years and has not given up yet.

Carl's mission this time is to find the son of the rebel leader, follow the clues to find out the whereabouts of the rebels, and then send a signal using a specific contact method, and someone will come to eliminate them. There is even an additional explanation in the mission, requiring that in extreme cases, they don't have to wait for the whole body to be returned. That means they can do anything to achieve one goal: kill the rebels.

Carl thought that this arrangement was a waste of time. He could find the rebels and kill them by himself, so why did he go through the trouble of splitting up the responsibilities of tracking and eradicating? But he didn't ask, because there were only two rules for the scavengers. One, always obey and never ask questions.

Second, comply with Article 1.

When Carl received the signal, Qiao Susui and Luka had just gone out. He quickly put on his special clothes, a tight black uniform that showed off his chest muscles and the muscles of his whole body. He put on his headphones, chewed gum, took out the gun from his sports bag, assembled it, raised the gun, squinted with one eye, and adjusted the sight with the other eye.

His headset lit up red, and a processed mechanical voice came out clearly: "Coordinates N673, target appears."

"receive."

He chewed the gum twice, and the next second, he and his gun disappeared from the room.

Carl lay on the cliff, observing through the scope a group of people slowly passing by at the foot of the mountain.

There were about a dozen people in the team. The ones walking in front were all professionally armed orcs. They wore the same clothes, the same equipment, and had the same paint on their faces. This team looked like well-trained mercenaries. They marched in silence. Although they all looked exhausted, they still remained vigilant.

Carl scanned the area with the scope, held down the headset and said, "I can't tell who the target is."

They're all the same, let's kill them all. Carl complained in his heart.

The headset quickly gave a reply: "Follow quietly without exposing yourself, and continue to observe."

Carl spit out his gum and put away his gun. In the next few days, he followed the team closely.

In front of the campfire, a middle-aged man handed a kettle to the young man sitting next to him.

The boy took it without saying a word, drank two sips, and then restrained himself and closed the lid. The uniform black cloak seemed a bit too big on him, and the brim of the cloak covered most of his face, making it difficult to see his expression.

The middle-aged man beside him whispered, "Please have a couple more sips. We still have a long way to go."

The boy fiddled with the fire, and the flames suddenly shot up, shining on his three-dimensional face. The camouflage on his face could not cover his superior facial features, high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, and a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes, but the content in his eyes was heavy, which made people shudder.

Seeing that the young man refused to drink the water, the man sighed silently, crossed his arms and rested.

The canyon is most dangerous at night.

This team can have people take turns to keep watch, but Carl is the only one there. He has been awake for several days and has chewed all his gum. At this moment, he is holding a piece of grass in his mouth, crawling on the ground and hiding in the bushes, staring at the sight motionlessly.

Suddenly, a group of alien beasts attacked the team. There were pairs of green eyes all around. The alien beasts had surrounded them without them noticing. The alien beasts could not be killed, so they could only be suppressed by mental power. However, they were given a death order when they set out, not to expose their mental power at any time. Seeing that people in the team were bitten to death one after another, the boy took off his cloak and tried to move forward, but was held down by the middle-aged man.

"No! You'll be exposed!"

(End of this chapter)