The medium-sized transport plane flew through the night, advancing all the way inland, but in the end, it still couldn't outrun the sun that rose from the horizon. The transport plane that flew all the way from Hucheng finally arrived at the relevant airspace when the first light of dawn silently spread over thousands of miles of wasteland.
From beginning to end, the cabin of the transport plane was empty. Everyone was in the cockpit. Of course, there were only three people on the entire plane: the pilot, co-pilot, and the centaur.
As a bad customer who forced his way onto the plane, the centaur was self-aware and clearly showed his distrust of the two crew members. He was nailed in the cockpit until the transport plane arrived at the destination he hoped for.
What was strange was that the cabin was empty along the way, and the cockpit was quiet. The centaur, who always had the "talkative" attribute, actually kept his mouth shut. If one didn't look back, one wouldn't be able to feel his existence. If silence could be accumulated, the transport plane would have crashed halfway due to severe overload.
After finally reaching the target airspace, the centaur finally said, "Descend …"
The transport plane penetrated the clouds and continued to descend. Looking out from the porthole, the slightly undulating red soil of the wasteland below was already the kind that the centaur was familiar with. He looked at the instrument panel on the transport plane and converted the angle of the sun. The centaur was finally satisfied and patted the shoulders of the two pilots. "Very good, maintain this height. We will hover for a while … Pay attention to the mutants. It shouldn't be a problem for you."
As the centaur said, at an altitude of about six to seven thousand meters, the population and number of flying mutants couldn't be underestimated. Hovering around was not a good choice. However, neither the pilot nor the co-pilot spoke. They just followed the centaur's instructions and began to hover at high altitude. They skillfully avoided several waves of flying mutants that passed by.
This continued for about twenty minutes before the centaur finally stopped. "Very good, very agile …"
The pilot and co-pilot remained silent. As the "products" of the gene exchange, they were the most capable subordinates and executors. The centaur's praise was completely wrong.
Of course, the centaur didn't care. After saying that, he left the cockpit and walked into the rear cabin. At the same time, he gestured for the cabin door to be opened. "I won't trouble you with the landing. Let's have a pleasant cooperation. See you next time!"
As the hatch opened, the cold and strong airflow from the high altitude went straight in. The centaur faced the whistling wind, closed his eyes, opened his arms, and jumped down without hesitation. Only his sharp whistle was left in the cabin.
In the cockpit, a radar alarm sounded. The copilot could clearly see through the monitor screen that almost at the moment when the centaur jumped off the transport plane, a huge shadow swept past the bottom of the fuselage and converged with the centaur's figure, then it dived at high speed.
The pilot and co-pilot looked at each other. Without saying anything, they flew the plane back. The centaur, who made a leap of faith from the transport plane, stood steadily on the back of a Pterosaur. This high-altitude mutant, known for its ferocity, was uncomfortable with the sudden weight on its body, but it only slightly twisted its long neck and maintained a relatively stable posture. Then, it spiraled down.
After just three minutes, the centaur truly set foot on the sun-covered wasteland, and the Pterosaur, which was a temporary vehicle, flew back into the sky and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Deterred by the huge size of this high-altitude predator, dust and smoke rose from all directions in the wilderness. Some of the small animals that were swimming around in the surroundings fled in all directions. Some of them lost their normal rhythm and quickly became the breakfast of the strong.
The food chain of survival of the fittest was simple and straightforward. It didn't require any brains at all, and it was most favored by the centaur. He looked around and glanced at this wilderness full of wildness and vitality. Of course, it was full of cruelty. He grinned and stood there with his arms crossed, waiting quietly.
In just a few minutes, the Pterosaur just now returned. From its broad shoulders, 3 figures jumped down one after another.
One of them just landed on the ground, and he took the opportunity to punch directly into the rippling red ground. Half of his arm was deeply stuck in the ground. He then raised his hand, and his fingers had already pierced between the head and neck of a giant viper that was as thick as a human thigh. Red and green body fluids mixed together, flowing on the snake that had been caught but was still twitching violently. Then, the snake was thrown everywhere.
Amidst the protests of the others, the "snake catcher" didn't say a word. He stuffed the fat viper together with his own arm into the long mouth of the Pterosaur that landed next to him. The sharp teeth of the Sharp-Beaked Pterodactyl habitually scraped the food, instantly turning the venomous snake into strips of meat. When the tip of the teeth scratched the snake catcher's arm, which was even thicker, it did not leave the slightest mark.
After feeding, the "snake catcher" slapped the Pterosaur's head, almost causing this top meat-eater that looked like the reincarnation of a dinosaur to fall down. So, the Pterosaur soon flapped its wings and flew into the air again. In the blink of an eye, it flew high and disappeared. It felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from the completion of the mission, but it also felt as if it had fled far away.
The "snake catcher" was undoubtedly the strongest among the group. The centaur probably only reached a position slightly below his chest. When the Sharp-beaked Quetzalcoatlus was used as a vehicle, it probably put most of its strength on this person. It was only natural that it ate the food he fed.
The centaur was quite afraid of this giant. It kept staring at him, and after confirming that the giant didn't say anything else after feeding, it turned its gaze to the other two.
Apart from the giant, there was also a middle-aged man who was as thin as a monkey. As soon as he landed, he squatted by the side and fanned himself. His curled up body felt like it was too small to fit on the giant's shoulder. His actions were extremely jumpy, which was really unworthy of his face that had been through the vicissitudes of life. He stuck out his tongue and shouted "hot hot hot". His face was red as if he had a heatstroke or taken drugs.
The centaur was more familiar with this person, so he took the initiative to greet, "Monkey, how many did you drink today?"
Monkey spat, "Ten little blue balls. I was brought over by Fatty Dragon before I could get it. I can turn the earth upside down now …"
As he spoke, he glanced at the giant who created the shadow on the side, but he didn't continue.
As for the last one, even in the wilderness, he was still wearing a suit as if he had just walked out of a business banquet. A bow tie, a watch, and a pair of shiny leather shoes. Everything about him made him look like a well-dressed person.
At this time, the "fastidious person" looked down at his watch and frowned, "We are about 20 minutes later than the scheduled time. There's no time to chat now. Remember, we are here to receive the secret auction results. It has nothing to do with the centaur. That's why you stubborn Fatty Dragon, you should've listened to me just now and released the germs separately. That way, everyone wouldn't have to trudge around on foot. You should know that every minute in the wilderness, the amount of viruses and germs we inhale is more than 200 times that of a big city. And this damn soil! "
With that said, the "fastidious person" turned around to leave, but before he could take a step, his shoulder was hooked by the centaur. The two men's faces were almost stuck together. The latter didn't care how disgusted the "fastidious person" looked and whispered in his ear, "I heard that your good friend, Brain Demon, died. It doesn't matter if he died, but where is Wu Jun or a family that can threaten me … This is your plan, right, Flower Sausage?"
"Call Jingxin!"
"Fastidious person" Jingxin pushed the centaur away in annoyance. He even used his fingers to wipe off the dust on his shoulder, "There are always accidents in everything. We have been trying our best to find her these few days. We even caught two of the upper echelons of the small parish for questioning, but Wu Jun seems to have disappeared."
"Then what about her child? Brain Demon did it personally, but I heard that he didn't even leave a complete corpse. "
"This is an accident among accidents. We still don't know what kind of powerful enemy Centaur encountered. We can only determine from the traces of the Fusang Tree that this is a very powerful psychic. Even after Brain Demon used the Fusang Tree system to exert his strength, he still crushed him to death like a bug. It's very likely to be a Transcendent. If it's a hidden trump card of the Xieluo Parish, it will definitely be a very terrifying matter … "
"I don't care who killed the brain demon or how he died. I only care about where Wu Jun and her child that you promised me are? "
"That child should have left the U-hole market. You have to know that the surrounding environment is too complicated, so we haven't found him yet … Alright, alright, don't be angry. I admit that the conditions I promised you were greatly discounted. The parish will make up for the difference."
Jingxin revealed a perfect and sincere smile, "You can not trust me, but there's still Ma Hou, Fatty Dragon, and the Amaterasu Parish. After so many years, we should have established mutual trust, right?"
Centaur stared at Jingxin without even blinking.
Jingxin straightened his face and put on a more habitual serious expression, "What the four of us need to do now is to squeeze out the value of that laboratory before the inexplicable 'treat plan' is activated. This is a bet on the reputation of you, me, and the parish. We have also opened up a connection with the true upper echelons. The Dark Network auction went very smoothly. We just need to get the rest of the money now … "
Centaur chuckled, "Now that the equipment and information have been dismantled and taken away, without Wu Jun, even if we can enter the door, there's no way to find the truly valuable things from those fragments."
"As long as she enters, it's victory! Centaur, my dear friend, you have to understand that Luo Yuandao's laboratory is just the entrance to a huge maze. I believe that in his years of research, there are indeed some techniques that can capture valuable fragments in the equipment he taught Wu Jun, but that is only a limited method to increase the probability. In essence, they are still trying their luck. Otherwise, they wouldn't have the power to protect themselves after 20 years … "
Jingxin was trying his best to brainwash Centaur with his glib tongue. Fat Dragon suddenly crossed his arms, signaling for the dangerous topic to stop for the time being. At the same time, he said in a deep voice,
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