At that point, Weyland's breathing sped up.
Stafford took over for him. "I'm responsible for the operation and the overall safety of the team. I won't ask you to do anything extra. Your only responsibility is to protect Mr. Weyland. "
Luke nodded with a smile. "Very good. I'll abide by the rules and regulations of the team."
Stafford finally revealed a smile.
Both of them were men of action, and had to be straightforward when they did things. They drew a line in front of each other and reached an agreement.
The next moment, Weyland stood up. "Luke, can I call you that?"
Luke nodded with a smile. "Yes, Mr. Weyland."
Weyland said, "Although you've just arrived, you're a great guy, and you've rested in Ushuaia for three days. Now, we need to enter the ruins and catch up with the team that's already set off. Do you have any objections? "
Luke was stunned, but he immediately nodded. "Of course. But can I ask Mr. Stafford to tell me about the ruins I'm about to enter on the way there? "
Weyland said, "No problem."
Stafford also stood up. "Luke, you can call me Stafford. What equipment do you need? "
Luke shrugged. "Weapons that can be used here? After all, I don't have time to prepare them. "
Stafford simply pressed the walkie-talkie. "Send a set of standard middle-sized equipment over right away."
Then, the middle-aged black man helped Weyland put on his clothes and said to Luke, "Mr. Weyland isn't in good health. Keep an eye on him."
Luke went over and helped Weyland put on his equipment.
The magnate was old and weak, and seemed to be ill. There were a lot of things he couldn't do on his own. Luke really didn't know why he was risking his life in the South Pole.
Luke's equipment was soon sent over.
The entire set of equipment had been specially made for the harsh environment in the polar region, such as a tactical vest, a walkie-talkie, a gun, a magazine, a flashlight, glow sticks, ropes, medical supplies, and so on.
Compared with Weyland's extraordinarily difficult movements, Luke was extremely fast, and finished in two minutes. "Let's go. "Let's go, Mr. Weyland."
The three of them pushed open the door and left.
Stafford kept an eye on Luke as he walked, only to discover that Luke was moving quickly and steadily.
Also, Luke wasn't just walking on his own. He was also carrying Weyland with one hand and moving forward easily. He wasn't much slower than Stafford.
Well, at least this young man was strong! Stafford gave Luke a tick in his heart.
A strong body was a basic requirement in an expedition. Having a strong body was better than nothing.
A few minutes later, the three of them arrived at a large shed in the spacious area. It was formed by pulling out a tarp from the wreckage of a house.
Looking at the straight tunnel that led downward, Luke couldn't help but be surprised. "How deep is this? Did you guys dig it out? "
Stafford glanced at Weyland and pointed at the house. "We have a professional drilling team that came here in advance to work. It leads straight to the relic six hundred meters below the ice."
"So deep?" Luke was even more surprised when he heard that. He suggested solemnly to Weyland, "Mr. Weyland, the environment at this depth isn't very good. Do you still insist on going down?"
Weyland took two steps forward and climbed onto a crane at the entrance of the cave. He gestured for them to stand on it.
After they caught up, Weyland keyed in the password and pressed the down button.
There was a special plank on the crane that served as a simple lift, and the three of them were lowered.
Weyland's muffled voice finally came out of his mask. "Detective Luke, I'm going down myself."
Luke frowned. "Why?"
He was a super magnate, and an old man at that. If he really loved adventures, he would've been famous a long time ago.
But in people's memories, Weyland didn't have a love for adventure.
Weyland coughed and said, "I'm sick. Perhaps in the next few months, the doctor will announce my death to the public. Do you know what will happen? "
Luke was stunned and lost for words. He looked at Stafford, only to see that the head of security was calm.
Clearly, he had known about the news a long time ago, and was definitely one of Weyland's most trusted subordinates.
"Apart from the company's stock dropping by 12% to 18%, there's nothing else." Weyland didn't wait for Luke's reply. He continued indifferently, "I'm also afraid of death, but I'm even more afraid of dying like an ordinary person."
Luke sighed and didn't know what to say.
Weyland stared at Luke. "Do you have any questions now? Luke? "
Looking at the hole in the distance, Luke heaved a sigh of relief. "Let's go, Mr. Weyland. It's best if we can come back as soon as possible."
…
At that moment, an enormous warship was floating quietly in space.
A notification in an alien language rang out. "The hunting operation has been approved by the planet's high-level guardian.
"The warship will monitor the entire hunting operation to ensure that no prey escapes the hunting zone and disrupts the normal order of the planet.
"The hunting operation is a solo operation. Nobody is allowed to interfere with the battle except for the participants.
"The hunting offerings have entered the incubation room.
"The hunting operation has begun.
"The hunting operation is limited to 24 hours.
"The hunting operation will be attended by three people.
"The hunting landing ship is ready to launch.
"The hunting landing ship will be automatically retrieved in 24 hours at the latest.
"Hunters, I wish you good luck."
…
In the ice cave on the Antarctic island.
The speed of the small platform's descent was not slow, and after a short while, it reached the bottom.
Two people who had stayed behind next to the crane greeted Weyland and the others respectfully when they saw them.
Compared with the wind and snow above, the temperature here was much higher. It had gone from minus ten degrees to minus ten degrees.
Everybody took off their masks as well.
Luke, however, stopped Weyland from doing so. "You're not a young man. It's best if you don't breathe in too much cold air."
Weyland coughed and smiled behind his mask. He was satisfied. "Okay, whatever you say."
When they came down, Stafford was already telling Luke what they had discovered.
The main force of Weyland's expedition team hadn't arrived much earlier than Luke.
For safety reasons, as well as the need to transport a lot of people and equipment, they had only arrived in the early hours of the morning on an icebreaker.
It had been less than an hour since the first expedition team had entered the ruins.
Weyland had only stayed on the island with Stafford to wait for Luke's arrival after he received the news that Luke had already taken a plane from Ushuaia.
"How many of you went in?" Luke asked as he dragged Weyland forward.
Stafford said, "Twenty security guards, twenty-five outside experts, and thirty-eight support staff."
Luke clicked his tongue inwardly. Weyland had moved almost a hundred people to a remote island in the Antarctic in just a few days, just for the sake of leaving his name on the island.
Being rich and willful was truly an epidemic among the rich.
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