Under the guidance of a miserable gang underling, the trio naturally cleaned up Biyombo"s hideout. Oh, wrong, his office.
Regrettably, Biyombo had already delivered his latest batch of dinocrystals, and only presented the trio with a large bag of cash.
The cash couldn"t be exchanged for utility points or brought out of this world, and appeared to be completely useless in upgrading their battle capabilities.
After some contemplation, Mogensha seized another gang underling, and forced him to lead them to the underground arms market of this Mattrine district. After a series of prodigal spending, the trio exchanged the currencies they looted for two weapons.
[ Peluba 1,2 Chlorine Ethane Shock Rifle ]
[ Unique Weapon ]
[ Unable to be brought out of this world, and cannot be used on other contestants ]
[ Detail: When used on storyline characters/creatures, the shock will cause a huge dip in movement speed but similarly induce agonizing hatred in them ]
[ Description: As a weapon that has fired off 300 times already, it is critically over the limit. When triggering this weapon, pray that it would not explode in your hands ]
[ Description: Pouring additives into this can be a good choice ]
[ Shamier Jolting Gun ]
[ Unique Weapon ]
[ Unable to be brought out of this world, and cannot be used on other contestants ]
[ A calcium salt crystal hailed as Aural Calculus dangles from a lymph deep inside a dinosaur"s ear. This is a vital organ that maintains its hearing balance ]
[ Detail: The "Shamier Jolting Gun" will induce violent resonance against the Aural Calculus. Hence, it presents a chance of stunning the dinosaur with confusion, but similarly induce agonizing hatred in them ]
[ Detail: This is a brand new weapon. Please refrain from over excitement my friend. A brand new weapon represents that it hasn"t gone through sufficient testing. Therefore, when activating this weapon, the sonic ripples may influence your own hearing equilibrium. It may also attract the attention of surrounding dinosaurs. Activating it also requires the ammunition of one dinocrystal ]
[ Description: If you aren"t dead after ten times of employing this weapon, then I believe, the military will pay a pleasant sum to purchase it ]
Biyombo"s death created great waves throughout the district of Mattrine. To the sc.u.ms of society, this wasn"t a common occurrence, but neither was it a rare one. In all honesty, it had just been a month since Biyombo plotted against his former leader and succeeded his position.
Since he could resort to such means to eliminate others, others could employ methods to end him as well. n.o.body would see vengeance for Biyombo. Still, his death left a position of power empty, and created much brawling between gang factions.
Four humans strolled out from the underground arms market. The sky darkened yet again. Sounds of vehicle honking could be heard from afar.
A black male, whose face revealed a spider tattoo, swooshed past in a jeep accompanied by his three underlings. He had clearly noticed the faces of those four humans, but on the contrary, his jeep accelerated faster; unwilling to tarry further in this place.
In the past, he gave his life to strive under Biyombo, yet henceforth, he would strive for his own interests.
After trudging past a small cart, Sheyan suddenly caught whiff of an aromatic scent. The owner of this cart was a black male with a grizzled flat top. His kitchen stove was a modified recycled gasoline tank, where flames raged beneath,. The aromatic scent permeated out from a charred aluminium mess tin atop the stove.
Looking closer into the mess tin, one could see beef, corn, noodles, potatoes and carrots boiling in porridge. This dish was known as "Gedan". This dish was a.n.a.logous to the staple thin pancakes found in the northern parts of China.
Sheyan also noticed a shelf of suspended, large skewered drumlets behind. Looking closer at the skin of those drumlets, one could actually see scales and patterns; resembling a part of a hunted dinosaur"s limb.
When the cart owner noticed them, he cordially greeted and conversed a little with Mogensha. Then, they took a seat at an oily and filthy table. The owner then served a huge bowl of Gedan over, which even contained a palm sized b.u.t.ter cookie on top.
Gedan was smoothly light on the mouth, and for an individual with a large appet.i.te, 2-3 mouthfuls would suffice to gobble a bowl up. Following how he ate youtiao (chinese fried churros) and soy milk, he first munched on the b.u.t.ter cookie; feeling its unique and tough sweetness before drinking half a mouth of Gedan. The flavour was truly wondrous.
While munching his second b.u.t.ter cookie, he suddenly but onto something weird within that issued a crispy fragrance; something he hadn"t tasted before. With an invigorated look, he realized it was a fried gra.s.shopper and termite, where the gra.s.shopper"s head had been munched off. Sheyan carefully chewed several times, and realized that this special taste truly suited his preference.
At this moment, Brother Black called out. A robust looking black chap sprinted out from the tent behind, and raised a s.h.i.+ny sharp knife. Pointing it to the dinosaur limb behind, he asked several questions before carve a chunk of meat off and started roasting it above a grill.
a glance at Brother Black; gesturing him to clarify their intentions to Abreu. Besides, Mogensha was the more sociable kind, and his similar skin tone impressed a sense of familiarity on Abreu.
Brother Black forthrightly opened a silver briefcase filled with cash they plundered from Biyombo earlier, and tempted Abreu.
"You desire this?"
Fat Abreu exposed a greedy l.u.s.t in his eyes and nodded energetically.
Brother Black directly divulged.
"Let us locate one person, then this belongs to you."
Abreu doubtfully muttered.
"I feel I"m not suited for such a..."
Mogensha then interrupted him.
"What I mean by locating someone, is locating through satellite surveillance. Accurately phrasing, leveraging the thirteen geosynchronous...o...b..t satellites the Istres Leka Communications Corporation has developed for the military. According to my understanding, that ought to be your forte."
Abreu shrugged his shoulders and replied.
"Sir, I"m sorry to disappointed but you guys are half a year too late. I"ve already left that blasted place a long time ago."
Sheyan insipidly chimed in.
"We"ve considered persuading current workers of the Istres Leka Communications Corporation, however, they are all under strict protection. Touching them would mean starting a war with the nation if things go awry. At least for now, we feel it isn"t necessary. Thus, we decided to seek you out first. Mister Abreu, an easy task wouldn"t warrant such abundant remunerations right?"
Abreu reached out and greedily caressed the neatly arranged cash in the briefcase. That year, he was fired for accepting a bribe. Thus in his present frustrated poverty, the thirst for money amplified intensely! His throat squirmed as he answered.
"You"ve lost contact with a friend inside the disaster zone right? Which explains the reason for needing satellite surveillance to monitor the dinosaur disaster zone and rescue your friend eh?"
Mogensha nodded.
Abrue chuckled silently.
"I must tell you this first. I"ve received many of such missions from the military before, but mostly, the eventual outcome would be finding their clothes, backpacks, weapons, or even a single body party; there was once only a skull left behind as well."
"She"s definitely alive." Sheyan laughed. "We aren"t your usual people, you don"t have to worry about such things."
Abreu prudently pondered before negotiating.
"Fine, but I have a few conditions you must fulfil."
Sheyan was moved internally. What he feared the most was having no solutions. Naturally, a negotiation meant good news! He instantly answered.
"Speak."
At this moment, the dinosaur meat was delivered up. It was roasted in a rather peculiar fas.h.i.+on; roasted to a succulent medium done. The dinosaur meat presented a surge of unique flavour, tasting like veal dipped in special fish sauce mixed with shallots, garlic, lilac and onions. Ths was truly a one-in-a-kind experience.
The four of them were famished, especially Abreu. After being aware that he wasn"t being kidnapped to be killed but to earn big bucks, he chewed down the dinosaur meat with enormous chomps, as he spoke with a m.u.f.fled tone.
"Firstly, according to your request, I need to infiltrate access of minimally three satellites. Moreover, this is on the condition of avoiding notice for at least two hours. I cannot handle this alone, and require an a.s.sistant."
"Possible." Sheyan nodded. "State the name and we"ll invite him."
"Secondly, there"s a total of thirteen satellites monitoring the dinosaur disaster zone, whereas there should be 47 corresponding base stations in the vicinity. We must gain control of a base station for at least 120 minutes. The base stations is constructed with faultless reinforced concrete, with at least 7-9 soldiers guarding against dinosaur infiltration. I can create an interference that will obstruct all distress signals for only three minutes. This goes to say that, we have to completely occupy and take control of the base station within three minutes."
"Not a problem." Reef replied with a deep tone.
"Thirdly, and my final point. Gentlemen, committing this deed may warrant me as a criminal. Although the finances here is rather generous, it is still somewhat insufficient for a sad fleeing convict. What more, he still has a good half of his life to live on? Especially, this amount has to be shared between that temporary colleague….."
Sheyan chortled and played his concerns down.
"That is easily resolvable. You just need to tell us, who amongst the sc.u.ms of Mattrine district, is wealthier than Biyombo. So now, tell me this won"t you? If everything goes smoothly, how long do I have to wait before getting news of my comrade?"
"3-4 hours, boss. Anything exceeding that, you can chop off my leg and roast it for dinner…." Abreu bite of a huge chunk of dinosaur meat as he nonchalantly declared.
"I do fancy such individuals with great confidence." Sheyan laughed.