this is my ark journey

"Send some men to get those idiots back."

"Don't continue?"

"Go ahead, the client is dead, where to get the money, get out!"

After a while of cursing, the mercenary left in a hurry, and the leaders of these subordinates, each with dozens of brothers, looked at each other again and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

"That Ryan Rodland is now famous, is there any chance to dig him?"

"You see that people value friendship, tsk tsk, if you dare to go to Alcador alone in this kind of battle, you are more loyal than your brother, remember last time..."

"Can the retreat of the mercenary be considered a retreat? That's called turning in!"

"Okay, this is a hot potato, Tracys won't let him go, and you don't dare to take it." Garson pulled away the scolding colleagues, looked around and said:

"Alcador's men may counterattack, what are you going to do?"

There was silence, none of the leaders spoke, it was the mercenary's instinct to be wise and safe, and no one wanted to step into the muddy water.

Hastily getting involved in the battle between the two His Royal Highnesses, is life too long?

"Then you continue to wait and see here." Garson snorted disdainfully, beckoning his men to walk towards the tower.

"Hey, Carson, what are you doing?"

The tall Sarkaz turned around and pointed to the sharp horn on his forehead: "Nonsense, of course he is going to support, this kind of person doesn't deserve to die."

A group of fully armed mercenaries walked down the street to the center of the city, and another group of mercenaries looked at each other again, and they kicked up rocks.

"Made, what Tracy did is unethical, I can't stand it."

"Wait, I'll take my brothers there too. This shit earl just killed my brother last month, so I should thank this Ren."

"I'll go too. I've long since disliked these nobles."

"I am coming too!"

Hundreds of mercenaries on the periphery of the battlefield began to move. They were planning to take advantage of it, but at this moment, they had something to do. Ren and the Cardinals had already taken the blame. It was fine for them to kill a few officers by mistake big deal.

The mutation did not only affect the mercenaries. In the center of the city, less than two kilometers away from the high tower, a street has been turned into ruins. Street lights are crooked, buildings have collapsed, and blood is spreading in the ruins.

ACE pulled out a hammer from the chest of a Sarkaz, and looked around blankly while holding a shield full of arrow marks. Hundreds of Sarkaz troops were retreating.

"what happened?"

Before he could even make a move, he encountered the hunting team. The two sides fought together, but the enemy fought more and more. Just when ACE was about to retreat, the Sarkaz army fled first.

"Brother, it seems that there is something wrong with the earl!" An operator ran over. Their area was completely destroyed, and they still don't know what happened to the tower.

ACE raised his head and was stunned for a moment when he saw the tall tower burning like a torch not far away.

I haven't done it yet, did the doctor arrange other teams?Well, it must be so, using two decoys in succession to attract the enemy, and then using a master to make a surprise attack, is really an admirable tactic!

If the doctor is here, the brawny man will have countless flattery to offer, just as he was about to go to support, a figure suddenly emerged from the ruins.

With a slender figure, short silver hair, and a cold face, the girl stared at ACE with green eyes, questioning in her eyes.

"Lord Kelsey, did you really do it?" ACE nodded in greeting, this reinforcement was unexpected.

"I'm just here to prevent you from fighting. I don't want and have no reason to fight with Alcador. Even if I meet him, it will only eliminate this battle."

So did you kill him or not?

ACE was a little dizzy, and it took a long time to realize: "Is there someone else who killed Earl Gorefiend??"

The girl named Kelsey didn't deny or admit it, she turned around slowly, walked towards the tower, and raised her hand to stop the operator who wanted to come to protect her.

"I'm going to see Ryan Rodland, ACE team. Your current task is to restore order in the black market and stop the thugs who took the opportunity to burn, kill, and rob."

"Yes!" ACE replied with a nod, and after two seconds, he raised his head abruptly.

"Who did you say you were going to see?!"

..........

"It's over, it's over."

In the large live broadcast room, Ren was lying on a chair with his legs raised up, feeling that he had no strength in his whole body.

The desperate counterattack finally worked, but in retrospect, I still shudder. If the earl hadn't been bullied with the golden statue of terror, he would have rolled back into the coffin by now.

"It's not over yet!" Muyan, who was fully armed, stood by the window and said in a low voice, "The enemy's counterattack is coming, and there are a lot of people."

On the street, the Tracys army of hundreds of people was approaching, and the mud rock people didn't dare to stop them at all, they just shot a few arrows from a distance and then kept retreating.

She looked at it for a few seconds, picked up the big hammer and walked out.

"Wait, where are you going?"

"Fight, try your best to delay time."

"No, I said it's over." Ren still lay on the chair and pointed out the window, "If you don't believe me, look again."

Mu Yan didn't know what the man was talking about, so he went back to the window in doubt, and was completely stunned when he saw it.

There was a crowd of people coming from the other side of the street. There was no orderly army formation, and there were all kinds of weapons, but the sturdy appearance made people know that they were colleagues.

The mercenaries are here, but that's why they seem unbelievable. How can those lowly, dirty, and despicable mercenaries have the courage to stand against the regular army?

"Don't go anywhere, just stay here, we have guests."

Ren yawned, and the first ray of morning sun came in from the window, dyeing the room with a layer of gorgeous golden light. The night of blood and fire has passed, and Ren, who passed his name to the earth for the first time, sat up straight. body.

Killing is just the beginning, and survival depends on subsequent choices.

Kelsey was standing at the door, before he knocked on the door with his raised right hand, a deep male voice came from inside.

"Come in, visitor from the Tower of Babel."

Chapter 68 Stealing from the Rich and Giving to the Poor!

There was a moment of silence in the room, and after a few seconds, the doorknob was turned slightly, and when it was pushed open, a Filin girl in a light green dress stood at the door.

She is tall and slender, with a beautiful appearance. She is ordinary at first glance, but she is amazing after looking at her, especially those blue eyes, which are ancient and calm, revealing vicissitudes and wisdom.

same look.

When Ren met those eyes, he felt the same kind of feeling. When he switched to the vision of the soul, his pupils shrank suddenly.

How is it possible not to see, not to see the fire of this man's soul? ?

After coming to Terra for a few months, he has already met all kinds of people, deep sea hunters, sea descendants, infected people, Sarkaz, restaurant owners, no matter what their identities, statuses, or powers, Ren can always see something different, the essence hidden under the skin!

But this woman didn't have it!

She is not a living thing, she blocked my detection in some way?

"Ren Rodland, are you spying on me?"

Just when the man was full of doubts, the girl spoke, her face still expressionless, without anger or disgust.

Still be found?

Ren was startled, and quickly came back to his senses, with a dirty smile common to mercenaries on his face: "Of course beauties want to peep, but I'm quite surprised that such a thin woman dares to come to see me."

His size is not lethal, but there is a strong inflatable man next to him, who can crush Filin to death with one hand.

"Just because you killed Alcador? Judging people by their appearance is dangerous. Since you can think of using a TV speech to end the melee, you are definitely not an idiot." The girl opened the high-backed chair across the table and sat down. Lifted the slender legs.

Seeing her was as easy as returning to his own living room. All the rhetoric Ryan had prepared before were completely useless. When he saw that it was a film girl, he had prepared several plans.

If you are naive, you will fool around, if you are sophisticated, you will intimidate, but this person is too calm, as steady as an old driver.

"The mercenaries are a group of vicious people. Are you not afraid of making mistakes in your judgment?"

"My judgment has never been wrong. Besides, mercenaries are just status. What you do depends on the 'person' part."

The girl's voice was clear, but there was a sense of sincerity. Ren looked at the other party again, and the feeling of the same kind emerged again.

There is no point in playing tricks in front of this person.

With a clear understanding in his heart, he got up and stretched out his right hand: "Ren Rodland, Senior Advisor of the Cardinal Mercenary Corps."

consultant?

A trace of surprise flashed across the girl's face, but she hid it well and held it with her outstretched hand.

"Kelsey."

With an unremarkable name, Ren didn't have any impression, and shrugged: "I won't go around in front of you, Tracys, I have been completely offended, but the root cause is the fault of the Tower of Babel. Now the underground The warehouse control of the black market is in my hands, and I hope that the Tower of Babel can have a clear attitude."

"The attitude of the Tower of Babel comes from your appeal." Kelsey said coldly, and kicked the ball back.

"Shouldn't you apologize first?" Ren's face was ugly, and he wanted to take the initiative.

"There is no problem with the entrustment. It has nothing to do with this incident. As for the killing last night——" Kelsey leaned forward slightly, and her voice did not fluctuate:

"In this war, Cardinal is insignificant, the underground black market is insignificant, and Alcador is also insignificant."

Talking to this woman is tiring, is she a professional riddler?

Ren couldn't help complaining in his heart. Kelsey was the kind who talked for a long time without any clear results. Her real thoughts could only be guessed, but when it came to riddles, he was also a professional.

"Ms. Kelsey, you have to understand that it is these insignificant things that are enough to shake the balance of war when they accumulate."

Is this a Sarkaz mercenary?

Kelsey was obviously surprised this time. He didn't expect Ren to think so deeply. After thinking for a while, he replied:

"But those variables are not in your hands."

"This is just the beginning, and I am very self-aware, the cards will always be equal to the demands."

"Well, your name will be spread in Kazdel, but these are all illusory. In fact, you are just a consultant."

"You are a bit hypocritical when you say these words. In terms of control, is there any difference between an advisor, a captain, or a king? Besides, you can't guess why I am only an advisor?"

What are these two talking about...

Muyan by the window was already dizzy when he heard it. He obviously wanted to use the underground black market as a bargaining chip to seek shelter, so why did he go around and say something he didn't understand.

She noticed that the battle on the street was coming to an end, more and more mercenaries were involved, and the remaining regular army was retreating under the leadership of Carlos.

Looking at the two who were talking riddles again, they couldn't help but said, "Ren, the battle below is coming to an end."

Mu Yan interrupted suddenly, interrupting the fight between the two Riddlers.

Kelsey took a deep look at Sarkaz, and gave a clear answer for the first time: "The Tower of Babel will provide shelter in the form of an ally, and will not interfere or force the Cardinal to perform tasks."

This is what I want!

Ren didn't dare to put his wealth and life on other people's kindness, and he didn't want to be cannon fodder under others. He had seen the tricks of that 'evil spirit'.

If Rennes hadn't fought back, Cardinal would have been a victim. That evil spirit had no intention of regaining control of the black market from the very beginning. As long as chaos destroys the black market, no one will be able to get it.

"Is this a long-term commission?"

"Mr. Ryan, don't be too greedy, I will give you 5.00% of the materials in the underground black market." Kelsey's eyes were cold.

"I accept it with good intentions, but I don't want anything."

There are mercenaries who don't love money?

Kelsey didn't understand what this person was thinking, and nodded after a moment's pause: "The Tower of Babel will pay the salaries of non-staff operators, but Cardinal has the obligation of absolute loyalty."

"The loyalty bonded by common interests is indestructible. I wish you a happy cooperation." Ren stood up and stretched out his right hand again, but Kelsey looked at him coldly.

The atmosphere was a little awkward. The mercenaries' battle roars of victory sounded outside the window. Ren withdrew his hand, got up and walked outside.

"Ms. Kelsey, the control of the underground black market will be handed over to you after I finish the last thing."

The film girl showed doubts on her face, but she was not afraid of Ren's refusal.

As a pure land that relies on balance, the underground black market has survived in name only after Tracys' power was defeated. Nobles will not come, and business activities will gradually decline. Now only huge amounts of materials are still valuable.

"Mudyan, why are you still standing still, why don't you call your little brothers out of the underground pipe network?"

"Huh? They're ready to leave." The girl followed up with a hammer, her voice full of doubts.

"Can you leave Kazdel empty-handed? It's not too late to leave with enough supplies and hire some mercenaries. Even if you go to other countries, you have to spend money."

"But we are poor."

"Poor?" Ren stepped on the gorgeous carpet, "Isn't there money everywhere?"

Killing Alcador, a rich man, should steal from the rich and give to the poor.