"Oh? Please come in and ask..." Battings raised his hand and welcomed the confident Macaw and the silver hand with a confused look into the lounge.

After entering the room and sitting down, two cups of warm tea were immediately served in front of him. These respectful actions made the Macaw's eyes lit up, and he was very satisfied. He felt the importance he attached to himself, which suddenly made many ideas and creativity come to his mind.

Battings looked at the macaw, sitting firmly on his head, and there was light in his squinting eyes. He was staring at so many eyes without any discomfort. He just heard the sentry report that one person was carrying a bird. He thought the bird was a pet for reconnaissance, but now when comparing his status, the people next to him were extremely strong, which made him feel oppressed, but his eyes were frivolous and random, and he was not as steady as the fat parrot in front of him.

Battings infers from this that this fat parrot is the protagonist today, and the powerful young man around him is very likely to be his bodyguard.

After confirming the relationship between the primary and secondary, Battings took the initiative to attack: "I don't know what instructions do you have for the special envoy to come this time?"

The macaw was "healthy and steadfast", waved his wings, and his voice became old-fashioned: "I dare not take the order. This time I came here mainly to come here according to the will of the head of state, and come here to care and comfort. After all, I believe you have all been frightened when encountering such a thing in the wilderness."

Battings said with some slight slightest: "After two days of rest, our emotions have calmed down a lot. We have been receiving hospitality these two days, and have been eating and drinking in the mechanical fortress and enjoying a full-scale 24-hour security service. This makes us flattered and unable to sleep or eat. We don't know how to repay you for your warm hospitality..."

The macaw couldn't help rolling his eyes, but because his eyes were too small, the other party could not see the difference at all.

The Macaw knew a ghost's reward. He and the Silver Hand sneaked in, but they were discovered in failure. Now they were treated as specialist and invited in to enjoy the best hospitality.

But if he talks about the left and right, he will definitely be seen with some clues.

The macaw was not blushing or breathing, and said slowly: "It's a waste of repayment, it's just a casual move. However, the Fanti Galaxy is so remote and closed that you suddenly came here and happened to encounter a pirate ship of the raider. I'm afraid it doesn't look like a coincidence?"

The macaw stared at Batins with his little eyes, and Batins suddenly felt like a ray of light on his back, and cold sweat was pouring on him.

The fat bird did not make any preparations at all, and went straight to the point where he was brewing the tricks he had been brewing in just one sentence, making him a little hasty.

Battings was fighting with heaven and man, and two thoughts were constantly fighting in his heart.

On the one hand, Battings's rationality told him that it was impossible to deceive him with the other party's level of civilization, and would not ask such a question for no reason;

But on the other hand, Battings thought of this mission and what was involved, and he was lucky. As long as he could keep the secret and ensure that the mercenary group did not leak secrets, this generous reward would become an important condition for the rise of the mercenary group. At the same time, he could also get the friendship of that force...

Seeing Batins not answering, the Macaw immediately looked at him: "You might be hesitating, are you?"

Battings was stabbed into the weakness by the macaw again, his eyes were slightly unconcealed, and he hurriedly replied: "How could that be? You are our nobles. The people of our Battings Mercenary Group will never deceive those who have saved their lives."

Battings hesitated and decided to take the risk to conceal the information about the mission.

Because he could not evaluate whether the higher civilization in front of him would maintain his current "friendly" attitude after learning about the mission resources.

"We are actually here to perform missions this time." Battings signaled his confidants to take out the objects.

The confidant beside him was stunned for a moment, widened his eyes and was in disbelief. He never expected that the leader of the group actually told the matter.

"Captain, do you know the consequences of doing this? If the employer knew that we had leaked the news, our Batins Mercenary Group would probably have no place to establish a foothold in the Movol Grid Group!"

Battings said firmly with his eyes: "Isn't it just a box? The other party is our savior. If it was really for the box, we would confiscate everything as soon as possible and would not let us survive."

The confidant was stunned for a moment, and took out a bracelet with a reluctant expression. Then he tapped his fingers on the floating screen of the bracelet a few times. A blue energy wave shot out, and a blue energy box was projected on the table. When the energy wave gradually dissipated, the energy on the box also dissipated, and a square box with an ancient shape appeared in front of him.

"The purpose of our trip is this box, and the Roswell Foundation hired our team to get this thing."

When the macaw looked at the box with a simple shape, he found that there were many patterns carved on the surface of the box body. The patterns on the upper and lower sides were complex patterns, with a faint smell of carving. Around the box, there were some very picturesque stories printed.

In the first picture, corpses all over the ground spread to a very far distance, which can be said to be floating corpses thousands of miles away. Even if they are just reliefs, the carvings are lifelike, and through the picture, people feel a sense of despair and a pervasive death.

The macaw couldn't help but frown.

In the second picture, the floating corpse turns into a skeleton, and some people stagger up before the flesh and blood on their bodies melted. There are also people who feed on dead people around them. The picture looks disgusting, and the most basic human morality is completely destroyed.

The macaw couldn't help but retching.

The third picture shows a group of skeletons, clouds in the sky, and the picture is dark and depressing.

In the fourth picture, the lines in the clouds seem to form a strange face, with curly hair, and many tentacles similar to octopus squid on the chin. They look at the plague that harms the world, as if they are appreciating their own spoils.

After seeing the macaw, the whole bird felt bad.

The picture on this box is so weird and uncomfortable. The things in this box are definitely not good.

But as a special envoy, you must figure it out.

The macaw pointed to the box and said, "What exactly is it in it?"

Battings opened the box without saying a word, but it ended up being empty inside.

The Macaw and the Silver Hand were both stunned. They mobilized all the troops to make trouble, but there was nothing in the box?

"What about the things in it? You won't tell me you just found an empty box, right?"

Battings nodded aggrievedly: "We followed the instructions of the Roswell Foundation to come to the desolate planet. After searching for it for many years, we only found the box in the ruins and did not find anything else. When we opened the box, there was nothing inside. However, because of the contract with the Roswell Foundation, we signed the box to retrieve it, so we took the box back. Who knew that we were attacked by the raiders on the road, and were beaten to the forefront and fell into the inferiority."

The macaw stared at Battings, trying to get the correct answer from his eyes.

After watching for a while, the Macaw suddenly patted Batins on the shoulder: "You are so lucky. If you can meet a plunderer in a corner like the Fanti Galaxy, it will be a bad thing for eight lifetimes."

Battings shrugged helplessly and continued to follow the words of the Macaw: "Who said no?"

The Macaw did not continue to talk about the box anymore. His current interest was not on the box. After brewing for a long time, he asked: "The Head of State praised your mercenary group for its outstanding strength. It seems that looking at the entire galaxy, it is also a member of the sect."

"I dare not take it, I dare not take it. It's just a ridiculous praise for my colleagues. The Batins Mercenary Group is just an ordinary medium-sized mercenary group in the Movor Galaxy Group, and its strength is not the strongest..." Batins said modestly.

"I heard you say C-level D-level. This is completely different from the strength evaluation we use. It is better to send someone to practice with the guards I brought to let me see your strength and understand your evaluation criteria."

A strange color flashed through the eyes of the mercenary group here. The Macaw said everything, but nothing was said.

Their energy level evaluation is accurate in the universe. However, the fat parrot in front of them said that it is completely different from their strength evaluation. This shows that the super galaxy cluster they are in is definitely not under the Pandemic Deep Space Interstellar Development Alliance, and it seems that it is indeed a higher civilization that has come from afar.

Seeing that Batins and others were hesitant, Macaw couldn't help but lower the bottom line and said, "It's just an ordinary competition, stop when you click, and there will be no damage."

If you understand the mercenary group, nothing is more straightforward than just fighting.

Moreover, Macaw is not a real specialty. He and the Silver Hand come here just to have fun and cause trouble.

As the saying goes, if you have the right, it will be invalid if it expires. While you can still pretend to be a special envoy this time, Macaw naturally has to arrange some programs.

Battings hesitated for a moment and then said, "If it's just a competition, then we're still willing."

Battings knew that the man with a robotic arm in front of him was very strong, but he might be a little bit terrified. As the leader of the mercenary regiment, he must not be the first to go into battle. Since it is a trial, he must arrange his confidant to appear first.

"Lev, you are the first to come!" Batins found his close friend Lev, who was armoured like the Silver Hand.

It's just that the Silver Hand is a robotic arm, and nearly half of Lev's body is armored.

One is normal with the naked eye and the other is just an eye implant. The large muscles are knotted and the body is like a hill. The right half of the lungs are normal flesh and blood, the body is exposed, and the heart part is completely turned into metal. Through the metal plate on the chest, you can vaguely see that its heart has been transformed into a device similar to a miniature furnace reactor, all of which are provided with survival energy by the reactor.

The same is true for both arms. One flesh and blood, the other one is made of metal.

There is a large open space in the center of the lounge area assigned by Link.

When Batins and the Macaw walked in the front, Silver Hand and Lev followed, and all the members of the mercenary group resting here walked out of the room and surrounded a large area of ​​open space, waiting for this exchange between the higher civilization and the mercenary group.

However, this competition did not have any atmosphere of cheering and encouragingness.

The members of the mercenary group were hesitant and did not know whether to cheer. If they shouted out and caused the special agent to be unhappy, would they still want to survive?

Lev and the Silvers ended up.

Lev is two meters tall, like an iron lump. Especially when he holds the robotic arm tightly, the steam ejected from above the arm gives people a feeling of mechanical dominance and heavy force.

"Battings Mercenary Group, Commando Captain, Lev! Energy Level C-, dare to ask for advice!"

Lev's aura was fully opened, and the miniature reactor on his chest began to run violently. The air in the open space became hot, and the wide and thick robotic arms were faintly glowing red. Seeing this, the members of the mercenary group all secretly encouraged themselves, hoping that Lev could win the game.

Silver hand put his hands on his chest, walked to the center in a careless manner, his tone was a bit careless, and the introduction was even simpler, just two words: "Silver hand."

Lev was stunned for a moment, his face gradually flushed, and his anger accumulated.

No positions were announced or any introductions were introduced. Even the name Silver Hand felt like a code name.

This is very clear, but you are not worthy of knowing my information.

Seeing this, Battings hurriedly walked out: "Okay, now both sides are in place, and the competition has officially begun!"

Although Lev is very big, he operates very quickly and quickly presses his arm as soon as he starts.

In less than a second, the silver hand suddenly felt Lev's combat power soaring, and his body's appearance also changed. The whole person was wrapped in a ball of flame, his skin was red, and his pupils were also swallowed by the flames. The battle aura formed by the flames enveloped his body, like a battle suit. The metal robot arm appeared in a nearly melting color, as if there were tens of millions of degrees of high temperature.

The macaw heard the mercenary beside him gasping for breath: "Hiss, form three!"

"The victory or defeat is hard to say. Lev, who has turned on Form 3, even if the leader wants to win, he will have to pay a considerable price!"

The little ear of the macaw was tugging, wondering what Form Three is, but at this moment, Lev and the Silver Hand moved at the same time.

Without gorgeous moves and earth-shaking aura, the two of them raised their fists and rushed towards each other at the same time.

Everyone's hearts were also raised to their throats, and they looked at the two of them who were not fast and jumped high and their fists collided.

boom!

The shock waves generated by the two of them on the fist spread rapidly, forcing everyone back three feet and staggering.

The two people who were not on the same level on the field had a result that made everyone feel sad.

With just one punch, Lev flew backwards, and the molten robotic arm twisted and deformed, and a lot of lightning and sparks burst out from the cracks. All his facial features were stirred together, which made him look extremely painful.

The silver hand standing on the field had the robotic arm as intact as before, his whole face was expressionless, and the wind was light and cloudy.

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but focus on the silver hand. The Macaw's metal beak was wide open, and it seemed to fall to the ground.

"You, you, you..." The Macaw pointed at the Silver Hand and said no.

This guy is what he is doing now, making it difficult to deal with this special purpose!
Chapter completed!