Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 590 4. Very courageous

Carl was moving around in the scrapped cab, the sandstorm wind blew fine sand in through the broken car window and hit his face. He squinted his eyes and fumbled in the secret compartment under the driver's seat, finally pulling out a verification chip covered with oil. He wiped the dust off the surface of the chip with his hand, inserted it into the phone, and the data on the screen scrolled quickly.

"There is no problem with the inspection. The number matches. It is the truck that Military Technology lost." Carl said loudly, his voice a little vague in the whistling wind.

He raised his head and through the broken windshield saw V and Jack busy at the rear of the car. Their figures were looming in the dust, as if covered by a layer of yellow gauze.

V bent down and carefully examined the chassis of the truck, tapping his fingers lightly on the metal surface, making a dull sound. His movements were skillful and quick, and it was obvious that he was familiar with this kind of military vehicle. Jack stood aside, holding a part found in the car in his hand, his brows furrowed.

"It contains parts of the demon lizard, but it seems to be only half?" Jack scratched his head, with a puzzled tone, "Could it be that there are two missing trucks?"

V straightened up, patted the dust off his hands, and shook his head: "That's not the case. It's just that using two trucks to transport the magic lizard parts is too conspicuous. After all, it's a private transaction. The other half has already been obtained by Thor and his team through various channels. What's missing is the remaining half of this truck."

As he spoke, he walked over to the side of the truck and knocked hard on the heavy armor plate, causing a dull echo.

"I've checked it. It's unlikely to be able to drive it again. There's still some fuel left. Once the sandstorm passes and the interference subsides, we can contact Thor and the others and have them transport this thing back. I guess the car will have to be scrapped."

Jack grinned and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes. "Now I am looking forward to seeing this thing assembled and appearing in front of me."

He looked down at the parts in his hand, as if he had already seen the appearance of the "Demon Lizard": "I've seen military technology bragging about this thing on TV before, and I've also seen some of the video materials they produced. Now I finally have the opportunity to see what the real thing looks like."

Carl climbed out of the cab and brushed the sand off his hair, but the wind blew and the sand immediately stuck back to his hair.

He sighed helplessly, feeling that his clothes were already full of sand. He could hear the sound of sand falling down when he shook them slightly. "How long will this sandstorm last? If we continue like this, it will be dark by then."

V looked up at the sky. The sandstorm was still raging, but he seemed to have noticed some subtle changes in the wind. "It shouldn't be long," he said, with a hint of certainty in his tone. "The wind is already showing some signs of dissipating. According to my experience, the sandstorm should be gone in a while. It's much shorter than I thought at first."

Karl couldn't help rolling his eyes after hearing this: "It's been almost a while, and it's still much shorter? What kind of life did you live before?"

V smiled, his eyes seemed to drift into the distance, recalling past experiences. "It was not so bad before, we went around to protect things from being blown away, reinforced everywhere, and it was over in a short time. The main problem was that after the sandstorm, we had to look for the things and people that were blown away nearby, which was a waste of time. That was hard work, and it took days and nights to search each time. Sometimes when we found people, only a dried corpse was left."

"Mummy? Is that so exaggerated?" Carl raised his eyebrows. "I know that people may die in a few hours after being dehydrated, but mummies should not form that quickly in the natural environment.
When a body is buried in the soil, due to bacterial growth, the soft tissue will gradually decay and blend into the soil. This process will turn the surrounding soil gray-black. This process will last for two or three years until the bones are defatted and dry, and the color of the bones changes from white to earthy yellow or gray-black. After a dozen years or more, the bones will become thinner and brittle, and eventually break into slag.
If the body is buried in a mineral-rich area, the water will be absorbed by the surrounding area, thus reducing the decay process and forming a complete body, that is, a mummy that will not turn into bones, but this will also take three to five years. "

Carl's rigorous words made V laugh. "Of course, this is just a description, Carl, you know too much about this." He shook his head, with a hint of relief in his tone: "I'm beginning to wonder if you've really watched too much Mewtwo."

"It's not that I watched Mewtwo, but I knew it before."

Carl folded his hands, and then suddenly realized that there was grease from the chip on his hands, which had already stained his hair and clothes with his movements. His expression twisted in an instant.

"Damn it, I want to take a shower early, this weather is really unbearable." "Think of the good side, Carl, we can take a shower when we return to Adecado. Now we just need to wait for the sandstorm to pass."

As Jack was speaking, he discovered that the sandstorm really subsided as V had said, and the surrounding environment gradually became clearer.

"It looks like we're almost there. Let me check the signal. Hmm, it's still not working. I guess it'll take a while."

"I did receive some signal, but it's intermittent. I should be able to get in touch with you in a while."

V checked his own communications, then noticed dust rising in the distance from the corner of his eye:

"That's in the distance. The sandstorm just subsided, and Thor and the others are here?"

V adjusted the zoom view of his prosthetic eye and was able to see clearly what was happening to the vehicle in the distance.

"No, that's not Adecado's convoy, it's more like..."

"Ran Dao Society?"

Jack frowned: "Why are these people here?"

"Don't underestimate the intelligence network of this group of people."

Carl said, "The military technology is missing, and it's Adecado's stuff. This kind of thing is no secret in the Badlands. After all, in the Badlands, intelligence comes first."

The Luan Dao Society, who rely on robbery in the Badlands for their basic survival, would not have caused so many troubles for the wanderer tribes and corporate transport convoys in the Badlands if they could not even provide the intelligence that is the basis of their existence.

"It seems that they heard some news about the demon lizards and wanted to join in the fun. They noticed us and came over to us."

Carl raised an eyebrow.

They rushed in and started looking before the sandstorm had completely stopped. They were very brave and they actually found it.

If I hadn’t encountered it first.

(End of this chapter)