hsntnovel Chapter 677 The Homeowners with Their Own Thoughts (Part 1)
Chapter 677 The Homeowners with Their Own Thoughts (Part 1)
War Zone 59, Outer Ring Road, Courtyard No. 5902.
On the edge of the high platform for preparing for battle in the front yard, stood a blond man who was not young.
He leaned on the railing, his sharp gaze sweeping across the ground. On the lawn, fully armed plant warriors were already ready to go.
Although he has been out of the military for a long time, the temperament of a soldier still follows this homeowner closely, even more so than before.
His casual clothes had straight and stiff shoulder lines, perfectly outlining his broad shoulder contours. The wind that brushed against the hem of his clothes made it flutter, but it couldn't change his posture in the slightest.
The homeowner, named Volgard von Branden, was from the Holy Rhine and possessed a distinctly Germanic appearance.
His angular, cold face was particularly square, with a high nose bridge and thin lips pressed into a hard, straight line, exuding an unquestionable authority.
Those deep blue eyes were as dark as a frozen pool, and wherever they looked, it seemed as if even the air would freeze.
The collar was adorned with glittering gold thread, symbolizing his former prestigious status in the federal forces.
After inspecting his men, Volgard did not rush to give orders. Instead, he slowly reached for his waist and took out a golden Desert Eagle pistol.
He calmly channeled his plant-based spiritual energy, shaping it into bright yellow bullets, and slowly loaded them into the magazine of his pistol.
Each soft "click" sound was like a death knell tolling for the enemy, clearly reaching the ears of every plant warrior.
Finally, the magazine was full. Volgard flicked his wrist, engaged the safety, and put the Golden Desert Eagle back into its holster on his waist.
He turned his gaze back to the group of plant warriors on the lawn, the chill in his eyes pouring down as if it were a tangible force.
Under Volgard's gaze, these Federation soldiers, forged in the crucible of iron and blood, straightened their backs and even their breathing became much deeper.
Volgard straightened up, changing his posture from holding onto the railing with one hand to supporting himself on the edge of the railing with both hands.
His body leaned slightly forward, like a lion surveying its territory, standing there quietly, letting the silence build up and pushing the tense atmosphere to its extreme.
"We are going to join forces with the 59th Army of the Federation and assist them in a rescue mission."
Volgard's words were concise, without any superfluous words, yet they struck the hearts of every plant warrior like a heavy hammer.
A hush fell over the area below the platform; no one asked why, and no one asked what to do.
But Volgard knew that his plant warriors were fully prepared and ready to fight at any time.
"Check your equipment. We'll depart on time in three minutes!"
······
Zone 59, buffer zone, courtyard 5925.
In stark contrast to the somber and oppressive atmosphere of Courtyard 5902, the air in this war-torn courtyard was filled with the smell of tobacco and strong liquor.
Plant spirit warriors dressed in all sorts of different clothes were gathered in twos and threes, some smoking, some drinking, and some discussing what to do next.
In the midst of a relaxed and bustling atmosphere, the homeowner, named Tian Heng, sat casually on a soft sofa.
He was a burly man with massive muscles and bronze skin, his shirt open, revealing a hairy chest and eight-pack abs.
A gleaming, broad-backed broadsword lay casually beside the sofa, its blade chipped in several places, clearly a murder weapon that had drunk countless lives.
"Brothers and sisters, listen up!"
Tian Heng picked up the wine jar, took a big gulp of strong liquor, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
He jumped to his feet, wiped the wine stains from his mouth, and said in a booming voice, "I've received news that there's going to be a big commotion in the ruined city soon!"
Although they were usually quite carefree, the moment "Big Brother" spoke, all the plant spirit warriors looked up at their homeowner.
Tian Heng picked up the heavy broadsword with one hand, slung it over his shoulder, and looked at it with a greedy and fanatical light: "Both the Federation and the Empire have big shots arrested. They are going to rescue people now. We won't steal their credit, but we can pick up the scraps!"
He stretched out his rough fingers and tapped them in the air a few times, spittle flying everywhere: "There are plenty of good stuff in this ruined city, and someone else will go through the danger for us! As long as we're quick and efficient, we can make a living in this ghostly war zone for months after this job!"
The plant warriors instantly stirred, their previously lazy eyes turning a vibrant green, like a pack of wolves that had smelled blood.
Suddenly someone shouted, "Hey boss, what if someone tries to take it from us?"
"Rob?"
Tian Heng grinned, revealing two rows of large gold teeth. His smile had a ruthless edge to it: "If any fools try to cut off our path to wealth, you know what to do!"
With a wave of his hand, his heroic spirit soared to the heavens, and he strode outside: "Don't embarrass me! Although we are a rabble, when it comes to scavenging for food in the ruined city, those civilized people would have to call us 'ancestors'. Five minutes later, let's go. Those who don't keep up with me, don't even think about getting your share!"
At Tian Heng's command, the plant spirit warriors present suddenly burst forth with rare vitality, rushing out of the courtyard and heading towards the abandoned city where risks and opportunities coexist.
······
War Zone 59, inland area, Courtyard 5986.
In front of the teleportation station in the courtyard, a luxurious reception area has been set up.
Not only was a scarlet carpet laid out, but fine wine and cigars were also prepared.
Vito, the homeowner, was waiting respectfully at the exit of the teleportation station with a group of plant spirit warriors standing at attention.
As several figures emerged, Vito instantly wore a humble yet shrewd smile as he greeted the elderly Peashooter Plant Spirit with graying hair and a cane.
Richard, the second boss, did not respond immediately. He merely glanced around, his gaze finally settling on Vito's face. He nodded slightly, as if to express his approval of the latter.
Vito's smile deepened as he stepped aside, making way for the black sedan not far away.
"Please get in the car, Mr. Richard. I have arranged the second best room for you at the Courtyard Hotel. You can rest there and wait for the auction in a few days."
“Yes, Capone, you’re thoughtful. You know the best room should always be reserved for the Godfather.”
Richard nodded with satisfaction, tapping his cane lightly on the scarlet carpet.
As he led Richard toward the car, Vito added, "According to the latest intelligence, there are several 'expensive items' among the final lots of that auction. Even if Mendel's Hand could acquire just one of them, it would greatly benefit its future development."
Upon hearing the words "expensive goods," a terrifying glint flashed in Richard's deep green eyes.
He slowed his pace slightly and glanced at Vito beside him: "That's none of your concern, Capone. The Godfather will decide how to handle this matter."
"I apologize, I have overstepped my bounds."
Vito bowed slightly, pulling his top hat down a little, but a smile curved upwards at the corners of his mouth.
He knew that Mendel's Hand would never miss this opportunity.
"please."
Vito calmly opened the car door for Richard, and only after Richard got in and sat down did he sit in the passenger seat.
He looked into the endoscope and carefully observed the expression on the second boss's face.
Richard neither tasted the wine nor lit a cigar; he simply sat quietly, his fingertips lightly tapping the top of his cane.
The car slowly started, rolled over the scarlet carpet, and drove towards the hotel, gradually disappearing into the depths of the courtyard.