Chapter 827 The body of God is my body (please vote for the big chapter)

Stretching dark clouds connect to the dark and silent sea, all the way to the end of the sky. Flashing thunder rises and falls on the violent sea, with hazy brilliance revealed from the spots and cracks between the dark clouds.

The undulating sea water lapped at the rocks on the shore, and the cold sea breeze blew against the man's cheek.

He raised his bracelet, glanced at the message signed by Yiluo on the bracelet, and took a deep breath.

A small boat sailed slowly from the dark sea. A resolute-looking blond man was standing on the bow of the boat, looking at the shore.

The boat stopped when it was about to dock. The blond man looked at the figure on the shore and asked slowly, "Mr. Gast?"

"Yes."

Gaster nodded and looked at the blond man, "Captain Kevin?"

"Yes,"

Kevin nodded. He looked back at the flashing thunder and storm at the end of the dark sea, then looked back at Gaster, "This road will be dangerous."

Gaster took a deep breath and smiled, "I'm ready."

He jumped into the boat.

Kevin pulled the joystick, took the boat around a corner, and headed towards the depths of the sea under the storm.

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We walked all the way with our backs to the Sea of ​​Storms, heading east along the continuous mountains covered with white snow, passing thousands of kilometers, deep in the land, near the city called Rock City, a huge

The crawler machinery is rumbling.

"Ha, it still doesn't look like it."

The prospector wearing thick overalls jumped off the tracked vehicle and, under the huge searchlight, took a look at the samples picked up from the ground by the machine.

Inside the crawler vehicle, along with a beeping sound, the screen of the mineral detector dimmed.

"Hey, you have sharp eyes."

The driver sitting in the cab also jumped off the tracked vehicle and stood next to the prospector.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and thick white mist spread in the air.

"Samples with lithium ore don't look like this,"

The prospector took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, handed one to the driver, lit it with an electronic cigarette lighter, then took one himself and held it in his mouth to light it.

He looked up at the bright stars in the sky and said, "The stars are so beautiful. It looks like the weather will be good tomorrow."

"It's like this every day, I've seen too much,"

The driver took a puff of cigarette and said, "No matter how beautiful you are, it's just like that."

"You've only had a few good days, this is it."

The prospector glanced at the driver and sneered, "Two years ago, you were still mining in an underground mine. You couldn't even see the sun, let alone the stars."

"Aren't you mining underground too?"

The driver laughed back and said, "I was ten meters underground, but you were fifty meters underground. I'm afraid you couldn't even see the shadow of the sun."

"What the hell, I'm more important, so of course I have to dig deeper."

The prospector laughed, took another puff of cigarette, and glanced up at the hazy snowfield under the night.

The outline of the mountains is intertwined with the light and shadow of the stars.

"The days are gradually getting better."

The driver put his hand in front of the cigarette butt, followed the prospector's gaze, stared at the surrounding snowfields and stars, and sighed with a slight smile.

"yes,"

The prospector dusted off the ashes, and as the cool breeze blew the ashes into the white snow, he turned to look at the driver next to him, "You've been working the night shift, and you'll have a day off tomorrow? Where are you going to go? Work in the mine and get subsidized wages?"

"Of course I want to go back to Rock City,"

The driver rolled his eyes at the prospector, and thick ash fell from his cigarette. "I'm not like you. I don't have a wife or children. It doesn't matter where I am."

"Hey, I forgot you're an old guy,"

The prospector put out his cigarette butt, "Married people are different."

He crossed the fingers of his hands, put them behind his head, supported the back of his head, and walked towards the cab of the crawler truck, "Why don't you bring something back to my sister-in-law and the others? The strawberry-flavored steak that Nolanka Group put on sale two days ago is so delicious.

, I suggest you buy some and go back to try it.”

“Strawberry steak?”

The driver was stunned and said, "What the hell? Does it taste serious?"

"I don't know if it's serious or not, but it tastes pretty good to me,"

The prospector jumped into the car and sat on the driver's seat, holding the window with his calloused hands.

"Speaking of which, why don't you go back with a box of strawberries? I heard that the flavor of fresh strawberries is composed of hundreds of volatile substances and is a mixture of various flavors. Anyway, it is not the same thing as strawberry-flavored biscuits and ice cream.

It tastes completely different.”

"strawberry?"

The driver who was getting into the car suddenly widened his eyes, "Our branch mine has this thing? Is this something we can afford?"

"Yes, it is said to be some kind of greenhouse technology from Nolanka. Anyway, the caravan that came to collect ore brought some here. The price is a little more expensive, but it is not expensive."

The prospector thought for a while and said, "A small box of more than a dozen federal coins. It tastes really good. Your daughter will definitely like it."

"Is it so cheap?"

The driver was slightly startled, "I remember seeing it near the Mining Group Building a few years ago. A small cake decorated with half a fresh strawberry cost 48 federal coins.

"At that time, I only had more than a thousand federal coins from mining for a month, and my wife had even less money. After paying off the rent, food and credit card interest, I had no money left, and I even owed the bank a little.

I can watch my daughter lying on the window display in a daze."

He smiled and said, "I always thought that only men from mining groups can afford to enjoy this kind of fruit."

Fresh fruits and synthetic grains are not the same thing at all. There are not many native ingredients in the Federation, and the prices are usually very high. Not to mention strawberries, which are very delicate in their own right, which leads to the high price of strawberries in the Federation.

"The mining group has long since disappeared. Now you can have at least a dozen federal coins left in a day. If you save a little, you can save thirty or forty. This is only yours, not counting your wife who works in the Nolanka factory.

of,"

The prospector laughed and said, "If he is still selling forty-eight now, you can afford it."

"The days are really changing,"

The driver chuckled, holding the steering wheel with rough hands, "You're right, buy some for my daughter to try."

He started the vehicle, turned around, and glanced at the prospector next to him, "Why don't you buy some to try?"

"I've tasted it,"

The prospector shrugged, "How else would I know the price?"

He raised his head and glanced at the silent night outside the window again, "The scenery in this wilderness is so beautiful."

"The dangers in this wilderness are also very serious,"

The driver put his hand on the steering wheel and said, "The security people have already cleared away the strange beasts around here so that we can explore here safely. If you take a few more steps forward and leave the cannon range of the exploration team, then it will be a disaster."

It has nothing to do with the beautiful scenery.”

"You old boy are good at ruining the atmosphere,"

The prospector withdrew his gaze and said, "Why don't you go out for some late-night snacks later? Recently, the prices of synthetic flour and synthetic meat seem to have been reduced again, and the prices of other food have also been reduced."

"Why did it drop again?"

The driver was a little confused, "Has it dropped several times in the past six months?"

"I heard that Nolanka Group's grain production has increased a lot. There is always a reason,"

The prospector shrugged, "Just lower the price."

"Good."

The driver touched the steering wheel and hummed a tune softly.

"Hey, you said,"

The prospector turned back again and glanced at the mountains under the stars, "What is there in the depths of this wilderness?"

"how could I know?"

The driver shook his head, "Animals? Monsters? There can't be a god who protects us, right?"

"Who can say for sure?"

The prospector withdrew his gaze and sat on the chair, "Maybe there is a god sleeping in those mountains who has been protecting us."

The window of the tracked vehicle was slowly raised, and the sound of the two talking slowly dissipated in the silent night.

A pair of cold eyes emerged from the deep darkness.
To be continued...