Chapter 23 Clues and Layout

"I spent five whole years in the mines of Pennsylvania, which was already considered a high-risk area in the usual sense. But since coming to this damn planet, the number of people I've seen die in one month has exceeded that of those five years—no, the total number of dead people I've seen in my entire life!"

"Dollars are lovely, but dead people don't have the ability to turn them into beer, m幻剂, or babes to enjoy!"

"January 23rd, we finally arrived at our destination called Triangle Beach. According to the Bay-type detector, the reserves of Pandora superconducting mineral crystals here should be astonishingly high, and it's an open-pit mine. The detector's readings don't lie, but we couldn't even find half a vein of the ore in theory... Okay, okay! The damn experts at headquarters told us that this was probably because they were distributed over an excessively large area, and our current refining technology couldn't extract them. No value for large-scale mining."

"I want to f*** every expert's mom's a**!!! We risked our lives and seven people died along the way, and we got this damn answer? But I also picked up a piece of Pandora superconducting mineral crystal in the nearby river. Its purity looks quite high, and there seems to be a lot of it. I will secretly take this back for identification. If it really is a high-purity crystal, then this will be my first pot of gold in my life. Team, discipline, RD company—go to hell."

"January 25th, we set off again. To prevent my unreliable brain cells from forgetting some valuable things, I will record the coordinates of Triangle Beach: It's at ."

"January 27th, we were actually drafted! Our expedition team, which had trekked for two whole weeks without rest and lost seven people, was actually drafted! And it seems the destination is still to cross the Windstone Highlands. God, I know there happens to be a powerful Na'vi tribe living there with a population of over four hundred. Their tribe's name is Mosak, which translates to 'poisonous arrow.' The important thing is that this barbarian tribe is uncivilized!"

"January 29th, yes, I confirm that I refuse to accept this exploration order. Even if I have to pay half a year's salary for it, let those dollars go to hell."

"Life is still the most important thing. I have a hunch that most of them won't be able to come back alive. Their bodies' final destination may be under the roots of trees, in the bellies of beasts, on the stakes used to dry prey, in the grinding and swallowing of Na'vi natives' canines and tongues. And I, who stay on this Valkyrie transport ship, will definitely be able to return alive to Hell's Gate!"

"............"

After reading this, Fang Senyan began to nod slightly, but Mogansha said in surprise:

"Damn, people still use pens to write diaries in this era! I think they should use 3D holographic images."

Fang Senyan said calmly:

"Images are illusory after all. Diaries can even be given to family members as relics. More importantly, you can't expect them to have a sufficient power supply when they're trekking in the jungle. In the most difficult times, charred branches can also serve as pens to record the situation at the time."

At this time, footsteps came from outside the door. Fang Senyan put away the diary without changing his expression and began to play with the weapon Mogansha had just acquired. It was a member of the Illuminati who passed by. He poked his head in, and his suspicious gaze swept around before finally landing on Mogansha's uniquely shaped new weapon. Then, a look of envy appeared in his eyes, and he walked away.

Next, Fang Senyan hoped to go outside, especially to the place where the mysterious object was decomposed, even if he could learn more about the mysterious life form Eywa (Mother). As for Mogansha, he wanted to see if there were any opportunities to pick up bargains. This bargain-hunting wasn't limited to dying beasts, but also included Contractors.

As the two walked along, they noticed that there were very few Contractors remaining from the Western District battlefield. They were all leaning against the walls, panting heavily, filled with the joy of surviving a disaster. What was even more ironic was that most of the Contractors who had exchanged for the AMP suits had died the fastest! The banshees seemed to have a special, stubborn hatred for these mecha monsters, so they became the main target of attack. Once the AMP suit fell, it would be difficult to get up again under the frenzied attacks of the beasts.

When they walked to the external access to the ship, the two couldn't help but feel a chill. Blood! So much blood! Every step seemed to splash through large amounts of blood plasma. That tragic red color seemed to make people's hearts tremble, and their minds seemed to be filled with fresh, hot blood! Even the people, things, and objects around them seemed to be soaked in a thin, transparent blood-red color! As a result, the air was filled with a faint metallic smell.

There were limbs and beast corpses everywhere, but it was clear that the continuous stream of beasts had occupied the upper hand, forcing the defending Contractors to retreat step by step into the ship. Although everything was quiet, looking at this tragic scene, the Contractors' screams and the beasts' roars seemed to still be ringing in their ears involuntarily, intertwined into a desperate sound that could only exist in hell.

This was an indescribably tragic battle. There were no defeated, no prisoners, and no mercy. The weak were food, and the strong could survive. Mogansha saw a bloody hand in front of him, so mangled that he could see the broken white bones. It was still twitching slightly on a table in the passage.

However, a furry paw suddenly grabbed the injured hand. Chewing sounds, bone-crushing sounds, and whimpering sounds mixed together. A severely injured and hungry viperwolf suddenly pounced out. Although the terrifying wound on its abdomen caused its intestines to spill out, it continued to greedily bite and chew on the Contractor's remains, its red eyes seeming to drip blood.

Mogansha fired a three-round burst. The hot bullets first shot into its mouth, blasting out a cloud of blood and causing it to flip over. Then, two bullets shot into its body through the wound on its abdomen, exploding after colliding with each other, completely killing it. He looked at the bloody scene in front of him and couldn't help but mutter:

"Damn, are there any survivors in this place?"

After Fang Senyan walked outside, he looked around and then looked up at the sky, taking a deep breath:

"Zi is not simple. She can actually see through the trap in the mission and catch up to me. Although the Illuminati's team has also lost more than half of its members, its core members have not been lost. In the next battle, there is no doubt that they will be in a leading position!"

Mogansha thought seriously for a moment and said:

"Zi has always been a very strong and shrewd woman. Back then, it seems that it was because of her that Metal Mentor vehemently left the team at the time and formed the Symbiosis Society. In addition, I saw that when that Illuminati member, Yuan Zhan, was operating the computer earlier, he seemed to have obtained some very important information. It should be the coordinates of the Hell's Gate base. If the Illuminati is not sincere about cooperating, then they would not share this information with us."

"The location of Hell's Gate...?" Fang Senyan frowned and nodded, saying: "I understand."

By this time, humans had discovered Pandora for decades. Obviously, developing this dangerous, beautiful, and rich planet was definitely not an easy task, and it was necessary to make adequate preparations. The most important prerequisite was to establish a permanent base.

Because the distance between Pandora and Earth was too far, the transportation costs would be frighteningly high. Therefore, almost all metal parts and weapons would be explored, mined, refined, and assembled on Pandora itself. After decades of hard work, this base has initially taken shape.

Because humans lived here but were surrounded by poisonous air and various ferocious creatures on Pandora, as if living in hell, humans called this residence Hell's Gate (Hell's Gate). Its official name is "Resources Development Administration Extraterrestrial Colony-01."

Yuan Zhan had previously confirmed that the communication device on this Valkyrie had been destroyed during landing. Therefore, the RD company personnel at Hell's Gate should not know what happened after the landing, and their attitude toward this group of people should be friendly. This means a large number of tasks, branch tasks, and a significant extension of the time spent in this world. Then, without a doubt, the coordinates of Hell's Gate are very valuable.

Fang Senyan nodded and walked toward the place where the mysterious substance was rapidly decomposed according to the original plan. Because there were too many corpses and blood along the way, by the time he arrived, many Contractors were already there checking it out. It could be seen that although the grass there had been trampled by a large number of beasts, it had grown particularly lush for some reason. Not only that, but there was also a strange smell in the air, a smell that Fang Senyan had never smelled before.

After staying here for less than five minutes, Jiao Shi suddenly contacted Fang Senyan through the team channel:

"Zi has put forward two requests. These two requests seem to be very fair. Should I agree?"