Constructing-Style Wizard - Chapter 192
Chapter 192: 104. Iron Thorn Shield
Translator: 549690339
Noland Lee slowly moved the telescope, shifting the lens from the leader of the convoy to the convoy itself, heading straight towards him.
“Nearly forty four-wheeled motorcycles, each vehicle carrying one to two people, everyone armed with firearms. In other words, if they have ill intentions, I’ll have to face sixty to eighty enemies, including one extraordinary individual requiring a full 10 ,ooo Energy Points to deconstruct.” Noland Lee put down his telescope and glanced around.
There were 15 corpses near him, ten were scavengers, and five were fishermen, barely enough to form a group of Walking Dead.
Using the ‘Enslavement of Deceased” technique, along with a “Magic Shield” and a “Fear Spell,” he should be able to take out the ordinary people in the convoy.
But how to deal with the big shots in the convoy?
The “Caster Form: Death Incarnation” is still cooling down; it’ll take about four days to be usable again.
Noland Lee pondered for a moment, feeling that it was a bit troublesome.
The safest way to deal with it was to mount the four-wheeled motorcycle and take off before he entered the firing range of their firearms.
That way, if the convoy wanted to catch him, they would have to divide into several teams and encircle him from different directions.
Noland Lee couldn’t beat the big shots in the convoy, but he should have no problem wiping out their teams and breaking through.
Having thought through this, Noland Lee straddled the motorcycle, turned the key, and started the engine.
Suddenly, a whistling sound and loud shouts came from the convoy.
“Whistle-
“Hey! Brother! We’re from the Iron Thorn Shield Security Firm! We’re not scavengers! ”
Noland Lee squinted and looked over. Someone in the convoy had raised a flag, waving it left and right in his direction.
The flag had a “spiked shield” pattern and the words “Iron Thorn Shield Security Firm” on it.
Noland Lee picked up his telescope again and observed the details of the convoy, finally confirming their identity.
It was indeed a security company’s convoy.
Upon closer inspection, the clothing of these people was more uniform, with black jackets on the upper body and a slightly casual lower body, wearing various clothing styles.
On the left chest of the black jacket was the “spiked shield” pattern, the emblem of the “Iron Thorn Shield Security Firm.”
Furthermore, their motorcycles did not have any “skull” or “human head” symbols associated with blood-curdling terror.
Overall, they looked more dignified and more civilized than the scavengers.
Noland Lee accessed the scavenger’s memories, retrieving information related to the “Iron Thorn Shield Security Firm.”
After quickly reading it once, he turned off the engine and chose to wait at the original location for the convoy.
Seeing that Noland Lee stayed in place without leaving on his motorcycle, the convoy’s leader waved his hand at the team members behind him, asking them to lower their firearms.
Both parties established initial trust through mutual probing, resolving an unexpected conflict.
The convoy stopped in front of Noland Lee.
Some team members entered the campsite and began cleaning up the scene.
Others held their guns in alert, looking vigilantly around at the grasslands and gentle slopes.
The leader of the convoy had a deep brown buzz cut, stiff facial lines, and a strong nose bridge.
If he were dressed in an Imperial Army uniform, he would look like a typical Imperial Soldier.
However, he was currently wearing loose jeans, a thick plaid shirt, and a black jacket.
His walk was swaggering and his movements casual.
It was Noland Lee’s first time discovering that the rigidity and dogmatism of Imperial men could change.
When an Imperial man was placed in the Fission Wilderness, he could also become relaxed and casual.
After getting off his motorcycle, the convoy leader walked directly toward Noland Lee.
He put his hands on his hips, looked Noland Lee up and down, then asked in the language of the Tatis EmDire:
“Mate, you’ve just arrived in the Fission Wilderness, haven’t you?”
This is the so-called “beware of others.”
While resting in the camp, Noland Lee had changed into a blood-stained local outfit and covered his face with sunglasses and a face towel.
The replaced Tatis Empire Army uniform and cloak were rolled up by him and stuffed into his backpack, waiting for an opportunity to be burned.
Now, when he heard the convoy leader expose his identity, Noland Lee knew that the exposed skin color in the gaps of the towel had betrayed him… “Right, I just got here a few days ago,” Noland Lee replied calmly.
He spoke in the Federation’s local language.
The convoy leader slightly raised his eyebrows, surprised:
“You’ve just arrived and already speak the local language so fluently?… Well, let’s not talk about that. Everyone who comes here from the Empire has their own hardships. Since you’re here, let it all begin anew.”
The convoy leader waved his hand, no longer inquiring about Noland Lee’s past.
He reached out his right hand and said:
“I’m Kent, the armed Captain of the Iron Thorn Shield Security Company, a First-order Alchemist, with sixty to seventy brothers under me. About eight years ago, I arrived here on a cargo ship.
“I know how hard it is to be unfamiliar with everything. If you trust me, follow my convoy. Once you reach Union City and find a job, you can pay back the security fees for the journey along the way.
“Of course, if you’re worried it’s a trap or ambush, I understand, after all, I was thinking the same way back then..”
