Spante stood there, unsure whether he should get in the car and flee or call over the armed personnel present.
After a brief moment of paralysis, his brain told him that, given the road conditions in the mountains, the top speed of his sedan-truck in this environment, and the corresponding difficulty of handling it, he would not be able to outrun humans wearing military exoskeletons unless he was willing to risk driving straight off the mountain road and tumbling down the cliff.
Moreover, the other party didn't necessarily need to chase him. They could simply stand in place and use the military exoskeleton's targeting capabilities and high-powered equipment like grenade launchers and laser weapons to inflict devastating damage on him and his vehicle from a distance.
As for the option of calling over the armed personnel present, Spante glanced at Genaver, who had transformed into a large chameleon, and silently dismissed it.
This intelligent robot was just too fast at donning equipment. He had only hesitated for a few seconds before it completed its preparations!
Facing such a "fully armed" intelligent robot, even all the armed personnel present combined would probably find it difficult to break through its defenses in a short time, and might even be pushed back.
And as long as it held out for thirty or forty seconds, its companions seemed capable of completing their equipment.
At that point, a "mere" few dozen people wouldn't be able to cause any trouble.
Spante's mind raced, but he couldn't make up his mind.
The "Old Task Force" didn't wait for him to make a choice, but went ahead and put on their military exoskeletons and "Black Marsh Iron Serpent" bionic intelligent armor.
Seeing the team's eyes turn to him in unison, Spante forced a smile and tried to appear friendly:
"You, how did you end up taking this mission?"
"Didn't you ask us to help?" Shang Jianyao, ever honest, asked in surprise.
Spante was at a loss for words, and his eyes began to sting.
He stammered slightly as he explained:
"No, that's not what I meant. I wanted to ask, how could you be interested in just two Great Knight gold coins?"
"Two isn't bad. If we save, it can last us a month," Jiang Baimian deliberately pretended not to understand what Spante really wanted to ask.
Their high-performance batteries were all fully charged, and after that, they only needed to replenish the electricity consumed by Genaver and the jeep each day, which would greatly reduce their electricity expenses.
Spante, holding a double-barreled shotgun, forced a smile:
"I just don't understand. With your, your strength, how could you be interested in such a small mission?"
"What's wrong with a small mission? It's simple, convenient, quick, and the reward isn't particularly low. Why wouldn't we take it?" Shang Jianyao retorted honestly.
Jiang Baimian cleared her throat and comforted Spante:
"Don't think of us as the kind of team that likes to do big business.
"We always abide by the laws and rules of the various settlements, live honestly, work diligently, and earn our money through hard work."
"..." Long Yuehong wanted to grumble but couldn't find a place to start.
You can't get three military exoskeletons, two bionic intelligent armor suits, and an intelligent robot with hard-earned money... It's too extravagant. This team can even equip a robot with bionic intelligent armor! Spante didn't dare say what he was thinking.
He smiled along and said:
"I understand.
"With you guys here, I'll definitely be able to earn the bounty easily this time."
You can't just say things like that... that's setting a flag... Long Yuehong muttered to himself.
In this regard, he had always been self-aware, knowing that with his team's glorious history of stirring up trouble even when there was none, joining this mission might not be a good thing for everyone.
Jiang Baimian smiled and said:
"Don't flatter us, Spante. You'll be responsible for leading the way and seeing if there are any dangerous people you recognize in the vehicles coming our way."
"No problem," Spante hurriedly agreed.
Jiang Baimian turned to Genaver:
"Old G, you ride in Spante's car for now."
"Okay," Genaver understood that he would be responsible for surveillance and reconnaissance.
Although Spante was unwilling, he still smiled and said:
"Okay."
The four carbon-based humans of the "Old Task Force" then got into their jeep, with Bai Chen driving, Jiang Baimian in the passenger seat, and Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong on either side in the back.
As Genaver opened the passenger door of Spante's car, he activated the invisibility function of the "Chameleon" bionic intelligent armor.
Spante watched as a tall, terrifying robot disappeared before his eyes, and his brow twitched involuntarily.
Already on the "thieves' ship," he could only force himself to remain calm, return to the driver's area, and place the canvas backpack on the center console.
Subconsciously, he reached for the double-barreled shotgun, intending to put it where it used to be, on the passenger seat.
By the time he realized that the seemingly empty passenger seat was actually occupied by a robot, the double-barreled shotgun had already been taken by the air and slowly lowered.
"..." Spante couldn't find the words to describe his feelings.
Not long after, Sandro walked over and glanced casually at Spante's brown-green sedan-truck, and said in a deep voice:
"Are you ready?"
"Ready!" Spante wasn't sure if his smile was stiff or not.
Sandro nodded:
"Good, let's go. You drive in the front.
"I don't need to tell you again what you need to do, right?"
"No, no need," Spante said, shaking his head with a forced smile.
At this time, the twenty or thirty people belonging to the employer got into the vehicles filled with goods and two separate sedans with bulletproof armor embedded in them, and the other three ruin hunter teams were ready to go.
Spante perked up and drove his sedan-truck out of the parking lot, heading back the way they came, with the "Old Task Force" jeep following closely behind.
Following them was another ruin hunter team, and behind them were the cargo vehicles starting up one after another, with Sandro and the others in dark sedans mixed in the middle of the convoy.
At the end of the line were the other two ruin hunter teams.
Everyone was familiar with the route, but compared to when they came, they now not only had to be wary of enemies hiding in the dense forests, cliffs, and ravines on both sides, but also had to be careful of every car that drove toward them.
They didn't have the ability to block the road and prevent any vehicles from passing, nor were they crazy enough to blast every car they saw.
As a local ruin hunter, every time Spante saw a car coming towards him, he would carefully identify who the driver was, who was in the car with them, how strong they were, and how they usually behaved.
Genaver, on the other hand, was equipped with binoculars, information-gathering equipment, and corresponding analysis modules, and methodically used expressions, lip reading, body language, etc. to determine whether the people in the car had malicious intent.
Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao in the jeep behind them each sensed their surroundings, without relaxing in the slightest.
To earn two Great Knight gold coins, they could be said to be very dedicated.
The ruin hunter team following their car was also very careful, not letting go of any slightest disturbance.
A few minutes later, the person responsible for driving suddenly laughed:
"The team in front is very cautious. I saw the two people sitting in the back row put on their helmets."
"Bulletproof?" his companion asked curiously.
"Not sure," the ruin hunter, who could only see the back of Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong's heads, shook his head.
They didn't pay much attention to it.
Meanwhile, in a hidden place in the distant mountains, there were seven or eight people lying in ambush.
There were two leaders, one tall, with blond hair, a burly build, and a rough face with a touch of wild beauty, and the other thin, with long black hair and unusually deep nasolabial folds. He was less than 1.75 meters tall, but his eyes were sharp, and he was wearing dark, loose pants, with one hand in his pocket.
At this time, the one with the rough appearance, who seemed to have Icefield blood, was holding binoculars, using the terrain to his advantage, and watching the convoy transporting goods from afar.
He saw Spante first, and then grinned and laughed:
"The first car only has one person. Is this unlucky guy being used as bait?"
"It's meaningless. Our people can completely drive into the middle of the convoy and launch an attack," said the Honghe person with long black hair coldly.
Then, he urged:
"Vald, hurry up and confirm the situation. The vehicle team is still waiting for us to give them the signal to drive towards the target."
Vald muttered a few words silently and observed the subsequent cars.
The first thing that caught his eye was a person wearing a military exoskeleton driving a car.
"Oh! Look what I found!" Vald took away the binoculars and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
He then brought the binoculars back to his face.
The next second, he discovered that not only was the driver wearing a military exoskeleton, but the passengers were also fully armed.
The person in the passenger seat and the corresponding person in the back row were also wearing military exoskeletons, and the other was wearing something that looked like bionic intelligent armor.
Vald's eyeballs were about to pop out:
"Kislin, the situation isn't right, it's very wrong!"
Kislin frowned and took the binoculars, observing the situation of the convoy.
With Vald's hint, he quickly found the problem and fell silent.
"Where did they find these helpers?" Vald exclaimed, unable to restrain himself.
Seeing his companions making a noise, Kislin looked around and said:
"Calm down.
"It's just a well-equipped team.
"They will indeed be very strong, but if there are no Awakened ones, they still won't be able to stop us."
The rough Vald objected:
"Do you think a team with such good equipment wouldn't have Awakened ones? A kid with treasure won't live to get home!"
No one could be sure.
After a long silence, Kislin said in a low voice:
"Retreat!"