Chapter 437 I never refuse a deal!

   "Sergeant Chief, are they grilling?"

The voyeurism of the duo continued. The other party had already arrived. Almost hundreds of people and hundreds of robots and drones. A group of people scanned everywhere as if they had never seen a spacecraft, moved everywhere, and finally opened more. Of construction machinery, ready to unload this Charon.

However, the Chief Sergeant did not stop the other party's intentions. The Ship to the Dawn was originally cut into two pieces. According to the damage assessment report of the unsc, it has no value for recycling, and even if it wants to dismantle the scrapped ship, the Fortune Star, There are even so many unsc starships destroyed in the orbit of Reach, and the Dawn is not in turn.

And compared to ships, the chief sergeant is more concerned about these people, from commanders to ordinary infantry are well equipped, all of them have enclosed exoskeleton armor, you must know that there are not even elite troops such as **** paratroopers in unsc. The officer lined up with exoskeleton armor, but when he saw that the cook who was cooking for the commander on the other side was wearing an exoskeleton, the chief sergeant felt a bit spicy.

   "John, are you hungry?" Cortana asked suddenly, watching the sizzling skewers on the fire.

"No problem!" As the second phase of strengthening and reforming fighters, the chief sergeant and their nerves have been reformed, and they can suppress their desires and emotions. I remember in the fourth issue that he watched his female teammate’s **** boki)

  So even if the firm face under the helmet can smell the meat, the sergeant still maintains the most calm state.

   "Masterchief! It's dinner, why don't you come to have two bites? This is the best wagyu from the earth!"

Fisher has set up a small hot pot on the table, and sterile eggs are also prepared, and behind him, a field cooking truck that has just arrived is already handling the fresh seafood brought from the earth, as well as the pastry chef. I'm also busy with desserts, it is estimated that they will be delivered here in 30 minutes.

"Could it be that the other party has left? Shouldn't it!" Fisher swept across the distant jungle, where his mind was always disturbed by the magnetic field, and he couldn't sweep out anything, unless the other party was malicious towards him, but all around him The most malicious one was a four-legged beast that smelled of meat, now gnawing his teeth and cracking his mouth from a distance.

  After waiting for more than a minute, the jungle suddenly heard the footsteps of Kacha Kacha, and the faces of the snipers deployed on the heights changed drastically. They scanned it again, but they didn't find anyone in the jungle!

  As the murmur of the branches grew louder and louder, a tall armored warrior walked out of the woods.

  Although the armor on the opponent's body is well maintained, there are still many battle marks. The golden eyepiece lens seems to be swallowed up by the sunlight refracted from the treetops.

The legend of   unsc, his comrades regard him as the most reliable dependant, the kamikaze martyr (a special name of the elite clan) regards him as a respectable opponent, and the ordinary Star Alliance soldiers call him a green demon. And he regarded himself as an ordinary warrior from beginning to end, the second phase of Sparta, John 117.

  John is his name, and 117 is his number, but almost everyone calls him the Sergeant Chief. After joining the Spartan Project, his surname was erased.

Throughout the halo story, the Spartan warrior has always been the protector of human beings in front of the charge. 117 can be said to be the most legendary member of the entire Spartan team. Of course, this does not mean that the Sergeant Master is proficient in all 18 martial arts. The knife can't play Fred 104, and the sniper can't compare to Linda 032. Later, the helmet eyepiece was broken by a black bald four-stage Spartan who tried to replace him, but the chief sergeant had an unparalleled sense of teamwork and command ability.

  Although everyone says that the opponent is actually lucky, you must know that luck is also part of your strength, and luck alone is not enough to live long on the interstellar battlefield.

  "This is the property of unsc!"

  The sergeant commander, who was still holding the rifle, ignored the surrounding Atlas combat troops and walked straight to Fisher.

"Yes, but I don't know how many light-years it is from the jurisdiction of Unsc, and I think our deal is worth enough for this half of the spacecraft!" Fisher waved his hand to signal the guard to go away, and then took the initiative to step forward. He shook hands with the sergeant who was more than a head higher than himself.

   "Excuse me, can you take a photo with me first? Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't want to!"

   Feeling the tight feel of Thor's hammer armor, Fisher politely put forward his request.

   "Uh!" It is estimated that the Chief Sergeant has seen this kind of person who had to take a photo before meeting him for the first time in so many years. Seeing Fisher's sincere appearance, the Chief Sergeant nodded reluctantly.

  Then a few Atlas soldiers who were part-time videographers rushed forward for a while, and took hundreds of photos before giving up.

   "Thank you, Fisher Adams, a defense contractor, welcome to Requiem, Sergeant Chief!"

"Defensive contractor? Why haven't I heard of this company?" Cortana wanted to search her memory bank, but she almost went crazy again after searching. It went black for a few seconds, making the Sergeant Chief who just sat down. Almost got up and left.

   "You said this is Requiem, what is this place!"

  "A world of the Forerunner shield, a sleeping military commander of the Forerunner, a missionary, but now, he is about to get up! Your spaceship was pulled over by him!"

   "What else do you know?"

   "Magic and miracles are not free!" Fisher picked up a cigar and lighted it, and said happily.

   "This spaceship is yours!" The sergeant took back the unsc property he just said without hesitation.

  "Excellent, I'll find you a warthog later, and I will decorate you with food and drink, energy bars, etc., save it for next time!"

Then, Fisher emphatically emphasized the missionary’s plan. When he heard that the other party was planning to send a shot to the earth, the sergeant was not in a hurry, but he heard that the unsc spacecraft attracted by Cortana’s distress signal would also be affected. After the gravity well was pulled to the ground, he really couldn't sit still. After all, the earth would still have time to stop it from being attacked. If the spacecraft was cold and the news couldn't be sent back to the earth, they would prepare to rebuild human civilization on Requiem.

   "Thank you for the information, but I have to go!"

"Well, well, but since you are going to find a way to notify the spaceship, naturally you may encounter enemies. I'm not talented, I also run a small arms company, and there are some decent products, or else Take a look, is there anyone who takes advantage of it?" Fisher coughed and signaled that the next man was ready to get a talent.

   "Welcome to Fisher's Mystery Shop!"

  (End of this chapter)