48 Hours a Day

"We've found her!" A voice came from behind the man wearing sunglasses, "But there's something not quite right about the situation, it seems like a battle just happened not far from where we found her."

The man wearing sunglasses lowered the binoculars in his hands and looked just as composed, "They're making a move."

"They?"

"Those gods, they also don't want that thing coming out of that city under the ice as much as we do."

"So...we've got allies here? Since those gods are willing to do it, does that mean we don't have to do it again tonight, and Simon is definitely on the ropes?"

The nearby crowd of players looked shocked when they heard this, and then a flash of joy flashed through their eyes.

They had already lost quite a few men tonight to deal with Zhang Heng, and in the end, he had escaped, it was hard to set a trap, yet the bait was lost again before it could take effect, although they still had the advantage in strength, their morale had dropped a lot compared to when they first entered the mountain.

No one knew how many more had to die before Simon could be taken out next, and if someone was willing to step in and take care of the trouble, there was no reason why they wouldn't raise their hands in approval.

But the man wearing the sunglasses didn't look as happy as the rest of the chase team, instead he looked a little worried.

"What's wrong?" The man who had been with him holding the Unicorn asked.

"I don't know," the man with the sunglasses paused, then explained, "that fight before lasted a bit too long, and I just saw a man on a wagon galloping through the air with five other men in it, and they left in a hurry, it wasn't like it was just A big win like that."

"But they still won, and since they were able to win the first game, they were able to win the second."

"Maybe." The man wearing sunglasses took back the binoculars in his hands, which was why he looked at the little girl who had been brought back by the team, the two had just stayed together not long ago, but the man wearing sunglasses knew what had happened then, and when he came back to his senses, the little girl had mysteriously disappeared.

The man wearing sunglasses originally did not hold too much hope, just sent two small team chatting personnel, the results of one of the cave to search the direction of the small team actually did bring back the little girl.

Only now the man wearing the sunglasses also a bit unsure of what to do with this little girl, because the gods have already made their move, it is reasonable to say that there is nothing for them to do next.

"Let's take it down to watch first." The man in the sunglasses hesitated, "Have logistics put out the remaining drones."

"Okay."

Although the man wearing the sunglasses did not deliberately advertise it, soon everyone in the camp was aware of the news that the gods had already made their move, in fact, the suddenly dark night sky before and the movement from the battle that followed was simply impossible to hide, so at that time the crowd of players in the valley had already had their suspicions, only to have them confirmed again now.

So the crowd's previously tense spirit also gradually relaxed, and even began to gather together to joke around, celebrating the completion of the operation in advance, while a group of players from the second front found the man wearing sunglasses again.

"Do you guys want to keep blowing up the ice in the waterhole?" The male in the sunglasses frowned.

"That's right, although Simon is gone, Seahorse's corpse is still in there, he was a member of our guild after all, we already failed him once while he was alive, we don't want to fail him again after he's dead, at least bring his corpse back." The representative of the second front said, "Anyway, the previous ice hole has already been dug and the explosives bought in, so we just need to add the fuse and it will be detonated."

The man in sunglasses couldn't find any reason to argue, and the death of the seahorse was technically the responsibility of everyone present, especially him as the commander, although he didn't take a position at the time, but there was the fact that not saying a word was itself equivalent to giving up on the seahorse, given the situation.

Thus the man in the sunglasses nodded, and the group of players from the second front thanked him at the sight of him, and then set to work preparing for the explosion.

Five minutes later, a loud bang was heard from beneath the waterhole, the thick ice was blown apart, and the players of the second front worked together, using cranes, ropes and hooks to hook up a piece of ice weighing about three hundred kilograms from beneath the waterhole.

Seahorse was struggling desperately in the near-cylindrical-shaped block of ice, and it was clear that he was desperate to get back to the surface, but in the end, he was frozen in the block of ice, along with some golden shards that were hard to believe had come from the famous trident.

A player in the second front who was quite close to Seahorse lowered his head unbearably at the sight, then gripped his rifle and abruptly turned to walk towards a tent.

But he didn't take two steps before he was stopped by the previous leader, "Where are you going?"

"Go to the person who is most responsible for this."

"And then what?"

"And then make him pay for it!" The player who was on good terms with Seahorse was indignant.

"I know you're in a bad mood right now, but are you going to kill that kid in front of the other guilds? Do you think the guy in the sunglasses is going to watch this happen right under his nose and do nothing about it, do you think those other small guilds will allow you to do it for their own safety? Not to mention, have you ever thought about the impact it would have on our guild if you did it now?"

"So is it just a matter of forgetting about it?!"

"Of course not," the leader of the second front looked to the left and right, but admitted that their earlier brawl hadn't attracted the attention of other nearby guild players, before waving to another person and lowering his voice, "Do you think I don't want that guy to pay, but everything has to be strategic, we'll wait until the team is disbanded after this operation and then do it quietly, after which we'll fake a robbery of the props, so that no one who gets in our way will stop us and the guild's reputation won't be affected..."

He hadn't finished his sentence when he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder, and when he looked up, he saw that the person who tapped him on the shoulder was half-tilting his head, looking very nervous, and had already lifted the gun in his hand, while his finger was on the trigger.

The leader followed his gaze, and as a result, he saw a somewhat familiar figure on the cliff above the waterfall.

--Simon!