Getting the best from Tarkov

Chapter 239: You've been a slave for several generations, and you're quite proud of it?

After about an hour, the taxi slowly passed through a dense forest and finally stopped in front of a tall, thick iron gate.

Just when Liao Fan was wondering how to get in, he saw Cretia walking out very gracefully from a small door on the side of the iron gate.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Liao, welcome to Lombardi Manor."

Looking at the respectful man in front of him, Liao Fan was a little unsure for a moment whether this man was the same Cretia he had met in Hong Kong before.

Seeing Liao Fan's expression, Cretia smiled and said, "Mr. Liao, let me explain myself again. I am Cretia Lombardi, the current steward of the Lombardi family.

Because my father, my grandfather, and even my great-grandfather had always served the Lombardi family, after my mother gave birth to me, the head of the Lombardi family at the time gave me the surname Lombardi."

Seeing the man in front of him talking about how his ancestors had been stewards of the Lombardi family for generations, with such a proud look on his face, Liao Fan was a little confused.

Is there anything to be proud of when our ancestors have been slaves to others for generations?

Although he had some doubts in his heart, Liao Fan naturally would not comment too much on other people's values.

After simply agreeing with a few words, he walked into the manor under his guidance.

After entering the iron gate, everyone changed into a small mobility scooter of unknown brand, drove along the path through a vast expanse of green wheat fields, and finally stopped in front of a Tuscan-style villa.

Looking at the pastoral scenery in front of him, which has both simplicity and aristocratic elegance, Liao Fan couldn't help but feel emotional.

As expected, as the birthplace of the Renaissance, its beautiful scenery and profound historical heritage are incomparable to those commercial metropolises that have developed in just a few years today.

While Cretia was talking to the guard at the gate of the manor in the distance, Liao Fan looked around inconspicuously.

Although I am still intoxicated by the endless green countryside around me and the rows of neatly trimmed cypress trees dotted along the path.

But Liao Fan began to feel a bad feeling in his heart.

It was too spacious here. Although Fister and the others knew the location, it was extremely difficult for them to sneak in without alerting the manor guards.

Not only that, just from the glance he just took, Liao Fan already felt a truly uncomfortable feeling on the second and third floors of the villa, as well as in the direction of the wheat fields in the distance.

Liao Fan had often encountered this situation before, but generally speaking, after Liao Fan experienced that uncomfortable or even palpitating feeling, a series of bullets would follow.

Subconsciously, Liao Fan took two steps towards the male bodyguard beside him, and used the other's body to block the danger in the wheat field without leaving any trace.

As for the second and third floors of the villa, Liao Fan didn't have any good solution for the time being. Fortunately, the opponent's impact on Liao Fan was much lighter than that on the wheat field.

Just as Liao Fan was concentrating on staring at the two green shutters that he had locked onto, Cretia, who had gone to talk to the bodyguard, came over.

"Come on, Mr. Liao, how about I take you around this manor?

Let me tell you, this manor was bought by a member of the Lombardi family from a down-and-out Italian nobleman in the late stages of World War I.

At that time, the nobleman bet on the wrong person during World War I, and not only did he lose all his money, but he was also accused of treason.

However, perhaps the Lombardi family was lucky. After buying the manor and carefully maintaining and renovating it, they somehow escaped the Allied bombing of Rome during World War II.

The wheat field behind you was almost completely plowed by the bombs dropped from planes, but this villa was completely unharmed in the bombing, with not even a single crack on the wall.

And in the subsequent rounds of bombing, the Allied planes didn't even glance in this direction."

As she spoke, Cretia led Liao Fan through the porch, then the hall, and finally stopped when they reached the reception room. She said, "Mr. Liao, please wait a moment. I'll go call my master down."

After saying that, he turned and walked back the way he came.

Watching Cretia leave, Liao Fan immediately took out his cell phone, intending to send a message about the situation here to Fester who was about to arrive.

The wheat field outside the manor is not mature at all due to seasonal factors. Not only is the color still emerald green, but the height is less than 30 centimeters, which is not even up to an adult's knee. There is no place for people to hide.

But when Liao Fan was about to open the other party's WeChat, he found that there was no signal near the manor.

Damn it, I was too arrogant this time. Fortunately, I didn’t bring those books with me when I came here, otherwise, who knows what these church people can do for their beliefs.

Just as Liao Fan was anxiously trying to find a way to contact Fester outside, the other party had already arrived near the manor in disguise with his men.

Fortunately, this place is remote, so everyone started changing clothes after arriving.

After putting on multifunctional bulletproof vests, helmets and headphones, the 15 people found a tree hole to hide their empty backpacks and began to cross the small woods in front of them.

However, when they reached the edge of the woods and saw the scene behind them, they all felt a little overwhelmed.

Although they had checked the topographic map of this area on the way here and knew that this was a vast wheat field, they also thought that it would be troublesome to sneak in later.

But when I really got there and saw the on-site environment, I found that this was not a problem at all, it was simply completely uncovered.

After much thought, Fister could only take out a mini drone from his chest mount, and then took out a remote control from another pocket.

Turn on the power, connect the drone, and then fly.

This thing was not obtained by Liao Fan from the Tarkov world, and it seems that there is no such thing there.

The drone is actually China's Dajiang drone, which is the kind that appears on the battlefields of Russia and Ukraine and is used as a remote-controlled explosive aircraft using grenades or mortar shells.

However, what Liao Fan had prepared for Fister in advance was the mini version of the Dajiang drone.

As the drone took off, the already faint hum of the propeller quickly disappeared in the sparse wind around it as it rose higher and higher.

When Fister saw the distant scene through the remote control, he had new ideas about this operation.

But before he could click the button to return home, the drone that was flying well suddenly lost connection with the remote control.

Seeing this scene, Fester's pupils suddenly constricted, and he thought to himself, "Oh no, something seems to have happened!"