This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 555: It’s a new year

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The bustling streets were crowded with people watching the fireworks, and long queues formed in front of the stalls made of wooden shelves.

Most of the stalls were set up by shelter residents, and a few were set up by locals who followed suit, hoping to make some "new money" by taking advantage of the excitement of the festival.

"...So our job today is to eat and drink at the celebration?" Looking at the stamp pen in his hand, Payin raised his eyebrows and touched his chin.

Yesterday Chu Guang came to her in a serious manner. She thought it was some particularly annoying task, but she didn't expect it to be so simple.

Look for shelter residents’ stalls on the street to eat and drink for free, and then click on the electronic score sheet of the stall owner VM and that’s it.

What a strange mission.

Shuo underestimated this important task." Seeing the disapproval on Pa Yin's face, Xiao Yu, who was holding a stamp pen, said seriously, "Brother Chu said that this is a very important 'anjia activity." No. The shelter residents have been looking forward to it all year. If they get good reviews, they will be happy all year long."

"Brother Chu also said that there will be some strange food mixed in during the celebration. If you find it, you must press the VM alarm button immediately."

Due to obsessive-compulsive disorder, she finished speaking without even taking a breath, and coughed twice at the end.

"Mistake!? Is it so scary?"

Looking at the frightened Payin, Yu nodded seriously.

"Well! So, you must not take it lightly, especially when you encounter a guy named Mosquito."

Seeing that Xiaoyu didn't look like he was joking, Pa Yin looked around nervously.

Alyssa, who was walking next to the two of them, tilted her head.

"If you want to be happy as long as you get perfect scores... wouldn't it be enough to give them all high scores?"

She thought the shelter residents were very nice people, and she couldn't bear the thought of giving them a bad review.

At this moment, she was wearing a cotton-white windbreaker, a floppy white beret with yellow edges, and a red and black plaid scarf around her neck.

Perhaps because she has experienced too many things, her character seems to be much more mature. Although they are about the same age, when standing next to the two of them, she is obviously more like a sister.

The fish shook his head.

"In that case, it would be unfair to those who are serious about their tasks."

"It shouldn't be underestimated. I didn't expect that this simple task would have such rich connotations!" With all his energy raised, Pa Yin said with bright eyes, "It's decided! Let Pa Yin be this person. !"

Let’s hit a few zeros for fun!

Xiaoyu frowned and said.

"No, we need a fair ruling!"

Otherwise, no one will choose her again.

Alyssa looked at Xiaoyu curiously and asked.

"You guys have been talking about missions... but this is not a celebration?"

Xiaoyu: "Actually, it means the same thing. Brother Chu said that everyone is a master of tasks, so it is wise to treat activities as tasks."

Pa Yin came over curiously and asked.

"What is a Wuda person?"

Xiaoyu shook his head.

"I don't know... maybe it means I will be happy if I complete the task)"

What a diligent person...

Listening to the exchange between the two, Alyssa couldn't help but feel more respect for the residents wearing blue coats.

No matter what happens, rush ahead.

No wonder the people of the Alliance trust them so much.

"We can't live up to their hard work."

"Yeah!" Xiaoyu nodded heartily, "Come on!"

"Let's start with food!" Payin, who was on guard a minute ago, started looking around excitedly as soon as he reached the edge of the snack street.

Looking at the two people jumping in and the streets full of fireworks in front of them, Lisa smiled on her face.

This is a sight that has never been seen in Boulder City.

In the past, let alone smiling faces, she could not even see their eyes.

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Hurrying through, following the rules like a puppet with strings, going from one place to another without knowing where you are going)

Now that everything has started anew, people can think about this issue for themselves, think about how to take the future, what kind of person they want to be, which place or star they want to go to.

On the day of the conversation with the manager, Alyssa suddenly had a realization in her mind. Why did the manager tell her, “That’s not the answer.”

It is normal for everyone in the Workers' Association to feel confused about the future after victory. That in itself is a trophy for the winner.

Only mountains, rivers, birds and animals are immortal.

"...it was great to chat with him."

It would be better if you could go shopping with the manager...

You can tell yourself about this discovery.

As Alyssa thought about it, the brim of her hat hanging with broken snow suddenly became puffy. She blushed and shook her head to get rid of this extravagant thought.

The respected manager, Mr. Ken, is busy doing his homework. If you disturb him at this time, it will trouble him.

‘…Father said, Alyssa is already old and cannot always rely on others. ,

Alyssa clenched her fists and thought silently in her heart.

There will be something delicious later, let him bring some too!

Thinking of this, she quickened her pace and caught up with Xiaoyu and Payin.

The two of them were standing in front of a strange machine, holding cotton wrapped around a log, their eyes shining.

"Oh oh oh! What kind of cotton is that?

"How do you eat this - ah! You are that mosquito!" Xiaoyu screamed in surprise when he recognized the man standing next to the machine at a glance.

Payin, who was standing nearby, immediately became alert and avoided the machine.

Amused by the two people's actions, the God of Death suddenly laughed heartlessly and covered his face as he did not want to be remembered for his death.

"Hahaha, have you already achieved this level of notoriety?" Zhuihun said with a smirk as he poked the mosquito with his elbow.

"Tch! What does it mean to be notorious? I call this--" Mosquito, who rolled his eyes at his apprentice, was looking at the customer. When he saw Pa Yin, his eyes widened instantly, "***?! You Is it that saint--cough! Is it that oil?!"

"What?" Pa Yin crossed his arms and said with a frown, "You are so rude... Hey, did I meet you somewhere?"

The mosquito's face showed a good look.

"That time was a misunderstanding... By the way, I never had the chance to thank you in person. Thank you so much for the aviation fuel! It was a big help!"

This is true both in and out of the game.

Being carried away by the praise, Pa Yin instantly put the little unpleasantness behind him and said proudly.

"You're welcome, it's a trivial matter."

"Hey," Mosquito smiled sheepishly and rubbed his hands and said, "Are there any similar good things, finished products and formulas?"

"Something like that?" Pa Yin glanced at him strangely, "What are you talking about? It's okay to just plant something strange and use it for a while. Are you planning on continuing to build chemically powered aircraft?"

Mosquito said anxiously.

"Isn't it possible? It can be used, right?"

Pa Yin shook his head.

"Well, that kind of thing has been almost eliminated in the prosperous era. Who would take the time to study that thing. Asking me this question is like asking the secret recipe for an improvement of black powder. I can tell you Just add a little bit of sugar."

Ming and Quanjia looked at each other, the latter shrugged helplessly, and the former scratched his head.

Mosquito sighed.

"Well...what you say makes sense."

I think so.

After all, the Era of Prosperity is set, but in an era when FTL engine anti-gravity equipment has been developed, chemical-powered rockets may have been eliminated eight lifetimes ago.

About "Tu OL", he probably knows a little bit about the inside story. The background of the production team of this game is not simple. Although most of the technologies are completely unrealistic, one (this chapter is not over yet!)

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Some "low-based" technologies are supported by theory in reality.

In short, it can be used directly)

The government and the public have speculated a lot about this, and have formed a tacit understanding, but these are beside the point.

Even without so many complicated interest entanglements, he still enjoys this relaxed and joyful MMORPG.

"......I almost forgot about the real thing," Mosquito snatched three marshmallows from Death's hand, diligently stuffed them into the hands of the three, and handed the VM out with a smile, "Three Please give me a positive review, thank you!"

Feng Qing, who was standing nearby, kindly reminded me.

"Points will be deducted if you take the initiative to give positive reviews."

The mosquito was suddenly startled.

"***! I just said it casually, am I so strict?"

Same last time!

He just blurted out something in excitement, and was sent in by a certain hateful tail.

Gui Gui looked away with a subtle expression.

"Because some committees are not good at refusing."

Whether the original taste came out, she actually didn't have much confidence. Those were desserts she had only eaten when she was very young.

However, her worries were unnecessary.

Without waiting for a second, a scream sounded in front of the stall.

"Wow!!! This is delicious! Do you need to spit out the cotton? Wrong? It's not cotton? It melted in your mouth!"

Pa Yin's eyes widened in surprise.

The little fish on the side has already put its face into the marshmallow, and its eyes have completely turned into the color of the marshmallow.

"How... is this made?!" Alyssa tasted the snow-white cotton with a sip of thought.

She looked excitedly at the people behind the stall, but soon seemed to have remembered something, and added in a low voice embarrassedly.

"Would it be inappropriate to ask about the recipe... If it was inconvenient to answer, I didn't ask."

Feng Qing said with a smile.

"Actually, it's not inconvenient. The principle is very simple. Just get a heater and a motor... Even if you don't ask, we plan to teach it to the survivors here in the future."

This is not a difficult technique and is easy to learn.

Alyssa watched excitedly.

“Thank you!

In this way, you can have such a delicious and magical dessert in Boulder City in the future even if you don’t have to wait for the celebration!

Feeling a little embarrassed to be thanked, Feng Qing smiled shyly and said.

"You're welcome, I'm happy to be able to help you all."

With a red face, she opened her eyes and looked at Gui Gui beside her.

"By the way, let's bring some to Orange and the others too."

"So young!

Gui Gui smiled and grabbed a small cart, moved an unused cotton candy machine and put it on it, and shouted at the mosquito.

“Boss Mosquito, lend it to us!

Because the principle is very simple and the process is not complicated, they not only made a cotton candy machine, but also made some preparations to sell to the locals.

Mosquito laughed, waved his hand, and said generously.

“Take it and use it! It’s up to you to open the B-side market!”

In fact, before Alyssa, many NPCs had come to him curiously to learn where to buy the cotton candy machine. It seems it’s not just the marshmallows that are selling out tonight.

The "technology" of Goblin Technology will also be sold!

……

Eating at the other end of the street.

A handsome man with a thick scarf hanging around his neck was holding the little hand of a green-haired girl.

He stopped in front of a stall selling sundries, reached out and picked up a palm-sized display screen, and said casually.

"Boss, where did you get this?"

Seeing that someone finally took a fancy to the gadget that the man was interested in, the stall owner hid the secret joy between his brows and said cheerfully.

"Ah, this, I picked it up near the inner city. It is probably the collection of an old noble. If you like it... I will sell it to you for 10 silver coins.

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"You're laughing. You can sell it for 10 silver coins even if it's useless? I think 10 chips are about the same."

Fang Chang smiled and was about to put the things in his hands back.

When the stall owner saw this, he immediately panicked and quickly changed his mind.

"5 silver coins! How about 5 silver coins?"

Fang Chang shook his head and gestured with his index finger.

"1 silver coin, if it doesn't work, forget it, I still think it will be in the way of holding it in my hand."

"...Okay, I'll pay for it!" The stall owner nodded with a bitter look on his face, but hid his joy under his forehead.

This was originally picked up by him.

Not to mention one silver coin, he earned half a silver coin!

Without revealing the joy behind the expression, Fang Chang smiled and left 1 silver coin on the stall, gently pulled Dolly's little hand, and led her forward.

Dolly, who was walking next to him, came to his hand and took a look curiously.

"What is this...eh? It looks like the one you have!"

Fang Chang said jokingly.

"After all, it is one person."

"A family?"

"Well, farewell, father and son," Fang Chang gently tossed the palm-sized trading instrument and smiled calmly, "This is my son."

The electricity in the battery has been used up, and the numbers and lines cannot be seen on the screen, otherwise it should be very exciting.

Speaking of which, he thought that the Basic Cultivator would come to the northern suburbs to look for him, so he stayed in Shuguang for so long, but he didn't expect that coward to run away.

Just run away, he won't feel sorry for that idiot.

Everything is self-inflicted.

Dolly glanced at Fang Chang and asked in a low voice.

"Did you finally press that button?"

"No," Fang Chang said in a relaxed tone after putting the trading device in his pocket, "You said you wouldn't press it, so I pressed it. Anyway, the result is no different."

He has taken away what he wanted from here, and what is left is just idle numbers)

Besides, the chip itself collapsed in the end, and the S coins linked to the chip naturally lost their meaning. It made no difference whether there was a final step or not.

"It's really unexpected to say it... I didn't expect that Boulder City would become so lively one day." Looking at the bustling streets in the distance, Dolly said with some emotion.

Fang Chang smiled and said.

"Have you got any inspiration for tomorrow's headlines?"

"Yes!" Dolly nodded, her eyes suddenly brightened, she looked at him and continued, "Do you think someone will see the fireworks over Shicheng and come all the way to join us?"

This was what came to her suddenly.

In addition to those well-known survivor settlements, there are actually quite a few survivor areas hidden in the wasteland.

There are even many in Qing City!

Fang Changzhang touched it.

“It’s hard to say, but in fact many survivors in the alliance came from this.”

I remember that when the Frostspear Tribe first arrived, they saw the smoke lingering in the northern suburbs and led the tribe over with the idea of ​​giving it a try.

Different from ideals buried in the heart, prosperity is something that can be seen with the eyes.

When fireworks are reflected in people's eyes, people who yearn for light will naturally walk there under the light.

This is true for the Wastelanders, including Frostspear, and the same is true for the workers in Stone City.

In the future, more survivors who are fed up with the wasteland will unite under a common banner.

That is a greater weapon than guns.

And it can do things that guns and cannons cannot do...

At this moment, Fang Chang did not know that, just as he said, under the same night sky, no one was looking at the flames burning in the sky in the dark.

In the eastern suburbs of Qingquan City, more than a dozen ox carts were parked beside the road outside the city. Several caravan guards gathered together and lit cigarettes with firewood.

"How can we spend the winter outside this year? The wave is ahead of schedule."

"Something happened in Boulder City and I can't go there."

"What's the situation?"

"The sky has changed."

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The guard glanced at the group of "cargoes" next to the bullock cart, and turned away in disgust, "I would have gone if I didn't bring these guys with me."

In the past, the Alliance did not interfere with the slave trade. It only prohibited the abuse of slaves or killings on the Alliance's territory. Sometimes, it would pay to buy slaves crossing the border.

But since they defeated the legion, the group of blue gophers suddenly stopped acting and began to imitate the settlements in Yunjian Province that prohibited all transactions involving human beings.

As a result, they now dare not approach the border of the United States, and they have to work separately to purchase supplies.

"These **** rats..." One of the guards cursed, threw the cigarette **** into the snow, and stamped it out with all his strength.

The other guard also cursed.

"Hope they don't spring!"

The slaves who huddled next to the two-headed cow for warmth heard the curses of the guards and exchanged words in whispers.

"Where will we be taken?"

"I heard from my boss that I will go north."

"I remember it was called Bu Mo..."

The young man sitting in the corner suddenly said something.

"Free State?"

When they heard what happened, everyone looked at the young man)

They recognized this guy. Although he looked gray and gray, he was actually fair and fair. He was completely different from the dark and thin guys like us. He should be able to sell it more expensively.

About two weeks ago, not long after they entered the River Valley Province, they found this half-dead guy in the wild.

Then, he was caught by the gun guards, his luggage was robbed, and he was shackled and kept company with them.

Thinking that he might know something, a boy with long hair asked curiously.

"Have you been there?"

Another child who looked young also chimed in.

"I heard it's a nice place."

Hearing their discussion, Ji Xiu curled up the cracked corner of his mouth.

"Maybe."

After experiencing those things, he was no longer willing to believe what he heard.

A skinny young man approached him.

"Hey, you seem to know a lot of stuff."

Ji Xiu smiled mockingly.

"You are not very discerning, what you see in front of you is just trash."

The young man was stunned for a moment.

He had seen people with bad mouths before, but this was the first time he had seen people with bad mouths.

This guy is indeed extraordinary.

"Then...do you know about the alliance?"

"The Alliance..." Ji Xiu's eyes were a little complicated, and he muttered, "That might be a good place for you."

The curly-haired boy lowered his head and complained.

"Come on, they are really so good, why don't they come to save us?"

Ji Xiu said casually.

"They only save themselves and those who can be saved."

The other boy couldn't help but asked in a low voice.

"What does it mean to be saved?"

"At least save yourself."

How ironic.

In the end, I became the person who understood those guys best.

Ji Xiu smiled mockingly.

But it doesn’t matter.

He is already dead anyway...

Let it go wherever it goes.

Most of the slaves looked at each other, unable to understand his riddle, and turned around to continue chatting about their purpose, the place called the Free State.

Some people say that they actually went to the swamp in the north.

Although there is no point in discussing this thing, they can't decide where they will be sold, but they are idle anyway.

Only the skinny young man squatting next to Ji Xiu, looking at the smoke in the distance with clear eyes, muttering to himself.

"Those who are saved...those who save themselves."

He learned more about the alliance.

It's not because of how beautiful it is in the legend, nor because of the beautiful fireworks there, but simply because the faces of those vicious guards changed when they mentioned the alliance.

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Like a mouse to a cat.

He also wants to get that kind of power!

The power feared by the wasteland!

In the corner where everyone noticed, a seed has been quietly planted...

No one knows what it will look like.

……

The New Year’s Eve celebrations are still going on, and the festive atmosphere is not only permeating the streets, but also spilling over into the shops along the streets.

In the Pirate's Cove Tavern on the edge of Boulder City, firewood crackled in the fireplace, and the small room was crowded with noisy guests.

Since that incident, this tavern has been undergoing renovations.

However, starting from tonight’s New Year’s Eve, the Boulder City authorities have ended the curfew and the pub has been able to reopen.

Some of the customers sitting here drinking are mercenaries, some are workers from the settlement, and some are citizens.

Since last week, the industrial products from Boulder City have entered Luoxia Province through the trade hub of Luoye City, and the food from Luoxia Province has also flowed here through there.

The logistics cycle begins again, and watered-down inferior beer becomes a thing of the past.

A kilogram of corn costs less than one silver coin, while a beer only costs one silver coin, and a large cup only costs two silver coins.

According to the alliance’s latest minimum wage of 2 silver coins per hour, even the cheapest construction job can earn two beers an hour.

Not to mention those mercenaries. Compared with hard work, the reward usually has to add one to two zeros.

“This place hasn’t been this lively in a long time.

"Yes."

Several cement factory workers sat together, drinking beer and grilling skewers while looking at the flashing fireworks outside the window and chatting.

"...That apartment building is awesome! Don't be afraid of your jokes, I have never been able to live in a house with a staircase one day!"

“It’s much more convenient to take a bath!”

At this time, someone drank too much and stood up and shouted.

"Praise the managers! Praise the couplet! Give us undiluted beer! And a room that does not leak air!"

There was laughter and laughter all around.

"Hahaha!"

"Your wish is too humble, let the alliance help you find a wife!"

"Don't worry about that. I heard that the managers themselves don't seem to have it."

"Hey, I really hope he can have more children."

"It's a pity that Lovett doesn't have a daughter. We can actually fight for it to bring Boulder City and the Alliance closer...in the sense of blood."

Although the Workers' Association always says that ideals are a stronger bond than blood, it still cannot hold back people's simple wishes and enthusiasm.

The prominent men in the city are no longer here.

The gangs outside the city were wiped out.

The mercenaries who show off their ferocity and fight have also turned around with their tail between their legs.

The alliance's military strength is extremely strong.

They can light up the entire night sky with fireworks, no one will doubt that they can also attack the surging waves with a shower of shells.

At this time, a hooded man opened the door and walked into the bar.

The bartender standing behind the bar took a look and said in a normal tone.

"Would you like some?"

The man took off his hood and saw the bartender standing behind the bar with a surprised expression on his face.

"You guys are still alive?"

The wine said with a smile.

"Is there any reason why I must die?"

The man squinted his eyes and stared at the bartender for a while.

Of course this person is not a bartender, but the owner of the Pirate Bay Tavern, White Shark.

This person likes to stand in front of the bar and wash glasses when he has nothing to do, so he is always regarded as a bartender. However, anyone who is familiar with this guy knows that this guy doesn't know how to mix drinks at all, and even removing poison can be regarded as wine.

The sale of alcoholic drinks is only one of the sources of income for this pub, and the bulk of the sales is actually another intermediary business)

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. Some businessmen who need to hire bodyguards will also use reliable middlemen to introduce reliable people.

And this guy named White Shark is probably the most reliable middleman in this settlement. Usually, if people need help from him, they will ask him for a glass of honey water.

Seeing that the man had not taken his order, the bartender put a glass of warm water in front of him.

The man didn’t drink, he was talking to himself.

"The boss of the Poison Gang and his hands are dead."

The shark said in a normal tone.

"Come on, I heard he died miserably."

"I don't seem to be surprised at all. That's your big customer... Oh, I understand," the man's face showed a sudden expression, looking at him with a half-smile, "You guy, you did it. It turns out that I have been working as a dog for a long time."

If the alliance wants to get rid of the gangs outside the giant wall in the shortest time, it is undoubtedly an easy way to start with the business that these middlemen have contacted.

Did not deny what the person in front of him said, Bai Shark said with a calm smile.

"Not everyone is qualified to be a dog in the Alliance. It is my honor to serve a real big shot... Also, if you don't want to be kicked out, it's best to change your title to a more polite one."

For example, informants.

This is the name given to him by the Guards, and he prefers this name.

"Don't be like this, man," the man smiled and waved his hands, as if begging for mercy, "So? What should I call you?"

White Shark said in a casual tone.

"As long as it's the same as before, my job hasn't changed much anyway, I'm just a bar owner."

The man narrowed his eyes.

"What if I don't want to drink today and want to contact some reliable mercenaries?"

"Then you've found the right person."

Stop wiping the wine glass, Baisha put the wine glass and it aside, looked at the man in front of the bar and continued.

"Tell me, what kind of job is it?"

The man spoke slowly.

"Something happened to the students in the south. I need some guys who can fight. There must be at least ten people with enough firepower.

White Shark raised his eyebrows)

"Predator?"

"No..." the man shook his head and said with a gloomy expression, "A job as simple as being a predator has something to do with mutants."

"Really? The ordinary mercenary group probably can't meet your needs." Bai Shark touched his chin. After asking for a moment, he took out a tablet from under the bar and handed it to him. "Please fill in your needs. ”

Taking the tablet, the man was slightly stunned.

"This is?"

White Shark introduced simply.

"Bing Guild Terminal."

Seeing that the man's face was even more confused, he continued.

"You may not know this when you first come here. Some time ago, the Alliance set up a pilot mercenary guild in Boulder City. Now mercenaries in Boulder City need to register and prepare before they can take jobs."

Because the bars you join will be marked on the map provided by the mercenary guild, most of the bars for mercenary groups have become the "offline network" of the mercenary guild.

The man's brow twitched.

"You even have an organization?"

"Yes, and it is mandatory," Bai Shark shrugged. "The guild is responsible for assessing mercenary levels and assessing mission success rates. It is said that it is necessary to match the difficulty of the mission with the qualifications... for grade mercenaries. If you publish high-difficulty tasks, you will bear joint liability."

The man said in surprise.

"This sounds a bit like the mercenary guild in the Bugra Free State in the north."

White Shark shrugged.

"It's not complete. For example, commission. In addition to the commission paid to the mercenary guild, there is an additional barrier paid by the employer."

The man asked with a frown.

"What is that?"

White Shark said casually.

"It's equivalent to insurance, but it's not quite like the ridiculous things that Jushi Bank did in the past. For example, someone will help you replace your prosthetic body when you become disabled, and you will be given a pension when you reach retirement age. In Bu I remember that Gra is a value-added service and needs to be purchased by yourself (this chapter is not finished yet!)

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, but it is mandatory here. ”

The man curled his lips.

"Hey, how about using money to tie up those people?"

White Shark chuckled.

"That's right, the old pension is linked to the mercenary level, so if you don't want your pension to go to waste, it's best not to do some unprepared dirty work. Deduction of points is a trivial matter, but revoking the qualification is a big deal."

This is indeed a clever idea.

The soldier's disobedience to discipline was largely due to his lack of scruples.

Most of them have no concept of saving and live a life of drinking now and getting drunk the next. After all, they might die tomorrow because of a small mistake.

It is difficult to expect a person who has no intention of living beyond the age of 35 to think about things many years from now.

Now, through the mercenary guild, the alliance forces them to save for their future life, and at the same time uses this money as a constraint to control them.

If a mercenary accepts jobs normally, he will most likely receive jobs within his capabilities, and his current and future lives will be guaranteed.

And if you are caught doing illegal work that is not prepared and violates the laws of the alliance, you will not only be punished by law enforcement agencies, but also by the mercenary guild.

If the professional qualifications - that is, the mercenary level is lowered, not only will you not be able to get jobs, but your future living security standards will also be affected)

On the one hand, the preparation of the entrustment content by the Military Association can also play a role in contracting between the employer and the employee, reducing the cost of trust between the two, and preventing the possible negative consequences that the entrustment itself may have on society. harm.

Although they are both called mercenary guilds, the original intention and nature of the alliance's establishment of the mercenary guild are completely different from those of the Bugla Free State.

The latter is "labor outsourcing" for the benefit of the company, while the alliance's approach proposes a compromise solution to current social problems.

This is good for everyone.

"... It's not realistic to let a group of desperadoes change careers on the same spot. There are too many places that need him in the wasteland. They don't know how to do other jobs, and they can't adapt to working step by step. But it's not possible to just leave it alone. , there are a lot of these guys in Boulder City. The alliance made a compromise. Private armed forces are necessary to exist in the wasteland, but they must be supervised."

The man frowned and said.

"But if we prepare, wouldn't it mean that many commissions cannot be done?"

For example, some murder commissions.

"Haha, if you want to find someone to do dirty work, you can do it. I'm afraid I can't help you here... People in the alliance are watching me very closely. I don't want to spend money on my life. You You don’t want to hit the muzzle yourself, do you?”

The man said nothing, Bai Shark smiled faintly, and continued in a soft voice.

"But if it's a clean job, like searching for traces, running errands and delivering goods, exterminating looters, etc... I can even hire more professional experts."

The man raised his eyebrows.

"More professional?"

White Shark nodded slightly.

"Yes, many residents of the shelter have also registered as mercenaries, and many of them are veterans who have returned from Luoxia Province. Whether it is equipment or experience, they are much better than those stragglers. If you want to solve A group of mutants, there is no more suitable candidate than us."

Hearing these words, the man held his breath.

A veteran from Luoxia Province!

If he could hire some blue coats from the League, his hometown might really be saved!

"How should I invite people?"

A cheerful smile appeared on Bai Shark's face, and he tapped the tablet in his hand with his index finger.

"I've already told you the method. Register and make preparations honestly, then pay the deposit and pay part of the remuneration in advance."

"Within 24 hours, someone will make arrangements for you."

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