Chapter 556 It’s Another New Year (1/2)

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 many were set up by locals who followed suit, hoping to make some "new money" while taking advantage of the excitement of the festival.

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

Yesterday, Chu Guang came to her in a serious manner. She thought it was some particularly troublesome 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, then poke the electronic score sheet of the stall owner VM and that's it.

What a strange mission.

"Don't underestimate this important task," Xiaoyu, who was holding a stamp pen, said seriously after seeing the disapproval on Pai's face, "Brother Chu said that this is a very important 'wanjia activity', and there are many The residents of the shelter have been looking forward to it all year long. If they get perfect reviews, they will be happy all year long.”

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

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

"Eh!? Is it so scary?"

Looking at the frightened Pai, Xiaoyu nodded seriously.

"Yeah! So, don't take it lightly, especially when you encounter a guy named Mosquito."

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

Alyssa, who was walking next to the two people, 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 on her head, and a red and black plaid scarf around her neck.

Perhaps because she has experienced so many things, her temperament looks 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.

Xiaoyu shook his head.

"That would be unfair to those who are serious about their mission."

"It shouldn't be underestimated. I didn't expect this simple task to have such rich connotations!" Pai said with dazzling energy, "It's decided! Let Pai be the bad guy!"

Let’s score a few zeros first to add to the fun!

Xiaoyu frowned and said.

"No, we need a fair ruling!"

Otherwise there won’t be anyone picking her next year.

Alyssa asked looking at Xiaoyu curiously.

"You have been talking about missions just now...but isn't this a celebration?"

Xiaoyu: "Actually, it means the same thing. Brother Chu said that everyone is a task master, and it is common sense to treat activities as tasks."

Pai came over curiously and asked.

"What is a mission master?"

Xiaoyu shook his head.

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

What a hard-working 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 residents of the Alliance trust them so much.

"We can't live up to their efforts."

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

"Let's start with sweets first!" Pai, 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, Alyssa couldn't help but smile.

This was a sight the Rock had never seen before.

In the past, let alone smiling faces, she couldn't even see their eyes.

People walked by in a hurry with their heads lowered, following the rules like puppets holding strings, going from one place to another without knowing where they were going.

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

Thinking of the conversation with the manager yesterday, Alyssa suddenly had a flash of understanding in her mind, why the manager told 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 the spoils of victory.

Only mountains, rivers, birds and animals will not be confused.

“…It was great to talk to him.”

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

You can tell him this discovery yourself.

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

The respected manager must be busy doing behind-the-scenes work, and disturbing him at this time will definitely trouble him.

‘...Father said, Alyssa is already an adult and can’t always think of relying on others. ’

Alyssa clenched her fists and thought silently in her heart.

There will be some delicious food soon, bring him some too!

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

The two of them were standing in front of a strange machine, looking at the cotton wrapped around a wooden skewer, 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.

Pai, who was standing nearby, immediately became alert and ducked away from the machine.

Amused by the two people's actions, the God of Suicide and the God of Suicide suddenly laughed heartlessly, covering their faces as they didn't want to be remembered together.

"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'm called -" Mosquito, who rolled his eyes at his disciple, was looking at the customer. When he saw Pai, his eyes widened instantly, "What the hell?! Are you that one?" Holy—cough! Is that the oil?"

"What?" Pai crossed his arms and said with a frown, "You are so rude... Hey, have I seen you somewhere?"

A fawning smile appeared on Mosquito's face.

"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 so carried away by the praise, Pai instantly put the little unpleasantness behind him and said proudly.

"You're welcome, you're welcome, it's a piece of cake."

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

"Similar?" Pai glanced at him strangely, "What are you talking about? You can just use that weird thing for a while. You don't plan to continue to build chemically powered aircraft, do you?"

Mosquito said anxiously.

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

Pai shook his head.

"Give up. 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 for a secret recipe for improving black powder. I can't tell you anything. Just add a little bit of sugar.”

Suicide and Guanjia looked at each other, the latter shrugged helplessly, and the former scratched his head.

Mosquito sighed.

"That's right...what you said makes sense."

Think about it too.

After all, the Era of Prosperity is set, but in an era where FTL engines and anti-gravity devices have been developed, chemical-powered rockets may have been eliminated eight lifetimes ago.

He probably knows a little bit about "Wasteland OL". The background of the production team of this game is not simple. Although most of the technologies are completely abstract, some "low-basic" technologies have theoretical support in reality.

In other words, it can be used directly.

The government and the private sector have gained a lot from this, and have even 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.

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

Feng Qing, who was standing nearby, gave a kind reminder.

“If you take the initiative to ask for positive reviews, you will be deducted points.”

Mosquito was suddenly startled.

"Damn it! 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 judges are not very good at rejecting."

She actually didn't have much confidence in whether she could restore the taste. Those were desserts she had only eaten when she was very young.

However, her worries were obviously unnecessary.

Not waiting for two seconds, a scream sounded in front of the stall.

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

Pai's eyes widened in surprise.

The little fish on the side has buried his face in the marshmallow, and his eyes have completely turned into the color of the marshmallow.

"How... is this made?!" Alyssa tasted the snow-white cotton with a sip of disbelief in her eyes.

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's not convenient for you to answer, just pretend 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 the survivors here later."

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

Alyssa looked at her excitedly.

"Thanks!"

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 very happy to be able to help you all."

Blushing, she looked away and looked at Gui Gui beside her.

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

"okay!"

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

"Boss Mosquito, lend it to us!"

Because the principle is very simple and the process is not very troublesome, 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 find out where he bought the cotton candy machine.

It seems it’s not just the marshmallows that are selling out tonight.

Goblin Technology’s “black technology” will also be sold out!

…

At the other end of the snack 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 asked casually.

"Boss, where did you get this?"

Seeing that someone finally took a fancy to the gadget that no one cared about, the stall owner hid the secret joy between his brows and said cheerfully.

"Ah, this, I found it near the inner city. It probably belongs to an old nobleman's collection. If you like it... I'll sell it to you for 10 silver coins."

"Are you kidding? This piece of junk can be sold for 10 silver coins? 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 words.

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

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

"One silver coin, if it doesn't work, forget it. I still think it's 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 buried forehead.

This was originally what he picked up.

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

Without revealing the secret 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...huh? It looks like the one you have!"

Fang Chang said jokingly.

"They are family after all."

"family?"

"Well, the difference between a father and a son," Fang Chang gently tossed the palm-sized trading device in his hand and smiled lightly, "This is the son."

The battery is drained and the numbers and lines are no longer visible on the screen, which would otherwise be exciting.

Speaking of which, he originally thought that the Basic Cultivator would come to the northern suburbs to look for him, so he stayed in Dawn City for so long. Unexpectedly, the coward ran away.

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

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 didn't press it. Anyway, the result is no different."

He has taken away what he wants from here, and the rest is just idle numbers.

Moreover, in the end, the chips themselves have collapsed, and the S coins linked to the chips have naturally lost their meaning. It makes no difference whether there is a final step or not.

"But it's really unexpected...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 ideas for tomorrow’s headlines?”

"Yeah!" Dolly nodded, her eyes suddenly lit up, she looked at him and continued, "Do you think someone might see the fireworks over Boulder City and come all the way to join us?"

This suddenly occurred to her.

In addition to the well-known survivor settlements, there are actually many large and small survivor communities hidden in the wasteland.

There are even many in Qingquan City!

Fang Chang smiled and touched her head.

"It's hard to say, but in fact, many survivors in the alliance came here this way."

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

Unlike 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 the light will naturally move there under the guidance of the light.

This is true for the wastelanders, including the Frostspear tribe, 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 the common flag in their hands.

That is a greater weapon than guns.

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

Fang Chang didn't know at this moment that, just as he said, under the same night sky, many people were looking at the flames burning in the sky in the darkness.

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

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

"There's something wrong with Boulder City, and we can't go there."

"Situation? What situation?"

"The sky has changed."

The somewhat mature guard glanced at the group of "cargoes" next to the bullock cart and curled his lips in disgust, "I can still go if I don'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 who were crossing the border.

But since they defeated the Legion, the group of blue gophers suddenly stopped acting and began to follow the example of the settlements in Yunjian Province that banned all human transactions.

As a result, they now don't dare to go near the alliance's border, and they have to work separately to purchase supplies.

"These damn blue gophers..." One of the guards cursed, threw the cigarette butt into the snow, and stamped it out with all his strength.

The other guard also cursed.

“Hope they don’t survive the spring!”

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

"Where will we be taken?"

"I heard from the boss that he will go north."

"I remember it was called Bush..."

The young guy sitting in the corner suddenly interrupted.

"Free State?"

Hearing the unfamiliar voice, 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 them. 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 wilderness.

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

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

"you've been to?"

Another child who looked younger also chimed in.

"I heard it's a nice place."

Hearing their discussion, Ji Xiu curled up his chapped lips.

"Maybe."

After what he had experienced, he was no longer willing to believe what he heard from hearsay.

A skinny young man came next to him.

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

Jixiu smiled to himself.

"You don't have good vision. What you see in front of you is just trash."

The young man was stunned for a moment.

He had seen people with bad mouth, but this was the first time he saw someone with bad mouth.

This guy is really extraordinary.

"Then 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 muttered a complaint.

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

Ji Xiu said casually.

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

Another boy couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"What does it mean to be saved?"

"At least save yourself."

What an irony.

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

Jixiu smiled to himself.

But it doesn’t matter.

He is already dead anyway...

Let it float wherever it goes.

Most of the slaves were looking at each other, not understanding his riddle, and turned around to continue chatting about their destination, a 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 stared at the fireworks in the distance and muttered to himself.

“He who is saved…he who saves himself.”

He wanted to know more about the alliance.

It's not because of how beautiful it is in the legend, or because the fireworks there are so beautiful, it's simply because the expressions of those ferocious guards changed when they mentioned the alliance.

It's like a mouse meets a cat.

He wants to get that power too!

The power feared by the hyenas in the wasteland!

In the corner where no one 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 filling the streets, but also spilling over into the shops along the streets.

At the Pirate's Cove Tavern on the edge of Boulder City, firewood crackled in the fireplace, and the not-so-spacious room was packed with noisy guests.

Since that incident, the tavern has been closed for renovation.

However, starting tonight on New Year's Eve, Boulder 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.

As the logistics cycle begins anew, watered-down, inferior beer becomes a thing of the past.

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

According to the league's latest minimum wage standard of 2 silver coins per hour, even the cheapest job in the construction team can be exchanged for two glasses of beer per hour.

Not to mention those mercenaries. Compared with the physical work, the remuneration for hard work usually has to add one or two zeros.

"It hasn't been this lively here 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 never thought that one day I would be able to live in a house with stairs!"

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

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

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

There was a burst of laughter and laughter all around.

"Hahaha!"

"Your wish is too humble. Let the Alliance help you find another 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 babies."

"It's a pity that Lovett doesn't have a daughter. Otherwise, we can actually fight for it to make Boulder City and the alliance more closely integrated...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 old men in the city with their nostrils turned upward are gone.

The gangs outside the city were wiped out.

The fierce and fierce mercenaries have also turned their tails between their legs.

The alliance's military strength is extremely strong.

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

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

The bartender standing behind the bar glanced at him and said in a normal tone.

"What do you want?"

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 bartender smiled slightly and said.

"Is there any reason why I must die?"

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

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

This person likes to stand in front of the bar and wash glasses, so he is always mistaken for the bartender. However, people who are familiar with this guy know that this guy can't make drinks at all, unless poison can also be counted as alcohol.

The sale of alcoholic drinks is only one of the sources of income for this tavern, and the larger sales are actually another intermediary business.

The nobles in the inner city need manpower for inconvenient tasks, and it is difficult to come into contact with vulgar mercenaries and gang members in person, so they need middlemen. Some businessmen who need to hire bodyguards will also find reliable middlemen to introduce reliable people.

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

Seeing that the man hadn't taken his order, the bartender put a glass of warm water in front of him.

The man didn't drink, he just said to himself.

"The boss and second-in-command of the Poison Gang are dead."

White Shark said in a normal tone.

"At the city gate, I heard that he died quite miserably."

"You don't seem to be surprised at all. That's your big customer... Oh, I understand." The man's face showed a sudden expression, and he looked at him with a half-smile. "You guy, it took you a long time to do this... Become a dog for the alliance.”

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

Without denying the statement of the man in front of him, Bai Shark smiled lightly and said.

"Not everyone is qualified to be a dog for the alliance. It is an honor for me to serve a real big shot... Also, if you don't want to be kicked out, you'd better change your name to a more polite one."

Such as informants.

This is what the Guards call him, and he prefers it.

"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, but want to contact some reliable mercenaries?"

"Then you've found the right person."

Stopping wiping the wine glass, Baisha put the wine glass and rag 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 business in the south. I need some guys who can fight. There must be at least ten people with enough firepower."

Bai Shark raised his eyebrows.

"Predator?"

"No..." the man shook his head and said with a gloomy expression, "It's not a simple job like being a predator, it has something to do with mutants."

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

After taking the tablet, the man was slightly stunned.

"This is?"

Baisha said briefly.

"The terminal of the Mercenary Guild."

Seeing the man's face become 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 before they can take jobs."

Because the joined bars will be marked on the map provided by the mercenary guild, most of the bars catering to the mercenary group have become "offline outlets" of the mercenary guild.

The man's brow twitched.

"You even have an organization?"

"Yes, and it's mandatory," Bai Shark shrugged. "The guild is responsible for assessing mercenary levels and assessing mission success rates. They say they need to match the difficulty of the mission with the qualifications... for low-level mercenaries. You will be jointly and severally liable for issuing difficult tasks.”

the man said in surprise.

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

White Shark shrugged.

"It's not exactly like, for example, commission. In addition to the commission paid to the mercenary guild, there is an additional guarantee 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 confusing stuff that Jushi Bank used to do. 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. I remember it in Bugra. Value-added services need to be purchased by yourself, but it is mandatory here.”

The man curled his lips.

"Oh, are you going to tie those people up with money?"

White Shark chuckled.

"That's right, the 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 unregistered dirty work. Deduction of points is a small matter, but being revoked is a big deal."

This is indeed a clever idea.

The reason why those mercenaries were disobedient to discipline was largely because they had no scruples.

Most of them have no concept of saving and live a life of being drunk now. 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 life will be guaranteed.

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

If the qualifications - that is, the level of mercenaries - are lowered, not only will they not be able to get jobs, but their future living standards will also be affected.

On the other hand, the mercenary guild's registration of the commissioned content can also constrain both the employer and the employee, reduce the cost of trust between the two, and prevent the harm that the commission itself may cause to society.

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 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 existing social problems.

It's good for everyone.

"...It's not realistic to let a group of desperadoes change their careers on the same spot. There are too many places that need them in the wasteland. They don't know how to do other jobs, and they can't adapt to step-by-step work. But it's not okay to just leave it alone, Jushi There are a lot of these guys in the city, so the alliance made a compromise. It is necessary for private armed forces to exist in the wasteland, but they must be supervised. "

The man frowned and said.

"But if it is filed, 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 find someone, but I'm afraid I can't help you here... People in the alliance are watching me very closely. I don't want to make money that will cost me my life, and neither can you. You don’t want to hit the gun yourself, do you?”

Seeing that the man remained silent, Bai Shark smiled faintly and continued in a soft voice.

"But if it's a clean job, such as exploring ruins, running errands and delivering goods, exterminating looters, etc... I can even help you 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. 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 deal with a group of Mutants, there is no better candidate than them.”

Hearing these words, the man held his breath.

Veterans from Luoxia Province!

If he could hire some blue jackets from the league, his hometown might be saved!

"How do I get those people?"

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

"I have already told you the method. You must register and file honestly, then pay the deposit and pay part of the remuneration in advance."

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