Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Chapter 1531 Special Forces? We specialize in killing special forces!
In the trading bazaar, there are 12345, a total of 5 levels.

At the lowest level five, accommodation in the trading bazaar requires points.

Although Level 4 is only one level higher and on the surface it only provides the benefit of free accommodation and rent, there are many hidden benefits.

Level promotion in the trading market is not based on how many business points you have, but is considered from multiple dimensions.

To become a level 5 personnel, one of the time and consumption points is to complete the tasks issued by the trading market.

The higher the mission level, the faster you will be promoted.

Previously, forces like the Axe Gang and Tingfeng Tower, because they had their own food reserves, basically no one went up the wall to stop the zombies, so they were basically still level five personnel.

When Heishou heard about 500 points and the status of a level personnel, he was instantly attracted.

He can live alone in the wild, but.
Life in the wild is so damn hard. I don't have enough food to eat and I'm always on edge because I'm afraid of zombies.
Moreover, the management of these survivors in this trading market is not very strict, and he personally likes the atmosphere here.

After wandering for so long, it’s not easy to find a safe place.

"What mission?"

Uncle San did not hide anything and said directly:
"There is a large force in Jiayu City in the northwest. I need someone to go there to help me investigate. If there is any movement, report to me immediately. Just observe for three months."

When Heishou heard this, his brows instantly frowned.

Jiayu City in the northwest is two to three thousand kilometers away from the trading market.

This is too damn far to go.

And it's a large force. If he is discovered, he will definitely be finished.

Besides, I have to stay there for three months. How can I survive for three months?

"No." After thinking for a long time, Heishou gritted his teeth and made the decision.

Although 500 points are a lot, you have to get them clearly.

Together with the three months of stationing, it has been four months here.

Not good.

Uncle San thought for a while and continued:

"You can't get in to the Northwestern forces, and you don't need to get in. You just need to observe around their base, such as their planes coming in and out, and troop movements. We just need this information."

Blackhand shook his head and said:

"No, it's too far, I don't want to go."

Uncle San smiled, "No, you want to go."

"Why?" Black Hand asked in astonishment.

Uncle San said lightly, "You can't afford the medical expenses. 100 points are not expensive. Your right arm radius and metacarpal bones are fractured, three ribs are broken, and your lung is punctured. If we hadn't saved you, you would be dead now. Even if you didn't die, your right hand would be useless."

After hearing this, Black Hand suddenly fell silent.

100 point
He didn't have that much on hand.

But if you look for Six Fingers from the Axe Gang, they must have it, and they might even use it to help you.

But he actually didn't want to ask the Axe Gang for a loan. Before joining the Axe Gang, he had always been on equal footing with Six Fingers, and Six Fingers also respected him very much.

He is the kind of person who can leave at any time, he just happens to stay in the Axe Gang.

But if he accepts 100 points, he will completely be Six Fingers' subordinate.

He was proud by nature and had little desire to submit.

At least he won't join the Axe Gang, a force that cannot conquer him.

He spoke in a low voice:

"I can go, but these conditions are not enough. I want a sniper rifle."

Uncle San smiled and said, "Okay, I'll give you a QBU10 sniper rifle, deduct 400 points from you, and give you points."

"Deduct 100 points, damn."

Before he finished speaking, Uncle San continued:
"In addition, you will be promoted to a Level 3 staff member. With the status of a Level 3 staff member, you should know the benefits of being a Level 3 staff member in the trading market."

"Huh?" Heishou raised his head instantly, his eyes full of surprise.

He was really excited about being able to become a level three personnel.

He naturally knew what benefits he would enjoy by becoming a level three personnel.

There is a row of bulletin boards on the inner wall of the trading market, which contain a lot of information about the trading market.

This includes level divisions and the benefits enjoyed.

Level 3 personnel, that is, non-staff members, can receive guaranteed food and points every month.

Moreover, the guaranteed food and points will be given to you regardless of whether a natural disaster occurs or not.

It means that you will never have to worry about starving to death again.

There are three levels of accommodation in the trading market. Level three personnel can live in the best rooms.

"Is it okay?" Uncle San asked.

Black Hand couldn't bear it any longer and agreed immediately, "Okay, deal."

He once had a sniper rifle, but he lost it in the second year of the apocalypse when he was being chased by zombies, and he has never found it since then.

Life is so difficult in the last days.

He dreamed of finding a sniper rifle, but such a rare thing was nowhere to be found in the apocalypse.

I didn't expect that I could get it by completing a task in the trading market, and I could also become a level three staff member here.

He had experienced a thunderstorm disaster in the trading market. This force was the most powerful force he had seen in the past five or six years.

It is possible to join such a powerful force.

After hearing his agreement, Uncle San smiled and nodded, saying, "Then you should rest for a while, and we will set off when you are well again."

After saying that, he turned and left the ward.

As soon as he walked out of the ward, Lao Luo asked with some concern:

"Minister, the city lord did not agree to let him become a third-level personnel, nor did he agree to give him a sniper rifle. Is that right?"

Uncle San waved his hand, "It's okay, I'll tell him."

He just thought of it suddenly. Giving people like them the status of level four personnel is still too low.

He had his own plan in mind.

Through the video, he determined that Black Hand and the disfigured Xiang Qian were both very strong. Although they were not as strong as the jackals, they were much stronger than other ordinary combatants.

This kind of special warfare talent must be recruited.

After winning him over, it will be a natural thing to let him carry out other more important tasks.

It’s not a losing business, on the contrary, it’s very profitable!

As for the sniper rifle you want, if your marksmanship is really that good, the base will give it to you without any points.

The third uncle, who was thinking about this matter, came out of Ward 6 and looked at Ni Guangkuo and asked:
"Which ward is Xiang Qian in? Take me there."

Ni Guangkuo quickly pointed to the ward opposite, "It's right here, ward 8."

As he said this, he walked ahead and opened the door of Ward No. 8.

Ward 8 was very quiet.

Xiang Qian was originally lying on the hospital bed, staring at the leaves outside the window in a daze. The moment the door opened, he immediately sat up.

When he sat up, the wound on his waist seemed to be affected and he gasped in pain.

His head was wrapped in a white bandage and he felt a little dizzy.

"Minister, Xiang Qian is in this ward." Ni Guangkuo said to his uncle as he came in.

When he saw Xiang Qian sitting up, his brows furrowed.

"You have a concussion and dislocated vertebrae. I told you last night not to move around. It's easy to push the stent apart, and then you'll need surgery."

As he spoke, he placed a few soft pillows on Xiang Qian's back and let him lie down half-way.

A doctor is like a parent to his patients, and Ni Guangkuo is used to it.

After half lying forward, I felt much more comfortable.

He looked at his uncle and the others who came in, his expression tensed, and he was about to sit up again, but Ni Guangkuo held him down. "I told you not to move, don't move. If you move, your waist will be broken."

"Who are they?" Xiang Qian asked, while his eyes were fixed on Uncle San and the others.

Ni Guangkuo was a little surprised that Xiang Qian didn't know his uncle. Minister Li didn't stay in Oil City all the time, and occasionally appeared in the trading market.

I didn’t expect that Xiang Qian didn’t know him.

Because of his disfigurement from burns, Xiang Qian didn't like interacting with people. He always wore a cloak on his head and a mask on his face. He stayed at home and seldom went out, so he had rarely seen his uncle.

"This is Minister Li from our Oil City"

Xiang Qian listened and tasted the meaning: he was a senior leader of Oil City.

It's just, what do you want to do, what's the matter.
If they want to cause trouble for him, there is no need to do so. After all, they have already entered the trading market, he is unarmed and now seriously injured.

Uncle San likes to get straight to the point, continuing the style of his negotiation with Black Hand just now.

sit down.

Staring forward, he asked:

"Were you from EO or Blackwater?"

Xiang Qian heard this, his eyes widened, his pupils shrank slightly, and he sat up without caring about the wound on his waist.

Exclaimed:

"how do you know?"

Uncle San pointed to the remaining tattoo on his wrist, which was a three-claw black tattoo.

"this."

When he heard his uncle mention Heishui, he raised his head slightly and felt a little proud.

This was his former glory.

Blackwater, the world's largest mercenary group before the end of the world.

It has recruited special forces from countries all over the world, and is very powerful.

He said in a cold tone: "What do you want from me?"

The judge standing behind Uncle San heard Xiang Qian's unfriendly tone.

I can also see the little arrogance in Xiang Qian's eyes.

This made him extremely unhappy. What's so great about being a mercenary?

"We have killed quite a few people from Black Water."

Xiang Qian was furious when he heard this. Why was he pretending to be so arrogant?

You also killed a lot of Blackwater people. Who do you think you are?

He was angry and had a ferocious expression, and his already wrinkled and burned face looked even more terrifying.

"hehe!"

He sneered disdainfully without saying a word, but his snort was full of sarcasm.

These people know about Blackwater, but now in the end times, Blackwater is gone.

Everyone is capable of making outrageous remarks.

As if seeing his dissatisfaction, the ant rolled his eyes and said something lightly.

"Golden Triangle Forest of All Poisons, what's the leader's name, Anthony? So funny, just a bunch of idiots."

When Xiang Qian heard the address and name mentioned by Ant, he immediately remembered an incident that happened when he had just joined Blackwater, which had a great impact on Blackwater's reputation.

It even caused ridicule from other mercenary forces.

It is said that they confronted a top special forces team from ZG at Jinshan Cape, and the team leader Anthony was killed, and only two people escaped.

According to rumors, Anthony brought 26 people to face the team of less than ten people.

The death toll ratio was 24 dead to 0 casualties.

Fight to fame.

As a zg, he admired the team a little bit after hearing this, and his blood boiled.

"Who are you? Who are you?" His voice was trembling, and even his hands were shaking.

When the ant saw his expression, the corners of his mouth raised.

"Our captain used to have a code name, Qinglong."

!!!

When Xiang Qian heard these two words, he was stunned!

Qinglong!

Isn’t he the captain of the special forces team?

What the hell!

What the hell!

What the hell!

He had dreamed of joining this team countless times and even made great efforts to do so.

But unfortunately he was eliminated in the sixth round.

There were nine rounds in total, and he lasted until the sixth round.

It is said that the special forces team had very few members in the end, but each of them was one in a million top-notch warriors.

Later on, he retired and joined the Blackwater mercenary group in order to make a living and more money.

He had never met the legendary special operations team, but he had heard of it for a long time.

That special forces team was very famous internationally before the end of the world. It was well-known for its efficient combat capability and professional execution ability. They never took action on ordinary missions and only carried out high-difficulty missions. They specialized in killing special forces on the battlefield and were very arrogant and presumptuous!
Most people would be awesome if they were special forces soldiers, but this group of people specializes in killing special forces soldiers.

Xiang Qian jumped off the bed and looked at his uncle, Ant and the others, the heat in his eyes reaching its peak.

A quick salute.

"Zheng Shiwu, former HB 32nd Army Group, nd Company, rd Battalion, Special Operations Brigade, meeting Captain Qinglong!"

Uncle San raised his eyebrows. He was a little surprised to hear that he used to be in the Special Operations Brigade, but it was also within his expectations.

There is nothing wrong with adding black water.

After all, he has retired. If he wants to make a living, joining Blackwater with a very high salary is understandable.

Fighting each other in the international arena, relying on strength to speak, as long as they do not turn around and take action against China, that's fine.

So, Uncle San also returned the greeting to him.

He thought to himself: Xiang Qian should just be his code name, and Zheng Shiwu should be his real name.

Zheng Shiwu frowned. His wound had not healed yet. He had already suffered considerable injuries when fighting with the black hand in the ring. Later, he was swung back and forth by Li Yu like a mop, which caused him to suffer serious injuries.

He stood up suddenly at this moment, and his body immediately couldn't bear it. Even the bandage tied around his waist began to turn red.

Obviously the wound broke.

When Uncle San saw this scene, he quickly said:

"Don't stand, lie down quickly."

"Yes." Zheng Shiwu lay down slowly, but his eyes were still looking at his uncle and the others with fiery eyes.

He had been in the apocalypse for several years and had seen many forces decline and perish.

But this oil city seemed to be unusually strong. He had been curious about what kind of person the leader of the oil city was and how he could open such a trading market.

Now it seems that everything is taken for granted.

It is understandable that such a strong team can achieve all these results.

Uncle San sat on the chair with a smile on his face.

"I came to you today mainly to discuss something with you."

"I want you to go to Jiayu City in the northwest to investigate a force, report their movements, and stay there for three months."

"When you come back, I'll give you a level three position and 500 points."

"Do you want to do it or not?"

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)