This Game Is Too Realistic

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 found 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 the shelter residents' stalls on the street to eat and drink, and then stamp on the electronic clock 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 for a long time, and they will be very happy if it is well received."

"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 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 mosquito guy."

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

Alyssa next to them tilted her head.

"If you can be happy as long as you are full of 㵑... wouldn't it be enough to just hit high 㵑?"

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-colored windbreaker, a floppy 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 looks more like an older 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 hit a few zeros first to add to the fun!

Xiaoyu frowned and said.

"No, we need a fair ruling!"

Otherwise, no one would choose her.

Alyssa asked looking at Xiaoyu curiously.

"You just kept talking about missions...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 forward.

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

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

"Yeah!" Xiaoyu nodded happily, "Hey!"

"Let's start with sweets first!" Pai, who had been alert a minute ago, started looking around excitedly as soon as he arrived at the edge of the snack street.

Looking at the two people jumping into the building and the street 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 hurriedly walked past with their heads lowered, following the rules like puppets holding strings, moving from one place to another without knowing where they were going.

Now that everything has started again, people can think about this problem by themselves, think about the future path, what kind of person they want to be, which place or star they want to go to.

Thinking of the conversation with the manager yesterday, Alyssa suddenly had a realization in her mind as to 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 a spoil of war for the winner.

Only mountains, rivers, birds and beasts 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, chasing away this extravagant idea.

The respected manager must be busy doing behind-the-scenes work. If you disturb him at this time, it 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 sparkling.

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

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

Pai, who was standing next to him, 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 kind of reputation is this? I'm so -" He glanced at his apprentice, who was looking at the customer. When he saw Pai, his eyes widened instantly, "What the hell?! Are you that saint?" ——Ahem! Is that the oil?”

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

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, rubbing his hands and said, "Are there any similar good things, finished products and formulas?"

"Similar?" Pai looked 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 develop chemical-powered flight equipment, 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 almost been eliminated in the Prosperity Age. Who will take the time to study it. Asking me this question is like asking about the secret recipe for an improved black powder. I can tell you. Just a little bit of sugar."

Death-killing and Guan-jia 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, in the setting of the Prosperity Era, 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 are actually supported by theory.

In other words, it can be used directly.

The government and the private sector have gained a lot of experience because of 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, stuffed them into the hands of the three customers diligently, and handed the VM out with a smile, "Three marshmallows" Please give me a positive review, thank you!”

Feng Qing, who was standing next to him, kindly reminded me.

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

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 to death by a hateful tail.

Gui Gui looked away with a subtle expression.

"Because some judges are not very good at rejecting."

In fact, she 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.

Before waiting for two seconds, a scream sounded in front of the stall.

"Wow!!! This is delicious! Do you need to spit out the cotton buns - eh? It's not actually cotton buns? It just 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... was this made?!" Alyssa took a small mouthful of Xue's cotton bun, her eyes filled with disbelief.

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 in the future."

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

Alyssa looked at her excitedly.

"Thank you!"

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

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, grabbed a small cart, moved an idle cotton candy machine, put it on the machine, and shouted 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 and waved his hand and said generously.

"Take advantage of it! It's up to you to open the B-side market!"

In fact, before Alyssa, many NPCs came to him out of curiosity to find out where he could buy the cotton candy machine.

It seems that it’s not just cotton candy that is 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 little gadget that no one cared about, 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'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 down.

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 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. He gently pulled Dolly's little hand and led her forward.

Dolly, who was 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 deal in his hand and smiled faintly, "This is a 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 transaction ticket in his pocket, "If you said you wouldn't press it, I wouldn't press it. Anyway, there is no difference in the result."

He has brought 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 inspiration for Tiantian’s headline?”

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

This suddenly occurred to her.

In addition to those well-known survivor settlements, there are actually many large and small survivor areas 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 brought 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 Boulder City.

In the future, more survivors who are fed up with the wasteland will unite under this common flag in their hands.

That is a weapon greater than guns.

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

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

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.

"Why are we spending the winter outside today? The wave is ahead of schedule."

"There's something going on in Boulder City and it can't be restored."

"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, "It would be better 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 who were crossing the border.

After defeating the legion, the group of blue gophers suddenly stopped acting and began to imitate the settlements in Yunjian Province that prohibited any transaction involving human beings.

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 Yu.

“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 strange voice, everyone looked at the young man.

They recognized this guy. Although he looked gray and gray, he actually looked 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 you curiously.

"Have you been there?"

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 experiencing those things, he was no longer willing to communicate with what he heard from hearsay.

A skinny young man came next to him.

"Hey, you seem to know a lot."

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 his own person with bad mouth.

This guy is really 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 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 asked 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 are sold, and 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, nor because of the beautiful fireworks there, but simply because the expressions of those evil 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 from tonight's New Year's Eve, the Boulder City authorities have ended the curfew, and this pub has been able to open.

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, watered-down, inferior beer has become a thing of the past.

A pound 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 most enforced minimum wage standard of 2 silver coins per hour, even if you are doing the cheapest job in the construction team, you can get two glasses of beer an 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 so weird! Don't worry about 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 doesn't leak!"

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 a few more."

"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 withstand 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 lightly 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 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 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 possible time, it is undoubtedly the easiest way to get help from those who have been contacted by these middlemen.

Without denying what the man in front of him said, 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, it's best to change your title 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?"

Baisha said in a chatty 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 and looked at the man in front of the bar as he continued to talk.

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

The man spoke slowly.

"Something happened 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.

"Predators?"

"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, "Just fill in your needs on it. ”

After taking the tablet, the man was slightly stunned.

"This is it?"

Baisha briefly introduced Yu.

"The terminal of the Mercenary Guild."

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

"You may not know this when you first come here. Some time ago, the Alliance set up a mercenary club as a pilot in Boulder City. Now the 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 that cater to the mercenary group have become the "offline outlets" of the mercenary guild.

The man's brow twitched.

"You even have an organization?"

"Yes, and it's forced," Bai Shark shrugged, "The committee will be responsible for assessing the mercenaries' levels and assessing mission success rates. They say they need to match the difficulty of the missions with their professional qualifications... and give them to 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 from 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 security fee paid by the employer."

The man frowned and asked.

"What's that?"

White Shark said casually.

"It's equivalent to insurance. It's not quite like the deceptive thing 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, which is a mandatory requirement here.”

The man curled his lips.

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

The white shark laughed.

"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 very good idea.

The reason why those mercenaries refused to obey 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 because of a small mistake.

It's hard 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 association, the alliance forces them to save for their future lives, and at the same time uses this money as a constraint to control them.

If a mercenary accepts jobs normally, there is a high probability that he will receive jobs within his capabilities. His current and future jobs are 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 for employment - that is, the level of mercenaries - are lowered, not only will they not be able to get jobs, but their future job security standards will also be affected.

On the other hand, the mercenary will record the content of the entrustment, which can also restrain the employer and the employee at the same time, reduce the cost of trust between the two, and prevent the harm that the entrustment itself may cause to society. .

Although they are both called mercenary guilds, the original intention and nature of the mercenary guild established by the Japanese Alliance 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 existing social problems.

This is good for everyone.

"... It's not realistic to let a group of desperadoes change careers in place. 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 leaving it alone won't work, Boulder 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, and they must be supervised. "

The man frowned and said.

"If we file the record, we won't be able to do many commissions."

For example, some murder commissions.

"Haha, if you want to find someone to do dirty work, you can find someone. I'm afraid I can't help you here... The people in the alliance are keeping an eye on me. I don't want to make lifeless money. You You don’t want to hit the gun yourself, do you?”

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

"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 from Luoxia Province. Whether it is equipment or experience, they are much better than those stragglers. If you want There are no better candidates to deal with a group of mutants."

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."