The busy streets were filled with people watching the fireworks, and there were long queues in front of the wooden stalls.
Most of them were set up by residents of the shelter, and many were set up by locals who followed suit and planned to make some "new money" during the festival.
"...So our task today is to eat and drink a lot at the celebration?" Looking at the stamp pen in her hand, Pa Yin raised her eyebrows and touched her chin.
Yesterday, Chu Guang came to her in a serious manner. She thought it was a particularly troublesome task, but she didn't expect it to be so simple.
Find the stalls of residents of the shelter on the street to eat and drink for free, and then poke the electronic score sheet of the stall owner VM and it's done.
What a strange task.
"Don't underestimate this important task," Xiaoyu, who was holding a stamp pen, said seriously after seeing the disapproval on Pa Yin's face, "Brother Chu said that this is a very important 'wanjia activity', and many residents of the shelter have been looking forward to it for a whole year. If they get full marks, they will be happy for a whole year."
"And Brother Chu also said that there will be some strange food mixed in the celebration. If you find it, you must immediately press the alarm button on the VM."
Because of her obsessive-compulsive disorder, she finished her words in one breath, and coughed twice at the end.
"Eh!? Is it so scary?"
Looking at the frightened Pa Yin, Xiaoyu nodded seriously.
"Yeah! So, don't take it lightly, especially when you meet a guy called Mosquito."
Seeing that Xiaoyu didn't look like he was joking, Pa Yin looked around nervously.
Alyssa, who was walking next to the two, tilted her head.
"If you can be happy with full marks, can't we just give them all high marks?"
She felt that the residents of the shelter were all very good people, and she couldn't bear to give them bad reviews.
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 had experienced too many things, her temperament looked much more mature. Although they were about the same age, when she stood next to the two of them, she was obviously more like an older sister.
Xiaoyu shook her head.
"That would be unfair to those who took the task seriously."
"Don't underestimate it. I didn't expect that this simple task would have such rich connotations!" Pa Yin said with a gleaming look, "It's decided! Let Pa Yin be the bad guy!"
Give a few zeros to liven things up!
Xiaoyu frowned and said.
"No, it has to be a fair decision!"
Otherwise, no one will choose her next year.
Alyssa looked at Xiaoyu curiously and asked.
"You have been talking about tasks just now...but isn't this a celebration event?"
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."
Pa Yin asked curiously.
"What is a task master?"
Xiaoyu shook her head.
"I don't know...maybe it means that you will be very happy after completing the task."
What a hardworking person...
Listening to the two people's communication, Alyssa couldn't help but have more respect for the residents wearing blue coats.
No matter what, they are always at the forefront.
No wonder the residents of the alliance trust them so much.
"We can't let them down."
"Yeah!" Xiaoyu nodded happily, "Come on!"
"Let's start with the desserts!" Pa Yin, who was still on guard a minute ago, looked around excitedly as soon as he walked to the edge of the snack street.
Looking at the two people jumping in and the street full of fireworks in front of her, Alyssa couldn't help but smile.
This was a scene that had never been seen in Boulder City.
In the past, let alone smiling faces, she couldn't even see their eyes.
People walked hurriedly with their heads down, following the rules like puppets on strings, going from one place to another, but not knowing where they were going.
Now everything has started again, and people can think about this problem for themselves, thinking about how to go in the future, what kind of person to become, and where or which star to go.
Thinking of the conversation with the manager yesterday, Alyssa suddenly had a glimmer of enlightenment in her mind, why the manager told her "that's not the answer".
It is normal for the workers' union to feel confused about the future after victory, which is the spoils of the victor.
Only mountains, rivers, birds and beasts will not be confused.
"... It's great to talk to him."
It would be even better if I could go shopping with the manager...
I can tell him about this discovery.
As Alyssa thought about it, the brim of her hat with broken snow suddenly started to steam. She blushed and shook her head, driving away this extravagant idea.
The respected manager must be busy doing work behind the scenes. If I disturb him at this time, it will definitely bother him.
'... My father said that Alyssa is already an adult and can't always think about relying on others. '
Alyssa clenched her fists and thought silently in her heart.
There will be delicious food later, so bring some for him!
Thinking of this, she quickened her pace and caught up with Xiaoyu and Pa Yin.
The two were standing in front of a strange machine, looking at the cotton wrapped around a wooden stick, their eyes sparkling.
"Oh oh oh! What kind of cotton is that?"
"How do I eat this - ah! You are the mosquito!" Xiaoyu screamed in surprise when she recognized the man standing next to the machine.
Pa Yin, who was standing next to him, immediately became alert and dodged from the machine.
Amused by the actions of the two, the fight-stopper and the killer laughed heartlessly, and Du Ming, who didn't want to be remembered, covered his face.
"Hahaha, are you already so notorious?" Zhuihun poked the mosquito with his elbow and said with a smirk.
"Tsk! What do you mean by infamous? I'm just--" Mosquito rolled his eyes at his apprentice and was looking at the customers. When he saw Pa Yin, his eyes widened instantly, "Fuck?! You are that Saint--cough! Is it that oil?!"
"What?" Pa Yin crossed his arms and frowned, "You are very rude...hiss, have I seen you somewhere before?"
Mosquito smiled ingratiatingly.
"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 helped a lot!"
This is true both in and outside the game.
Pa Yin was so proud of being praised that he instantly put aside the little unhappiness and said proudly.
"You're welcome, it's just a small matter."
"Hehe," Mosquito smiled embarrassedly, rubbing his hands and said, "Are there any similar good things, finished products and formulas?"
"Similar?" Pa Yin looked at him strangely, "What are you talking about, that strange thing can be used for a while, you don't plan to continue to make chemical-powered aircraft, right?"
Mosquito said anxiously.
"Is it not possible? It can be used!"
Pa Yin shook his head.
"Give up, that kind of thing was almost eliminated in the prosperous era, who would spend time studying it. Asking me this question is like asking about a secret recipe for improving black gunpowder. All I can tell you is to add a little sugar."
Duming and Quanqiao looked at each other, the latter shrugged helplessly, and the former scratched his head.
Mosquito sighed.
"Is that so... what you said makes some sense."
Think about it.
After all, the prosperous era is set in an era when FTL engines and anti-gravity devices were developed, and chemical rockets may have been eliminated eight generations 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 technology is completely fictitious, some "low-based" technologies are theoretically supported in reality.
In other words, it can be used directly.
The official and private sectors have made a lot of money from this, and even have formed a tacit understanding, but these are all off-topic.
Even if there are not so many complicated interests, he still enjoys this relaxed and happy MM.
"Ah... I almost forgot the main thing," Mosquito snatched three marshmallows from the hands of the dead, stuffed them into the hands of the three customers attentively, and handed the VM out with a smile, "Please give a good review to the three judges, thank you!"
Feng Qing, who was standing next to him, kindly reminded him.
"You will be deducted points if you actively ask for good reviews."
Mosquito was shocked.
"Fuck! I just said it casually, is it so strict?"
It was the same last time!
He just blurted out a sentence in excitement, and was sent in by a certain hateful tail.
Ghost looked away with a subtle expression.
"Because some judges are not good at rejecting."
She actually had no confidence whether she could restore the taste, because those were desserts she had only eaten when she was very young.
But her worries were obviously unnecessary.
Within two seconds, a scream sounded in front of the stall.
"Woo!
! This is so delicious! Do I need to spit out the cotton? Eh? It's not cotton? It melted in my mouth!"
Pa Yin's eyes widened in surprise.
Xiaoyu on the side had buried her face in the cotton candy, and her eyes completely turned the color of cotton candy.
"How... is this done?!" Alyssa tasted the snow-white cotton in small bites, with incredible eyes.
She looked at the people behind the stall excitedly, but soon as if she remembered something, she added in a low voice with embarrassment.
"Is it not good to ask about the recipe... If it is inconvenient 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 make a heater and a motor... Even if you don't ask, we plan to teach it to the survivors here later."
This is not a difficult technique, it 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 eat such delicious and magical desserts in Boulder City!
Feeling a little embarrassed to be thanked, Feng Qing smiled shyly and said.
"You're welcome. I'm also very happy to help everyone."
She blushed and looked away and looked at Gui Gui beside her.
"By the way, let's bring some to Citrus too."
"Okay!"
Ghost laughed and grabbed a cart, moved an unused cotton candy machine onto it, and shouted to 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 prepared to sell some to the locals.
Mosquito laughed and waved his hand, saying generously.
"Use it! Opening the B-end market is up to you!"
In fact, before Alyssa, many NPCs had come to him curiously to ask where to buy the cotton candy machine.
It seems that it's not just cotton candy that's selling tonight.
The "black technology" of Goblin Technology is also going to sell out!
...
At the other end of the snack street.
A handsome man with a thick scarf around his neck is holding the 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 thing?"
Seeing that the little gadget that no one wanted was finally liked by someone, the stall owner hid his smugness and said cheerfully.
"Ah, this, I picked it up near the inner city. It's probably a collection of an old noble. If you like it... I'll sell it to you for 10 silver coins."
"You're kidding, this piece of junk can be sold for 10 silver coins? I think 10 chips is about right."
Fang Chang smiled and was about to put the thing in his hand back.
Seeing this, the stall owner panicked and quickly changed his words.
"5 silver coins! How about 5 silver coins?"
Fang Chang shook his head and gestured with an index finger.
"1 silver coin, forget it if it doesn't work, I think it's too much of a nuisance to hold it in my hand."
"...Okay, I'll pay for it!" The stall owner nodded with a bitter face, but hid his smugness under his lowered forehead.
He picked it up in the first place.
Not to mention 1 silver coin, he made a profit even if it was half a silver coin!
Without revealing the smugness hidden behind that expression, Fang Chang smiled and left 1 silver coin on the stall, gently pulled Dolly's little hand, and continued to walk forward with her.
Dolly, who was walking next to him, curiously came to his hand and took a look.
"What is this... eh? It looks like yours!"
Fang Chang joked.
"After all, they are a family."
"A family?"
"Well, the difference between a father and a son," Fang Chang gently tossed the palm-sized trader in his hand and smiled faintly, "This is the son."
The battery has run out of power, and there are no numbers or lines on the screen, otherwise it should be very exciting.
Speaking of which, he thought that Jixiu would come to the northern suburbs to find him, so he stayed in Dawn City for so long, but he didn't expect that coward to run away.
Let him run away, he won't feel sorry for that fool.
Everything is his own fault.
Dolly glanced at Fang Chang and asked in a low voice.
"Did you press that button in the end?"
"No," Fang Chang put the trader into his pocket and said in a relaxed tone, "You said not to press it, so I didn't press it. Anyway, the result is no different."
He had already taken what he wanted from here, and the rest were just idle numbers.
Besides, in the end, the chips themselves had collapsed, and the S coins linked to the chips naturally lost their meaning. There was no difference whether there was the last step or not.
"But it's really unexpected... I didn't expect that one day Boulder City would become so lively." Looking at the bustling streets in the distance, Dolly said with some emotion.
Fang Chang smiled.
"Have you got any ideas for tomorrow's headline?"
"Yeah!" Dolly nodded, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she looked at him and continued, "Do you think anyone will see the fireworks over Boulder City and come all the way to join us?"
This is what she suddenly thought of.
In addition to those famous 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, in fact, many survivors of the Alliance came this way."
I remember when the Frostspear tribe first came, they saw the smoke lingering in the northern suburbs, and brought their tribesmen here with the idea of giving it a try.
Unlike the ideal buried in the heart, prosperity is something that can be seen with the eyes.
When the fireworks are reflected in people's eyes, people who yearn for light will naturally go there under the guidance of the light.
This is the case for the wastelanders, including the Frostspear tribe, and the workers in Boulder 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 cannons.
And it can do things that guns and cannons can't do...
At this moment, Fang Chang didn't know that, as he said, under the same night sky, many people were looking at the flames burning in the air 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 matches.
"Why are you spending the winter outside this year? The tide has come early."
"Something happened in Boulder City, so I can't go."
"Situation? What situation?"
"The weather has changed."
The slightly older guard glanced at the group of "goods" next to the ox cart, and curled his lips in disdain, "If I didn't bring these guys, I could still go."
In the past, the Alliance did not interfere with the slave trade, but only prohibited the abuse of slaves or killing on the Alliance's territory, and sometimes paid to buy the slaves passing through.
But since defeating the Legion, the group of blue gophers suddenly stopped acting and began to learn from the settlements in Yunjian Province to prohibit all human transactions.
As a result, they dare not approach the border of the alliance now, and they have to act separately to purchase supplies.
"These damn blue rats..." A guard cursed, threw the cigarette butt into the snow, and stomped it out.
Another guard also cursed.
"I hope they don't survive the spring!"
The slaves who were huddled next to the two-headed cow to keep warm heard the guards' curses and whispered to each other.
"Where will we be taken?"
"I heard from the boss that we will go to the north."
"I remember his name was Bu something..."
The young man 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 dirty, he was actually white and clean, completely different from these dark and thin guys. He should be able to sell for a higher price.
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 armed guards, his luggage was robbed, and he was shackled and kept company with them.
Thinking that he might know something, a curly-haired boy asked curiously.
"Have you been there?"
Another child who looked younger also interrupted.
"I heard it's a good place."
Hearing their discussion, Ji Xiu curled his cracked lips.
"Maybe."
After experiencing those things, he was no longer willing to believe what he heard from others.
A skinny young man came up to him.
"Hey, you seem to know a lot of things."
Ji Xiu smiled self-deprecatingly.
"Your vision is not very good, and the one in front of you is just a waste."
The young man was stunned.
He had seen people with foul mouths, but this was the first time he had seen himself with foul mouths.
This guy is really extraordinary.
"Then... do you know the Alliance?"
"The Alliance..." Jixiu'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, if they are really as good as you say, why don't they come to save us?"
Jixiu said casually.
"They only save themselves and those who can be saved."
Another boy couldn't help but whispered.
"What counts as being saved?"
"At least you have to save yourself."
It's really ironic.
In the end, I became the one who understood those guys the most.
Jixiu smiled self-deprecatingly.
But it doesn't matter.
He is already dead anyway...
Let's just go wherever it goes.
Most of the slaves looked at each other, not understanding his riddle, and turned around to continue talking about their destination, the place called the Free State.
Some people also said that they actually went to the swamp in the north.
Although there was no point in discussing this, they could not decide where they would be sold, but they were idle anyway.
Only the skinny guy squatting next to Jixiu stared at the fireworks in the distance, muttering to himself.
"People who can be saved... people who save themselves."
He wanted to know more about the Alliance.
It was not because of how beautiful it was in the legend, nor because the fireworks there were beautiful, but simply because those ferocious guards changed their faces when they mentioned the Alliance.
It was like a mouse seeing a cat.
He also wanted to gain that kind of power!
The power that was feared by the hyenas in the wasteland!
In a corner that no one noticed, a seed had been quietly planted...
No one knew what it would grow into.
...
The New Year's Eve celebration was still going on, and the festive atmosphere was not only overflowing in the streets, but also overflowing to the shops on the street.
At the Pirate Bay Tavern on the edge of Boulder City, the firewood in the fireplace crackled, and the not-so-spacious room was filled with noisy guests.
Since the incident, the tavern has been closed for rectification.
However, starting from New Year's Eve tonight, the Boulder City authorities ended the curfew, and the tavern was 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, industrial products from Boulder City have entered Luoxia Province through the trade hub of Luoye City, and Luoxia Province's grain has also flowed here through there.
As the circulation of logistics resumes, watered-down inferior beer has become history.
A kilogram of corn costs less than one silver coin, while a glass of beer only costs one silver coin, and a large glass only costs two silver coins.
According to the latest minimum wage standard of the alliance, 2 silver coins per hour, even if you do the cheapest work in the construction team, you can get two glasses of beer in one hour.
Not to mention the mercenaries, the pay for life-threatening work is usually one or two more zeros than for physical work.
"It's been a long time since it's been so lively here."
"Yeah."
Several cement factory workers sat together, drinking beer and eating skewers, while looking at the flashing fireworks outside the window and chatting.
"... That apartment building is simply amazing! Don't be afraid of you laughing at me, 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 manager! Praise the alliance! Give us beer without water! And a house that doesn't leak!"
There was a burst of 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 manager himself doesn't even have one."
"Oh, I really hope he can have more children."
"It's a pity that Lovett doesn't have a daughter. Otherwise, we can actually try to make Boulder City and the Alliance more closely united... in the sense of blood."
Although the Workers' Union always says that ideals are a stronger bond than blood, it still can't withstand people's simple wishes and enthusiasm.
Those arrogant old men in the city are gone.
Those gangs outside the city have been wiped out.
The mercenaries who were aggressive and aggressive have also kept their tails between their legs.
The military strength of the Alliance is extremely strong.
They can light up the entire night sky with fireworks, and no one will doubt that they can also use a torrential rain of shells to beat the surging waves.
At this time, a hooded man pushed open the door and walked into the bar.
The bartender standing behind the bar looked at him and said in a casual tone.
"What would you like?"
The man took off his hood and saw the bartender standing behind the bar, with a surprised expression on his face.
"You are still alive?"
The bartender smiled faintly and said.
"Do I have any reason to die?"
The man narrowed his eyes and stared at the bartender for a while.
This guy is certainly not a bartender, but the owner of the Pirate Bay Tavern, White Shark.
This guy likes to stand in front of the bar and wash glasses when he has nothing to do, so he is always mistaken for a bartender. However, people who are familiar with this guy know that this guy can't mix drinks at all, unless poison can be considered as wine.
The sale of alcohol is only one of the sources of income for this tavern. The larger business is actually another intermediary business.
The nobles in the inner city have inconvenient jobs that need manpower, and it is not easy to go out and contact those vulgar mercenaries and gang members in person, so they will need roles such as middlemen. Some merchants who need to hire bodyguards will also look for reliable middlemen to introduce reliable people.
And this guy named White Shark is probably the most reliable middleman in this settlement. In the past, if someone needs his help, they will ask him for a cup of honey water.
Seeing that the man was slow to order, the bartender put a cup of warm water in front of him.
The man did not drink it, but just talked to himself.
"The boss and the second in command of the Poison Gang are dead."
White Shark said in a casual tone.
"At the city gate, I heard that they died miserably."
"You don't seem surprised at all, that's your big customer... Oh, I understand," the man showed a look of realization on his face, looking at him with a smile, "You guy, you've been working for the alliance for a long time."
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 what the man said, White Shark smiled and said.
"Not everyone is qualified to be a dog for the Alliance. It is my honor to serve a real big man... In addition, if you don't want to be kicked out, it's better to change to a more polite name."
For example, informant.
This is what the Guards called him, and he also prefers this name.
"Don't be like this, man," the man smiled and waved his hand, begging for mercy, "So? What should I call you?"
White Shark said in a casual tone.
"Just the same as before, anyway, my job has not changed, 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."
Stop wiping the wine glass, White Shark put the wine glass and rag aside, looked at the man in front of the bar and continued.
"Tell me, what kind of work?"
The man said slowly.
"Something went wrong with the business in the south. I need some capable guys, at least ten people, and with enough firepower."
White Shark raised his eyebrows.
"Predators?"
"No..." The man shook his head and said gloomily, "It's not as simple as a predator. It's related to mutants."
"Really? Then the general mercenary group probably can't meet your needs," White Shark touched his chin, thought for a moment, took out a tablet from under the bar and handed it to him, "Fill in your needs on it."
The man was slightly stunned after taking the tablet.
"What is this?"
White Shark introduced briefly.
"The terminal of the mercenary guild."
Seeing that the man's face was even more confused, he continued.
"You may not know since you just arrived, but 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 on jobs."
Because the bars that join the union will be marked on the map provided by the mercenary guild, most bars for mercenaries have become "offline outlets" of the mercenary guild.
The man's brow twitched.
"Even you have an organization?"
"Yes, and it's mandatory," White Shark shrugged. "The guild is responsible for assessing the level of mercenaries and assessing the success rate of tasks. It is said that it is necessary to match the difficulty of tasks with professional qualifications... issuing high-difficulty tasks to low-level mercenaries will bear joint liability."
The man said in surprise.
"This sounds a bit like the mercenary guild in the Bugera Free State in the north."
White Shark shrugged.
"Not exactly the same, for example, the commission, in addition to the commission paid to the mercenary guild, there is also an additional guarantee paid by the employer."
The man frowned and asked.
"What is that?"
White Shark said casually.
"It's like insurance, but it's not quite like the thing that the Big Stone Bank used to do. For example, if you are disabled, someone will help you replace your prosthesis, and when you reach retirement age, you will be given a pension. In Bugera, I remember it was a value-added service that you need to buy yourself, but here it is mandatory."
The man curled his lips.
"Heh, are you using money to tie those people up?"
White Shark laughed.
"I guess so. Pensions are linked to the level of mercenaries, so if you don't want your pension to go down the drain, it's best not to do some undocumented black work. Deducting points is a small matter, but revoking your qualifications is a big deal."
This idea is really smart.
The reason why those mercenaries are undisciplined is largely because they have no scruples.
Most of them have no concept of saving, and live a life of drinking and drinking today. After all, they might die tomorrow because of a small mistake.
It's hard to expect someone who doesn't plan to live beyond 35 to consider things many years later.
Now, the Alliance forces them to save for their future lives through the Mercenary Guild, and uses this money as a constraint to control them.
If a mercenary takes jobs normally, he will most likely take jobs within his ability, and his current and future lives will be guaranteed.
If he is found to take illegal jobs that are not filed and violate the laws of the Alliance, he will not only be punished by law enforcement agencies, but also by the Mercenary Guild.
If the qualification for employment, that is, the mercenary level, is downgraded, not only will he not be able to take jobs, but his future living security standards will also be affected.
On the other hand, the filing of the commission by the Mercenary Guild can also restrain both the employer and the employee, reduce the trust cost between the two, and prevent the commission itself from causing harm to society.
Although both are called Mercenary Guilds, the original intention and nature of the Alliance to establish the Mercenary Guild are completely different from those of the Bugera Free State.
The latter is "labor outsourcing" for the company's benefits, while the Alliance's approach is to propose a compromise solution to existing social problems.
This is good for everyone.
"...It's not realistic to let a group of desperadoes change jobs on the spot. There are too many places in the wasteland that need them. They can't do other jobs, and they can't adapt to routine work. But leaving it alone is not okay. There are a lot of such guys in Boulder City. So the alliance compromised. Private armed forces are necessary in the wasteland, but they must be supervised."
The man frowned and said.
"But if we file a case, many commissions can't be done."
For example, some commissions for murder.
"Hehe, if you want to find someone to do dirty work, you can find it, but I'm afraid I can't help you here... The people in the alliance are watching me very closely. I don't want to make money that I can't spend my life on, and you don't want to run into the gun yourself, right?"
Seeing that the man didn't say a word, White 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, and eliminating looters... I can even help you hire more professional experts."
The man raised his eyebrows.
"More professional?"
White Shark nodded gently.
"Yes, many residents of the shelter have also registered as mercenaries, many of whom are veterans who have returned from Luoxia Province. Whether in terms of equipment or experience, they are much better than those scattered soldiers. If you want to deal with a group of mutants, there is no better candidate than them."
Hearing this, the man held his breath.
Veterans from Luoxia Province!
If he could hire some blue jackets from the Alliance, his hometown might really be saved!
"How can I hire those people?"
White Shark showed a happy smile on his face, and pointed his index finger at the tablet in his hand.
"I have already told you the method. Honestly register and prepare the case, then pay a deposit and prepay part of the reward."
"Someone will arrange it for you within 24 hours."