This Game Is Too Realistic

The bustling streets were crowded with people watching the fireworks, and there were even long queues in front of the booths made of wooden frames.

Most of them were made by shelter residents, and many of them were set up by locals who tried to make some new money during the festivities.

...So our task today is to eat and drink at the celebration? Pai raised his eyebrows and touched his chin while looking at the stamp pen in his hand.

Yesterday Chu Guang came to her seriously. She thought it was some kind of troublesome task, but she didn't expect it to be so simple.

Eat and drink for free at the stalls looking for shelter residents on the street, and then poke on the electronic score sheet of the stall owner VM and you're done.

What a strange task.

Don't underestimate this important task, Xiaoyu, who saw the disapproval on Pai's face, said seriously, Brother Chu said, this is a very important 'wanjia activity', many The 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 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 shortly at the end.

Eh!? Is it that scary?

Looking at the startled Pai, Xiaoyu nodded seriously.

Well! So, don't take it lightly, especially when you meet a guy named Mosquito.

Seeing that Xiaoyu didn't seem to be joking, Pai looked around nervously.

Arisa, who was walking beside the two, tilted her head.

As long as you get full marks, you will be happy...won't it be enough to give them all high marks?

She thinks that the shelter residents are very good people, and she really can't bear to think of giving them a bad review.

At this moment, she was wearing a cotton-white windbreaker, a loose beret with a white background and yellow trim on her head, and a red and black plaid scarf around her neck.

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

Xiaoyu shook his head.

In that case, it would be unfair to those who are serious about the task.

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

First hit a few zeros to add to the fun!

Xiaoyu frowned and said.

No, it's a fair decision!

Otherwise, no one will choose her next year.

Alisa looked at Xiaoyu curiously and asked.

You guys have been talking about missions 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.

Pai leaned over curiously and asked.

What is a task master?

Xiaoyu shook his head.

I don't know... Maybe it means that I will be happy to complete the task.

What a hardworking person...

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

Go ahead no matter what.

No wonder the citizens 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! Pai, who was still on guard a minute ago, looked around excitedly as soon as he walked to the side of the snack street.

Seeing the two jumping and rushing in, and the street full of fireworks in front of her, Alisa couldn't help showing a smile on her face.

It was a sight never before seen in Boulder.

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

People hurried past with their heads down, following the rules like puppets on 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, thinking about how to go in the future, what kind of person they want to be, and where or which star they want to go to.

Thinking of the conversation with the manager yesterday, Alisa suddenly had an understanding in her mind, why the manager told her there is no answer.

It is perfectly normal for everyone in the Workers Association to feel confused about the future after victory, which itself is the spoils of the victor.

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

...it was great to have a chat with him.

It would be even better if you can hang out with the manager...

You can tell him this discovery yourself.

As Alisa thought about it, the brim of her hat covered with crushed snow suddenly became steamy, she blushed and shook her head, driving away this extravagant thought.

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

'...Father said that Alisa is already an adult, and she can't always think about relying on others. '

Alisa clenched her fists, thinking silently in her heart.

There will be something delicious in a while, bring him some too!

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

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 you eat this—ah! You are that mosquito! Xiaoyu yelled in surprise when he recognized the person standing next to the machine at a glance.

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

Amused by the actions of the two, he persuaded the fight and Killing God suddenly laughed out of conscience, not wanting to be covered by Daoming who remembered together.

Hahaha, have you become so notorious already? Zhuihun said with a smirk as he poked the mosquito with his elbow.

Cut! What is notorious, I call it— Mosquito, who gave a blank glance at his apprentice, was looking at the customer, and his eyes widened instantly when he saw Pai, Damn it?! You are that one Holy—cough! Is that the oil?!

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

There was a flattering smile on the mosquito's face.

That 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 great help!

This is true both in-game and out-of-game.

Overwhelmed by the praise, Pai instantly put the little unhappiness behind him and said proudly.

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

Hey, Mosquito said with a shy smile, rubbing his hands together, Is there any other good stuff like this, finished products and recipes?

Similar? Pai glanced at him strangely, What are you talking about, that kind of strange thing can only be used for a while, you don't intend to continue to make chemical-powered aircraft, do you?

Mosquito said anxiously.

Isn't it possible? It can also be used!

Pai shook his head.

Give it up, that kind of thing was almost eliminated in the era of prosperity, who would take the time to study that thing. You are asking me this question as if you are asking about a certain improvement recipe of black powder. What I can tell you is also Just a little bit of sugar.

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

Mosquito sighed.

That's it...it makes sense for you to say that.

Think about it too.

After all, the Era of Prosperity is set, but in the era when FTL engines and anti-gravity devices were built, chemical-powered rockets might have been eliminated eight lifetimes earlier.

About Wasteland OL, he probably knows a little bit of inside information. The background of the production team of this game is not simple. Although most of the technologies are completely overhead, some low-based technologies are theoretically supported in reality.

In other words, it can be used directly.

As a result, the government and the people have gathered a lot of wool, and even formed a tacit understanding, but these are digressions.

Even if there are not so many complicated interest disputes, he still enjoys this relaxed and joyful MMORPG.

Ah... I almost forgot the business, Mosquito snatched three marshmallows from Desperate's hands, stuffed them graciously into the hands of the three customers, and handed the VM out with a smile, The three judges Please leave a good review, thank you!

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

If you take the initiative to ask for good reviews, you will be deducted points.

The mosquito was startled.

Damn! Why did I just say it casually, is it so strict?

Last time too!

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

Guigui subtly moved his gaze away.

Because some judges are not very good at rejecting.

In fact, she doesn't have much confidence in whether she can restore the taste, because those are desserts that she only ate when she was very young.

However, her worries were obviously unnecessary.

Within two seconds, a scream sounded in front of the booth.

Woo!!! This is delicious! Does the cotton need to be spit out—eh? It's not cotton? It melted in the mouth!

Pai's eyes widened in surprise.

The little fish beside him had already buried his face in the marshmallow, and his eyes had completely turned the color of marshmallow.

How... how is this done?! Alisa took a sip of the snow-white cotton, her eyes full of disbelief.

She looked excitedly at the people behind the booth, but soon she seemed to remember something, and added something in a low voice embarrassedly.

Would it be good to ask about the formula... If it's not convenient 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.

It's not a difficult technique, it's easy to learn.

Alisa looked at her excitedly.

Thanks!

In this way, even if you don’t have to wait until 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 be able to help everyone.

With a blushing face, she looked away and looked at the ghost beside her.

By the way, let's bring some to the oranges too.

okay!

Guigui smiled and grabbed a small cart, moved an idle cotton candy machine onto it, and yelled at the mosquito.

Boss Mosquito, let us use it!

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 to sell to the locals.

Mosquito laughed and waved, and said generously.

Take it and use it! Open the B-end market and leave it to you!

In fact, before Alisa, many NPCs came to him curiously to find out where to buy the cotton candy machine.

It seems that it's not just cotton candy that's selling out tonight.

The black technology of goblin technology will also be sold out!

...

The other end of the snack street.

A handsome man with a thick scarf 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, and asked a casual question.

Boss, where did you get this thing?

Seeing that the little thing no one cared about was finally taken by someone, the stall owner hid the secret joy between his brows, and said heartily.

Ah, this one. I picked it up near the inner city. It must be in the collection of an old nobleman. If you like it, I can sell it to you for 10 silver coins.

Are you joking, this scrap can be sold for 10 silver coins? I think 10 chips is not bad.

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

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.

One silver coin, if it doesn't work, forget it, I still think it's getting in the way with my hand.

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

It was originally picked up by him.

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

Without revealing the secret joy hidden behind that expression, Fang Chang smiled and left 1 silver coin on the booth, gently took Laduoli's little hand, and led her to continue walking.

Dolly, who was walking beside him, moved to his hand and took a look curiously.

What is this... Huh? It looks like yours!

Fang Chang said jokingly.

They're family after all.

family?

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

The battery is dead, and the numbers and lines are no longer visible on the screen, which should be wonderful otherwise.

Speaking of which, he thought that Jixiu would come to the northern suburbs to look for him, so he deliberately stayed in Dawn City for so long, but he didn't expect that coward to run 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 put the trader in his pocket, and said in a relaxed tone, If you said no, I didn't press it. Anyway, the result is the same.

He's already taken what he wanted from here, and what's left is just idling numbers.

Moreover, in the end, the chip itself has collapsed, and the S coin linked to the chip has naturally lost its meaning, and it makes no difference whether there is a last step.

But it's really unexpected...I never thought that Boulder City would become so lively one day. Looking at the bustling streets in the distance, Dolly said with some emotion.

Fang Chang said with a smile.

Is there any inspiration for tomorrow's headline?

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

This came to her suddenly.

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

There are even quite a few in Qingquan City!

Fang Chang smiled and patted her head.

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

I remember that when the Frostspear Tribe first arrived, they saw the smoke lingering in the northern suburbs, and brought the clansmen 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 the fireworks are reflected in people's eyes, people who yearn for the light will naturally go there under the guidance of the light.

This is true of the Wastelanders, including the Frostspear Horde, as well as the workers of Boulder.

In the future, more survivors who have had enough of the wasteland will unite under this common banner in their hands.

That is a greater weapon than guns.

And can do things that guns can't...

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

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

How do you spend the winter outside this year? The tide is ahead.

There is something wrong with Boulder City, so I can't go there.

Status? What's the situation?

It's changed.

The slightly seasoned guard glanced at the group of goods next to the bullock cart, curled his lips in disgust, If you don't bring these guys, you can still go.

In the past, the alliance did not interfere with the slave trade. It only prohibited the abuse or killing of slaves on the territory of the alliance, and sometimes paid for the slaves who crossed the border.

But since winning the legion, the group of blue hamsters suddenly stopped acting, and began to imitate the settlements in Yunjian Province, prohibiting all human transactions.

It made them dare not approach the border of the alliance now, and they split up to purchase supplies.

This bunch of damn blue gophers... A guard cursed, threw the cigarette butt in the snow, and stomped it out vigorously.

Another guard cursed too.

I hope they don't survive the spring!

The slaves who huddled next to the two-headed oxen to keep warm heard the curses of the guards and whispered to each other.

Where will we be taken?

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

I remember it was called Bu or something...

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 disheveled, he was actually white and clean. He was completely different from the dark and thin guys like them, so 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 guards with guns, his luggage was also robbed, and he put on shackles to keep company with them.

Thinking he might know something, a curly-haired boy asked curiously.

you've been to?

Another child who looked younger also interjected.

I hear it's a nice place.

Hearing their discussion, Kicheu curled his chapped lips.

Maybe.

After experiencing those things, he is no longer willing to believe what he hears.

A skinny young man came up to him.

Hey, you seem to know a lot.

Keith smiled self-deprecatingly.

Your vision is not very good, what is in front of you is just a waste.

The young man froze for a while.

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

This guy is really unusual.

Then you... know about the alliance?

Alliance... Kixiu's eyes became a bit complicated, and he muttered, It might be a good place for you guys.

The curly-haired boy lowered his head, muttering and complaining.

Come on, they are really as good as you said, why didn't they come to save us?

Kishi said casually.

They only save themselves and those who are saved.

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

What counts as help?

At least save yourself.

What a sarcasm.

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

Keith smiled self-deprecatingly.

But it doesn't matter.

He's already dead anyway...

It doesn't matter where you float.

Most of the slaves were looking at each other, unable to understand his riddle, they turned their heads and continued chatting about their destination, the place called Free State.

It is also said that they went to the swamp in the north.

Although it's pointless to discuss this thing, they can't decide where they are sold, but they are idle anyway.

Only the skinny young man squatting next to Kiche, staring intently at the fireworks in the distance, muttered to himself.

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

He wanted to learn more about the league.

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

Like a mouse meeting a cat.

He wants to get that power too!

A force feared by the hyenas of the wasteland!

In a corner where no one noticed, a seed has been quietly planted...

No one knows what it will look like.

...

The New Year's Eve celebration is still going on, and the festive atmosphere not only permeates the streets, but also overflows to the shops on the street.

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

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

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

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

Since last week, the industrial products of Boulder City have entered Luoxia Province through the trade hub of Fallen Leaf City, and the grains of Luoxia Province have also flowed into here through there.

Watered down bad beer is a thing of the past as the cycle of logistics begins anew.

A kilogram of corn costs less than one silver coin, while a glass of beer only costs one silver coin, and a mug only costs 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 an hour.

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

It's been a long time since this place has been so lively.

yes.

Several cement factory workers were sitting together, drinking beer and grilling skewers, while watching the fireworks flickering outside the window and chatting.

...that apartment building is amazing! Don't be afraid of your jokes, I never thought that one day I would live in a house with stairs!

It's much more convenient to take a shower!

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

Praise the management! Praise the Union! Give us cold beer! And airtight houses!

There was laughter all around.

Hahaha!

Your wish is too humble, let the alliance find another wife for you!

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

Well, I wish he'd had a few more.

It's a pity that Lovett doesn't have a daughter, or we can actually fight for it, so that Boulder City and the Alliance can be more closely integrated...in the sense of blood.

Although workers' associations always say that ideals are a stronger bond than blood, they still cannot hold back people's simple wishes and enthusiasm.

The old men with their noses up in the city are gone.

The gangs outside the city were wiped out.

The fierce and fierce mercenaries also behaved with their tails between their legs.

The military strength of the alliance is extremely strong.

They can light up the night sky with fireworks, and no one can doubt that they can also beat the raging waves with a shower of shells.

At this time, a man in a hood 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 guy is still alive?

The bartender smiled slightly and said.

Is there any reason why I must die?

The man squinted and stared at the bartender for a moment.

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 washing glasses, so he is always mistaken for a bartender. However, anyone who is familiar with this guy knows that this guy can't make a drink at all, unless poison can also be considered a drink.

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

The aristocrats in the inner city needed manpower for inconvenient tasks, and it was not easy for them to get in touch with those vulgar mercenaries and gang members in person, so they needed roles such as middlemen. Some peddlers 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 to ask him for help, they will ask him to order a glass of honey water.

Seeing that the man didn't order for a long time, the bartender put a glass of warm water in front of him.

The man didn't drink, just talking to himself.

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

White Shark said in a normal tone.

At the gate of the city, I heard that the death was quite miserable.

You don't seem to be surprised at all, that's your big client...Oh, I understand, the man showed a stunned expression on his face, and looked at him with a half-smile, You guy, you've been messing around for a long time. Be a dog to the league.

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 start with the business that these intermediaries have contacted.

Without denying what the man in front of him said, Bai Sha said with a faint smile.

Not everyone is qualified to be a dog for the alliance. It's my honor to serve a real big shot... Also, if you don't want to be kicked out, you'd better use a more polite name.

Like an informant.

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

Come on, buddy, the man smiled and waved his hands begging for mercy, so what? What should I call you?

White Shark said in a chatty tone.

It's just as good as before. Anyway, my job hasn't changed much. I'm just a bar owner.

The man squinted his eyes.

Then what if I don't want to drink today, but want to contact some reliable mercenaries?

Then you have found the right person.

Stopped wiping the wine glass, Bai Sha put the wine glass and rag aside, looked at the man in front of the bar and continued.

Tell me, what's the job?

The man spoke slowly.

There is something wrong with the business in the south. I need some guys who can fight, at least ten people, and enough firepower.

White Shark raised his eyebrows.

Predator?

No... The man shook his head and said with a gloomy expression, It's not a simple job like a predator, it's related to mutants.

That's right, the general mercenary group probably can't meet your needs. Bai Sha touched his chin, thought for a while, took out a tablet from under the bar and handed it to him, Fill your needs on it. gone.

After receiving the tablet, the man was slightly stunned.

This is?

White Shark briefly introduced.

The terminal of the mercenary guild.

Seeing more confusion on the man's face, he continued.

You may not know it when you first came here. Some time ago, the alliance set up a pilot mercenary guild in Boulder City. Now the mercenaries in Boulder City need to register and file to take jobs.

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

The man's brow twitched.

Even you have an organization?

Yes, and it's mandatory. White Shark shrugged his shoulders, The guild is responsible for assessing the level of mercenaries, assessing the success rate of missions, and saying that they want to match the difficulty of missions with their professional qualifications...for low-level mercenaries The release of difficult tasks will bear joint and several liabilities.

said the man in surprise.

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

White Shark shrugged.

It's not exactly like that. For example, the commission. In addition to the commission paid to the mercenary guild, there is an additional security fund 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 foolish thing made by Jushi Bank before. For example, if you are disabled, someone will replace your prosthetic body for you, and you will be given a pension when you reach retirement age. In Buguera, I remember it was Value-added services need to be purchased by themselves, but here is a mandatory requirement.

The man curled his lips.

Heh, tied up those people with money?

White Shark laughed.

Well, the pension is linked to the rank of the mercenary, so if you don't want your pension to go to waste, it's best not to touch some black jobs that haven't been registered. Deducting points is a trivial matter, but revoking qualifications is a major matter.

It was a brilliant idea indeed.

The reason why those mercenaries refused to obey discipline was largely because they had no scruples.

Most of them have no concept of savings, and live a life of drinking today, after all, they might die tomorrow because of a small mistake.

It is hard to expect a person who has no intention of living past the age of 35 to think about things many years later.

But now, through the mercenary guild, the alliance forced them to save for their future life, and at the same time used this money as a constraint to control them.

If a mercenary takes the job normally, there is a high probability that he will get the job within his ability, and his life now and in the future is guaranteed.

And if it is discovered that black jobs that have not been filed and that violate the laws of the alliance are discovered, not only will they be punished by law enforcement agencies, but they will also be punished 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 filing of commissioned content by the mercenary guild can also restrain the employer and the hired person at the same time, reduce the cost of trust between the two, and prevent the commission itself from harming society.

Although they are both called mercenary guilds, the original intention and nature of the establishment of the mercenary guild by the alliance is completely different from that of the Buguera Free State.

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

It's better for everyone.

... It's not realistic for a group of desperadoes to change jobs in the same place. There are too many places that need them in the wasteland, and they don't know how to do other jobs, and they can't adapt to the step-by-step work. But it doesn't matter if you leave it alone, Boulder There are a lot of these guys in the city. So the alliance made a compromise, and private armed forces are necessary to exist in the wasteland, but they must be supervised.

The man frowned and said.

But if you file for the record, wouldn't you be unable to do many commissions?

For example, some murder commissions.

Hehe, if you want to find someone to do unclean 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 spend my life on. You don’t want to hit yourself in the muzzle, do you?”

Seeing that the man didn't say a word, Bai Sha smiled lightly and continued speaking in a soft voice.

But if it's a clean job, such as exploring the ruins, running errands, killing looters, etc... I can even help you hire more professional experts.

The man raised his eyebrows.

More professional?

White Shark nodded slightly.

That's right, many shelter residents have also registered as mercenaries. Many of them are veterans who came back from Luoxia Province. They are much better than those stragglers in terms of equipment and experience. 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 saved from Luoxia Bank!

His hometown might be saved if he could hire some Alliance Blue Jackets!

How do I get those people?

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

I have already told you the method. Honestly complete the registration and filing, then pay the deposit and prepay part of the remuneration.

Within 24 hours, someone will arrange for you.

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