Blue Sword

Ask opened his eyes and felt pain all over his body.

It's too bad that he actually encountered a high-level sequence... He thought to himself mockingly.

The so-called superior sequence is an enemy with approximately the same sequence ability, but with a higher level than you.

In other words, he has all the extraordinary abilities you have. If you can't trick him, and you can't defeat him head-on, it will naturally be extremely uncomfortable.

Assassin Assassin is one of the few professions that can be regarded as similar to the Weapon Master. Although he can still fight with the Nine Star Styles, the price paid is not small.

Even the narrow victory over the opponent in the end was achieved by using the environment and the awareness and operation of professional players to fight hard against the opponent.

"You are still very weak." The young man came in with a medical kit, "Don't move around, be careful of wound infection."

"Is this your room?" Ask looked around.

Various mechanical manuscripts are posted on the walls, including three views of hydraulic components and circuit diagrams with various symbols. There is a computer on the table, which is the bulkiest box-type monitor. There is a thick pile of manuscripts next to it.

"This is the subway maintenance room." The boy said, "But I am the only maintenance person at the moment, so it's okay to call it my bedroom."

"Where is the assassin in white?" Asked.

"He was dragged away by people sent from above," the boy said. "The nuclear fusion battery exploded. This kind of accident cannot be hidden from anyone. If you hadn't killed him quickly, maybe we would all be exposed."

"We weren't discovered?" Ask asked.

"My power armor has been discovered!" the boy gritted his teeth.

"Why do you want to keep a power armor in the warehouse?" Ask asked.

"Because my lifelong dream is to build the most powerful power armor in the world! However, power armor is military material and can only be brought in through smuggling." The young man screamed, "I waited for six years to do it secretly. I got one, but you ended up scrapping it like this!"

"You can buy it from the Holy Solomon Empire," Asker suggested. "It's legal to buy and sell power armor there, and it only costs about 200 pounds."

"Where did I get 200 pounds!" the boy said with tears streaming down his face. "My current annual salary is only 10 pounds!"

"Well, it seems to me that you are of the blood of a mechanic, right?" Ask asked, "Why don't you help people make extraordinary items to make money?"

"How do you know?" the young man asked curiously.

"You posted the recipe for Machine I on the wall." Ask said.

"Ahem." The young man covered his face in embarrassment, "Olympia City has a craftsmen's association, and big customers would rather choose regular craftsmen. For wild craftsmen like me, customers will worry about the production failing or the materials being misappropriated."

"The entry requirements for the Craftsmen Association are very high?" Asker asked.

"No, the Craftsmen Association only recruits adults..." the boy said.

"Have you ever considered becoming a mercenary?" Ask asked casually, "Mercenaries make money faster."

"Am I crazy? I'm not a good mechanic, why should I become a mercenary?" the young man said disdainfully, and soon seemed to realize something, "Wait, you mean, you are a mercenary?"

"I am the leader of a mercenary company," Aske said.

"Then you must have money to pay for my power armor!" The young man clenched his fists excitedly.

"I didn't say I won't compensate you." Asker said, "I just have a suggestion. After all, there is no way you can save money like this. There is a military nun in our regiment, but she is currently the main healer, and she only does mechanical maintenance. part time."

"I think we can still provide a machinist position...wait a minute, you must be a man, right?"

"Which of your eyes can tell that I'm a girl? Do you want to go to the hospital to see an ophthalmologist?" the young man said disdainfully,

"That's great." Asik said with emotion, and he remembered the painful experience of mistaking Sidrifa before.

Although she finally proved that she is a qualified armor-breaking output.

"What's so good about being a man..." The young man said subconsciously, and suddenly he seemed to realize something, and the look in his eyes didn't look right.

"How about a monthly salary of two pounds, including food and accommodation, and traveling with a group?" Asker invited him. "If there are gains, there will be commissions. I estimate that you can save enough to buy power armor in four to five years at the latest." Money.”

"Although the price is high, you can't sell your butt." The young man shook his head resolutely.

Ask looked at him with a strange expression and said with a smile:

"Don't get me wrong, my orientation is normal...it's just that there are more girls in our group, so I want to confirm your gender first."

"There are more girls?" The young man was a little surprised. "Aren't you a mercenary group? Aren't all mercenary groups supposed to be tall and strong men?"

"Alas." Ask felt a little embarrassed when he heard this, "That was all an accident, let's not talk about it."

"How many people are there in your team? How many women are there?" the boy asked.

"Currently, there are about nine people including me. As for women, there are about eight people without me." Asik said tactfully.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly showed admiration:

"What a great person!" He said with sincere admiration, "You hang out with eight women. Those who know you call you the group leader, and those who don't know call you the president."

"President?"

"The boss of the entertainment company!" said the young man, "Which mercenary group would recruit so many women!"

Ask:………………

"Stop talking nonsense." He said impatiently, "Do you want to join or not?"

"No," the young man said, "Who wants to be a mercenary? It's better to be my subway maintenance man."

"I'm afraid you won't be able to do this job." Ask said leisurely.

Before the young man could understand, he was shocked to find that the door of the room was pushed open, and a large group of people crowded into the room with cheers.

"Mr. Asker." Quintus, the noble officer who came in last, smiled after confirming his appearance, "You can make it easy for us to find him."

"I couldn't help it. I was unconscious for a while after the battle and was saved by this kid." Ask pointed at the boy and said.

juvenile:? ? ?

He looked at Ask and then at Quintus, dumbfounded not knowing what to say.

"Thank you for killing the assassin in white from Elania." Quintus said with a smile, "otherwise the dignitaries in the city would be on tenterhooks again."

"That's it." Ask nodded.

"Anyway, now that I have found you, I can go and reply to the Spartans." Quintus waved his hand and looked at the young man, "Did you save him?"

"It's me!" The young man suddenly became excited. He had already recognized this person as His Excellency Quintus, the chief security officer of Olin City. He was the son of the city lord, but he was very rich.

Is this to reward me? Can I have power armor?

"You should have been rewarded for your bravery to save people." Quintus said leisurely, "But you secretly purchased smuggled military power armor, which violated the Olympia City Public Security Law. Therefore, the merits and demerits balance the merits, so you will not be punished. "

The young man's excited face suddenly turned into a frost-beaten eggplant, and he was stunned.

"Who is in charge of this section of the subway? The Turin manager?" Quintus turned around and asked.

"I'm here, sir!" A certain fat man squeezed out of the crowd, nodded flatteringly and smiled.

"There is a piece of powered armor in the subway maintenance warehouse, and you don't know about it? If what is stored is not powered armor, but high-quality explosives, do you have to wait until the subway is bombed before your people can find out the problem?"

"Sir, this is my mistake..." The fat man quickly held his chest, lowered his head humbly, and said nothing.

Quintus waved his hand again. He did not need to personally come forward to punish a small person like the subway manager. The people below would naturally handle it.

He looked at Aske again, suddenly feeling uninterested.

"That's it." Quintus turned around and said, "Mr. Asker, your companions are looking for you, and I have asked them to come over."

"Thank you." Ask said.

The group of people left in a huff, and the fat manager followed at the end with a bow and a bow, without even looking at the boy.

The latter was in despair and his face was pale - he knew that he would definitely not be able to keep his job.