From star abyss

"Look around you, what's your biggest feeling?"

Li Ozi turned his head and glanced at the empty street. A few pedestrians were passing by in a hurry, making it look particularly deserted.

"——Depression." Li Ozi said: "It's just like the financial crisis. You can't see a few aliens crawling around on the streets."

"Yes, you understand almost, this is the truth." Olafur said seriously: "The mercenary city-state Van Lenkov, 15 years ago, the "United Group" planned to acquire this city-state, but was blocked by the leader Kalmec. reject. "

Olafur sent a file to Li Ozi, which began to play the record of the visit of the project manager Shurgo Campeni sent by the "United Group" to negotiate cooperation.

In just one year, Verazzi, a subsidiary of the "United Group", dispatched 45,000 employees and seven leaders to Van Lenkov. It was obvious that the acquisition of the mercenary city-state was inevitable.

"The acquisition was rejected. In less than half a year, the Van Lenkov Autonomous State began to experience ruptures in its capital chain and shrinking orders. Coupled with the failure of consecutive campaigns, the number of dead soldiers increased sharply. From that time on, Van Lenkov's aliens no longer had strong combat effectiveness. "

Downtime cleaning machines were lying on the streets, garbage was piled everywhere in the corners, and a large number of shops were closed. Only candy shops and taverns opened by aliens were doing a thriving business here.

"At this time, the family members of the fallen who were originally on friendly terms suddenly gathered together and demanded pensions from the Supreme Legion in an organized and planned manner. Coupled with protests from various regions, they directly drained the treasury of the Van Lenkov Autonomous State. .”

The protest slogans and signs were thrown into the trash can. The homeless man picked them up and threw them into the bonfire. The firelight dyed his weathered and poor face orange, and the heat thawed his face. The homeless man walked away without saying a word. He took out a medal ribbon from his arms and threw it into the flames, quietly watching it curl and burn.

"Isn't this logically a good thing?" Li Ozi asked casually: "The narrative-level civilization should give a lot of money."

"You opened a barbecue restaurant. Although the shop is small, your skills are good and you have secret recipes passed down from ancestors. The customer flow is increasing day by day and it is very popular. I decided to spend a lot of money to buy it. Do you think that I spent money to buy your barbecue restaurant? In order to get your customer flow and secret recipe, or do you want your little storefront with less than 20,000 ammonium gold?"

Olafur sneered:

"The acquisition of the United Group is a good thing for professional mercenary groups, but for mercenary city-states, it is a disaster. "

"Why do you see it?" Li Ozi asked.

"The reason why the mercenary city-states are able to gain a foothold is that through their own efforts and accumulation, they already have their own business channels and customer relationship networks. These things are the Phoenix that can lay eggs - and what the "United Group" wants is These, do you think narrative-level civilizations can demonstrate the combat effectiveness of these aliens? "

Olafur said contemptuously:

"Except for the C3 Luca-type cosmic human race, is there any natural fighting race? War has always been fought based on the overall national strength. These aliens have made their fortunes through war, and they think they can keep winning. They throw away the wrench, and then His body is covered with weapons. His rations, equipment, and ammunition were all bought from others."

"I understand that an army that cannot be self-sufficient will never fight again if its logistics are cut off." Li Ozi spread his hands: "However, it is not so miserable in the end, right? Narrative-level civilization will not be able to fight again." We only have a small amount of money, so if we just do a couple of businesses, we should have a pretty good life, right?"

"Once acquired, those alien legions will be immediately dismantled and dismantled, and they will be hidden away. The "United Group" 686870 will send in mercenaries they have trained themselves, and they will go into battle in their shells. Through the network of relationships they control, the flow will continue. "

Olafur scorned:

"You actually expect narrative-level civilization to be more 'civilized'? The more powerful a civilization is, the more domineering and hooligan it is. If barbarism is roughly cutting off your head, then civilization is skinning you and breaking your bones, and then saying 'Sorry, My hand slipped'."

"But then wouldn't Van Renkov's alien be out of a job?"

Li Ozi took a look at the shops on the street:

"No one is engaged in production here. Clothing stores and restaurants are all made by aliens. I didn't see an alien opening a store by himself, but when I entered the port, I saw a battle sequence sailing out. These gangs Aliens, don’t they have the ability to produce labor?”

"Of course, the current Van Lenkov aliens have no real ability. They can only continue to strengthen publicity and propaganda, pretending to be powerful and ferocious, so that employers will continue to hire them, even if they themselves have run out of ammunition and food Absolutely, even if you join the gang physically, you still have to go to the battlefield."

Olafur joked:

"If this continues, I'm afraid there won't be any need for the "United Group" to take action, and these aliens will be exhausted by themselves. If I were the manager of Schulgo Campeni, I would have to kowtow to Red King and thank God for His blessing. "

Li Ozi raised his eyebrows in the distorted time and space:

"Didn't you say that you don't make jokes about gods?"

"cough--"

Olafur coughed and immediately changed the subject:

"Aliens don't have production capabilities. No one knows why. In short, they can't be taught. If you are interested, you can investigate. Let's not talk about this for now. Let's talk about your work."

Olafur has no interest in or good impression of these aliens. They are already in the process of slow death.

But when it comes to making money, no one has too much.

"When it comes to narrative-level civilization, things will be very complicated. There are many forces here, including Red King's clergy, managers of Verazzi Company, and many small groups. You have to understand that narrative Super civilization... there are many strong people, and there are also many younger brothers who follow the older brother, so I will simply state what you want to do."

Olafur thought for a while and simply stated:

"Karmetz, the leader of Van Renkov's Supreme Legion, has two sons and one daughter. Someone doesn't want their family to be extinct, so I need your help."

"Save people." Li Ozi knew it in his heart, but still said deliberately: "I'm not very good at helping the weak."

"Now go and ask the dark elf accompanying you to sail the ship and send his offspring to the Fire Wolf Star in the Titus Nebula. Where will there be someone to take care of him?"

Olafur said:

"It would be kinder for you to kill their father."

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