Mu Ran looked back and recalled the comments he made about the name when he first heard it. The sergeant was filled with emotion:

He once felt that he had been tricked by three idiots.

Now that he has been saved by these three idiots, doesn't this mean that he is even more idiotic?

It's him who's brain-dead.

Of course, the complaints in my head are just complaints. In the real world, the Burger King is really his boss this time.

"Master, do you smoke?"

Leal shook his head.

No wonder the sergeant's knees were weak, because the more he learned about the assault that night, the more he became afraid.

Let's put it this way, if at the last moment of the night, the person in the car fired a gun and shot this hot-headed idiot to death on the stage.

What happens next is that his people will be collectively scared to the point of being unable to move.

As for the enemy, they rushed thousands of miles, carried hundreds of guns, and took out the head of the gang leader in the midst of thousands of troops. They supported these younger brothers until they were scared to death and left in a swaggering manner.

Taking advantage of his reputation as a sergeant of the Sixth Street Gang, he became the new top mercenary.

Maybe the Sixth Street Gang will cease to exist.

Not to mention going forward, without these three masters, he would have died in the wilderness long ago.

Of course, there are also rumors that these awesome mercenaries came to Night City because of the three masters, but it would be meaningless to go back to the past. The sergeant still had a clear conscience.

He turned around and looked at the number of people kneeling in the open space——

These people are former artillery's younger brother, the traitor he failed to catch.

The sergeant waved his hand and shouted to the people upstairs: "Fire!"

boom!

Several rocket launchers blew them to pieces. You could still hear them chattering before the explosion, but no one cared about this.

Death is as fast as a light goes out, and transfers come quickly.

[Transfer: +500,000 euros]

The three of them walked away with 160,000 yuan each. Lille still had the same 10,000 yuan on hand. The good news was that his debt with V was on track to be paid off.

"Everyone is happy!" The sergeant turned back with a smile on his face, wanting to hug Lear.

It's a pity that I can't hold it.

Lille waved his hand: "Don't mess with those who have nothing to do. This matter is settled. I want to take those mercenaries away.

Finally, there is the matter of Ye's Group's power distribution facilities. "

Although the Ye Group is different from other multinational giants, its main business is located in Night City, and its military reserves are not very strong.

But a powerful dragon cannot overwhelm a local coward, and Ye's Group is that local coward.

Strictly speaking, the land of Night City has been theirs from the very beginning.

The sergeant found a chair and sat down: "Ye's Group's stock price plummeted yesterday, you should know this.

They sent me a message asking me to find the person, package it and send it to them, but since you want to take the person away, I don't care.

Even Ye's Group is also a big customer of mine, you see."

Each region has its own power distribution station. In Night City, the operation of the power distribution station basically depends on the gang.

Of course they can send in their own troops to protect them, but if gangs secretly wreak havoc and threaten residents, profits will plummet.

So here, they have to give the gang a sum of money, not too much, not too little, that will not increase the cost too much, at least not more than the final increase in profits.

Leal knocked on the table and looked at the sergeant: "Have you ever thought about generating your own electricity?"

The sergeant froze.

Of course he never thought - the Ye Group has been doing these things since the establishment of Night City. Who would be able to deal with this?

It would be nice for the Sixth Street Gang to collect some protection money from the company, but how about generating their own electricity?

It’s troublesome and dangerous: who knows what methods a desperate company will use to get rid of them?

Although they say they are not afraid of the company and will kill the company dog, beating the company dog ​​to death and beating the company to death are two different things.

It's another thing to be happy with your words and what you really think in your heart: it's like in the Marvel world on the other side, you can scold the government every day, but if you really think you can defeat him

Most of these people are in mental hospitals.

There are also some who may be capable and put into practice, but most of them are on the road of physical disappearance.

The sergeant leaned back: "You want me to die."

That means no more.

Lille thought for a while and said: "Adecado wants to establish a foothold in the bad land, and they will install a set of solar and wind power equipment there.

Coronado Farm’s main electricity consumption is residential electricity, and I think small-scale power supply is no problem. "

What Lille did not say is that if conditions permit, they can even obtain the patent for the cultivation of alcohol 2 from biotechnology and build a thermal power station.

The sergeant's back straightened as he had just leaned back.

This is to snatch meat from the Ye Group.

And the sergeant thought for a moment and realized that it was really not a fantasy.

First of all, there are no technical barriers to clean energy. Since Lille can produce a large number of self-produced first-generation prosthetics and other goods, it shows that Adecado has this technical foundation.

What needs to be solved is the supply chain and construction. The sergeant doesn't know much about it, but he knows that the homeless are all experts in logistics, and they often rely on infrastructure orders to survive.

In terms of the social environment, the Sixth Street Gang would definitely not be able to harass Lille's designated associates, and they would have to take the initiative to help keep an eye on them.

He didn't even need to say anything, his people knew to stay away and not to cause trouble.

Therefore, the maintenance cost may be lower than that of large companies.

If you think about it, the only and biggest problem is the Badlands.

If you want to build a power generation array in a bad land, you cannot avoid military technology. The Ye Group can hire professional military technology to blow up the power generation array.

But this is not a question that the sergeant needs to think about.

So he gave Lille a thumbs up: "Man, I understand."

"I won't lose your money." Lille added, "As long as the power station runs smoothly, we can also pay you a sum of money. You just need to take good care of the power distribution station."

"It's easy to talk." The sergeant smiled even more, "Am I doing this for money? Of course it's for win-win cooperation.

By the way, this is my second batch of goods."

"You talk to Adecado's people, I'm not responsible for this."

After saying that, Lille was ready to get up and leave.

"By the way." The sergeant also stood up and picked up a suitcase from the table, "This is the day's prize.

Although I guess you may not be short of money, you can never have too much of a good thing. "

Leer nodded happily and took the box: "You can indeed study it and contact me if you have any questions."

Watching Leer leave the room, the sergeant finally breathed a sigh of relief:

When hiring a group of mercenaries, of course the matter will not be over until the mercenaries are sent away.

To be honest, in this incident, he and the traitors were both very embarrassed -

Their strength is actually not enough to resist the two groups of mercenaries.

Since the nuclear bomb exploded, the street firepower in Night City has actually weakened a lot compared to previous eras.

Just like after the collapse of the old network, the company rebuilt the network with a hundred thoughts. Of course, Night City, which has been rebuilt many times, also has such problems, and the control is much stricter.

so.

"We still need to strengthen our armaments."

The sergeant walked to the other end of the building, and a soldier quickly came out of the room on the side of the corridor and approached him.

"Boss, a lot of people died this time."

"The pension is not enough?" The sergeant was surprised, "Isn't it?"

"That's not true. It's just that some senior officers have no relatives."

"Are you new here?"

The soldier nodded, and the sergeant said slowly: "If you have no relatives, just pay the money to my account - think about it with your pig brain, they have no relatives to mess with me, am I not their big brother?!"

"Uh, the rest."

"Others are paid normally. By the way, you are new here. I warn you, this money is for those who pay well. Anyone who swallows it will be shot just like the person before."

Gunfire is very expensive, and bullets are much cheaper.

Thinking of this, the sergeant asked again: "Is there not much money in the account?"

"Not much." Xiaobing paused after answering and said tentatively, "We asked one thing from those traitors. Artillery asked them to study using beta acid to create hallucinogens. We can do it too."

"No." The sergeant shook his head, "Production is too energy-consuming. How many people who know chemistry can be found in a place like Saint-Domingue?

It’s better to grab it directly. Remember, we only do three types of business:

Arms, rental and modification of armed vehicles, and security services, the rest are all small matters. If you want to do it, I will tell you personally. "

"Understood."

When he walked outside the door, the sergeant raised his head and suddenly saw a large number of civilians standing in a long queue outside the wire door.

Seeing his boss's gaze, the soldier immediately explained:

"Boss, they were all laid off by the company. They said that the company didn't give them layoff compensation, and they hoped to find us to 'get' it back for them.

Others come to register for military service. "

The so-called taking it back, of course, means selling factory and company information to assist the Sixth Street Gang in their illegal activities.

The sergeant smiled——

Yes, after doing this, there will be new blood and channels for work.

To be honest, he had other reasons for not developing the production of hallucinogens that Art Cannon tinkered with. It was just a bit embarrassing to say in front of his subordinates:

This Burger King has now started to produce drugs. What if the car crashes in the end?

And this big brother doesn’t seem to like these things.

It would be funny if a person kills himself with two blows.

It’s better to be sensible - if they rob the company, we will rob the company too.

"Go and click the gun in the armory. By the way, what's your name?"

"Darius Miles, the boss."

"Very well, Darius, click the gun and get ready to go out and help these little lambs get paid.

The momentum is so good now that I want at least one of the headlines tomorrow morning:

‘Maliciously asking for wages! A certain company was attacked by unknown illegal forces, and the attackers wrote on the wall, "Give me my hard-earned money."

The sergeant stretched in the sun - he still had to see a prosthetist for a check-up.

Just then, he received a message.

[Sender: Gemstone Green Nightclub]

[Dear Mr. Morton: Baoshi Qing will hold a banquet in the near future. As our distinguished VIP customer, you will receive an invitation. 】

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