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

   Most of the shelter residents set up stalls, and a few locals followed suit, intending to make some "new money" while the festival was lively.

   "...So our duty today is to eat and drink at the celebration?" Looking at the stamp pen in his hand, Pa Yin raised his eyebrows and touched his chin.

   Yesterday, Chu Guang found her in a serious way. She thought it was a particularly annoying 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 at the electronic scoring table of the stall owner VM and you are done.

   What a strange task.

Shuo underestimated this important task." Seeing the disapproval on Pa Yin's face, Xiaoyu, who was holding a stamp pen, said solemnly, "Brother Chu said, this is a very important 'anjia activity', and many shelters Residents have been looking forward to it all year. If they get good reviews, they will be happy all 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 VM's alarm button immediately."

  Because of obsessive-compulsive disorder, she finished speaking without breathing, and at the end she coughed twice short of breath.

   "Wrong!? So scary?"

   Looking at Pa Yin who was frightened, Yu nodded earnestly.

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

   Seeing that Xiaoyu didn't look like he was joking, Pa Yin looked around nervously.

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

   "As long as you get full marks, you'll be happy... can't you just get high marks for all of them?"

   She felt that the residents of the shelter were very good people, and she couldn't bear the thought of giving them bad reviews.

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

   Maybe because she has experienced too many things, her quality looks much more mature. Although they are about the same age, when standing next to the two, she is obviously more like a sister.

   Fish shook his head.

   "In that case, it's not fair to those who do the task seriously."

   "It's not to be underestimated, I didn't expect this simple task to have such rich connotations!" With all his energy, Pa Yin said with bright eyes, "It's decided! Let Pa Yin be the person!"

   First hit a few zeros to add to the fun!

  Xiaoyu frowned and said.

   "No, it needs a fair ruling!"

  Otherwise, no one will choose her again in Nian.

  Alyssa looked at Xiaoyu curiously and asked.

   "You guys have been talking about missions...but isn't this a celebration?"

  Xiaoyu: "Actually, it means the same thing. Brother Chu said that everyone is a master of tasks, and it is knowledge to treat activities as tasks."

   Pa Yin came over curiously and asked.

  “What is a service leader?”

  Xiaoyu shook his head.

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

  Really hardworking people…

   Listening to the exchange between the two, Alyssa couldn't help but have a little more respect for the residents in blue jackets.

   rush ahead no matter what.

   No wonder the people of the Alliance trust them so much.

   "We can't live up to their hard work either."

   "Yeah!" Xiaoyuxin nodded, "Come on!"

   "Let's start with food!" Pa Yin, who was still on guard a minute ago, looked around excitedly when he got to the side of the snack street.

   Looking at the two people jumping and rushing in, and the street full of fireworks in front of him, Lisa's upper bane showed a smile.

   This is a sight never seen before in Boulder City.

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

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   hurried past, following the rules like puppets on strings, going from place to place without knowing where they were going)

   Now everything has started anew, people can think about this issue for themselves, think about how to go in the future, what kind of person, where to go or which star to go to.

  During the conversation between Tian and the manager, Alyssa's mind suddenly had a hint of understanding, why the manager told her, "There is no answer.

It is normal for the    workers in the workers' union to feel confused about the future after victory.

   Only mountains, rivers, and birds and beasts are indistinguishable.

   "...it was nice to have a chat with him."

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

   You can tell this discovery yourself.

  Alyssa thought about it, and suddenly the brim of her hat hung with broken snow fluttered. She blushed and shook her head, driving away this extravagant thought.

  Dear Manager Ken is busy working on the scene, so it will trouble him to disturb him at this time.

  ‘…Father said, Alicia is already old and can’t always want to depend on others. ,

  Alyssa clenched her fists and thought silently in her heart.

   There will be something delicious in a while, so let's bring some too!

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

   The two of them were standing in front of a strange machine, twining cotton on a log, their eyes shining.

   "Oh oh oh! What kind of cotton is that?

   "How do you eat this - ah! You are the mosquito!" At first sight of the person standing next to the machine, Xiaoyu cried out in surprise.

   Pa Yin, who was standing next to him, was immediately alert and avoided the machine.

   Amused by the actions of the two, the persuading and killing gods suddenly laughed out of conscience, not wanting to be remembered together and covering their faces.

   "Hahaha, has this guy got your name so bad?" He poked the mosquito with his elbow and said with a wicked smile.

"Cut! What is notoriety, I call it—" Mosquito, who rolled his eyes at his disciple, was looking at the customer, his eyes instantly widened when he saw Pa Yin, "***?! You are that holy- "Cough! Is that oil?!"

   "What?" Pa Yin folded his arms, frowned and said, "You guy is very rude... Hiss, where did I meet you?"

   Mosquito's face showed a good look.

   "That time was a misunderstanding... By the way, I have never had the opportunity to thank you in person, that jet fuel is so grateful! It's a big help!"

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

   Overcome with the compliments, Pa Yin instantly forgot the little unhappiness and said proudly.

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

   "Hey," Mosquito smiled embarrassedly and rubbed, "Is there any similar good things, finished products and formulas?"

   "Something like that?" Pa Yin glanced at him strangely, "What are you talking about, it's okay to use a strange kind of stuff for a while, so you don't plan to continue to make chemical-powered aircraft, right?"

   Mosquito said anxiously.

   "Can't you? It can be used too!"

   Pa Yin shook it.

"Well, that kind of thing was almost eliminated in the prosperous era. Who would take the time to study that thing. You ask me this question is like asking about a certain improvement recipe for black powder, all I can tell is a little bit. Add some sugar."

  Ming and Persuade looked at each other, the latter shrugged helplessly, and the former scratched his head.

   Mosquito sighed.

   "So...you make some sense in saying that."

  Think too.

   After all, the Prosperity Era is set, but in the era when FTL engine anti-gravity equipment was made, chemical-powered rockets may have been eliminated as early as eight lifetimes.

   About "Soil OL", he probably knows a little bit of the inside story. The background of the production team of this game is not simple. Although most of the technology is completely overhead, one (this chapter is not over!)

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  Some "low-basic" technologies are supported by arguments in reality.

   In other words, it can be used directly)

   The official and the public have guessed a lot of wool, and they have formed a tacit understanding, but these are all digressions.

   Even if there are not so many complicated entanglements of interests, he still enjoys this lighthearted and happy MMORPG.

"...Almost forgot about the real business," Mosquito snatched three marshmallows from his deadly hands, shoved them into the hands of the three attentively, and handed out the VM with a smile, "The three judges please give me Great review, thank you!"

   Fengqing, who was standing beside him, kindly reminded him.

   "Points will be deducted for active praise."

   Mosquito was startled.

   "***! I just said it casually, is it so strict?"

   Last time too!

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

   Guigui's expression subtly looked away.

   "Because some committees are not very likely to refuse."

  Is there any original taste? She doesn't have any confidence. It's a dessert that she ate when she was very young.

   However, her worries were unnecessary.

   Before waiting for a second, a scream rang out in front of the booth.

   "Wow!!! This is delicious! Does the cotton need to be spit out - err? It's not cotton? It melts in the mouth!"

   Pa Yin widened his eyes in surprise.

The little fish on the side of    has put his face into the marshmallow, and his eyes have completely turned into the color of marshmallows.

   "This... how did you do it?!" Alicia took a small sip of the snow-white cotton and was full of thoughts.

   She looked at the crowd behind the booth excitedly, but soon she seemed to remember something, so she added in an embarrassed whisper.

   "Is it not a good idea to ask about the recipe... If it's inconvenient to answer, I didn't ask."

   Fengqing said with a smile.

   "Actually, there is nothing 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."

   This is not a difficult technique, it is easy to learn.

  Alyssa watched excitedly.

"thanks!

  In this way, even if you don't have to wait until the festival, 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 very happy to be able to help you guys."

   With a blushing face, she looked at Guigui who was beside her.

   "By the way, we also bring some past to Citrus and the others."

   "So young!

  GuiGui grabbed a small cart with a smile, put an idle cotton candy machine on it, and shouted at the mosquitoes.

   "Mosquito boss, lend us to use it!

  Because the principle is very simple and the process is not very tedious, they not only made a cotton candy machine, but also made some preparations to sell to locals.

   Mosquito laughed and waved his hand, and said generously.

   "Take it and use it! It's up to you to open the B-end market!"

   Actually, before Eliza, many NPCs came to him curiously to hear where the cotton candy machine was bought. It looks like it's not just marshmallows that are selling out tonight.

   The "technology" of Goblin Technology will also be sold!

  …

   Eat at the other end of the street.

  A handsome man with a thick scarf hanging around his neck was holding the little hand of a green-haired aunt.

   He stopped in front of a stall selling sundries, reached out and picked up a palm-sized monitor, and said casually.

   "Boss, where did you get this thing?"

   Seeing that the gadget that the person was interested in finally got a fancy, the stall owner hid the coursing between his brows and said cheerfully.

   "Ah, this, I found it near the inner city, it's probably an old noble's collection, if you like it... I'll sell it to you for 10 silver coins.

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   "You're laughing, you can even sell 10 silver coins for one piece of waste? I think 10 chips are about the same."

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

  The stall's opinion, suddenly panicked, and quickly changed his tune.

   "5 credits! How about 5 credits?"

   Fang Chang shook his head and gestured with an index finger.

   "1 silver coin, 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 look on his face, but hid his hilarity under his buried forehead.

  This was originally picked up by him.

   Not to mention one silver, he earns half a silver coin!

   did not reveal the joy behind the expression, Fang Chang smiled and left 1 silver coin on the booth, gently pulled La Dolly's little hand, and continued to walk with her.

   Dolly, who was walking beside him, looked curiously at his hand.

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

   Fang Chang said jokingly.

   "It's a person after all."

"family?"

   "Well, father and son say goodbye," Fang Chang gently tossed the slap-sized trader and smiled, "This is my son."

  The electricity in the electricity has been used up, and the numbers and lines cannot be seen on the screen, otherwise it should be wonderful.

  Speaking of which, he thought that the fundamentalist would come to the northern suburbs to find him, so he stayed in the dawn for so long, but he didn't expect the coward to run away.

   Just run away, he won't feel bad for that Hanhan.

  Everything is self-inflicted.

  Dolly glanced at Fang Chang and asked in a low voice.

   "Did you press that button last?"

   "No," Fang Chang said in a relaxed tone, putting the trader in his pocket, "If you say no, I'll press it. Anyway, the result is not a big deal."

  He has taken what he wants from here, and the rest are just idle numbers.)

   Besides, the chips themselves have collapsed at the end, and the S coins linked to the chips have naturally lost their meaning. It doesn’t matter whether there is a final step or not.

   "It's really unexpected... I didn't expect that one day the Boulder City would become so lively." Looking at the bustling street in the distance, Dolly said with some emotion.

   Fang Changwan smiled.

   "Are you inspired for tomorrow's headlines?"

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

   This is what she suddenly thought of.

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

   There are even quite a few in Qingshi!

   Fang Chang touched it.

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

   I remember that when the Frostspear Tribe first came, they saw the smoke from the cooking smoke in the northern suburbs, and they walked over with the clansmen 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 the light will naturally go there under the light.

   This is true of the Wastelanders, including Frostspearfall, and the same is true of the workers of Boulder.

   And in the future, there will be more survivors who have had enough of the wasteland united under this common banner.

   That is a greater weapon than guns.

   And can do what guns can't do...

   At this moment, Fang Chang didn't know, just as he said, under this same night sky, no one is looking at the flames burning in the air in the dark.

  In the eastern suburbs of Qingquan City, a dozen bullock carts were parked beside the road outside the city. Several caravan guards gathered together and lit cigarettes with firewood.

   "How to spend the winter outside this year? The tide is ahead."

   "There's something wrong with Boulder City and I can't go there."

   "Situation? What's the situation?"

   "The sky has changed."

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  The guard glanced at the group of "cargoes" beside the ox cart, and scoffed in disgust, "If you don't bring these guys back."

  In the past, the Alliance did not interfere with the slave trade, but only prohibited the torture or murder of slaves on the territory of the Alliance, and sometimes paid for the slaves who passed through the border.

   But after winning the Legion, the group of blue gophers suddenly stopped acting, and began to learn that the settlements in the province of clouds prohibit everything involving human beings.

   has made them dare not approach the border of the United Nations now, and the purchase point supply is also split.

   "These **** rats..." A guard snorted, threw the cigarette **** into the snow, and stomped it hard.

   Another guard also cursed.

   "Hope they don't spring!"

  The slaves who were huddled beside the two-headed cow 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 we will go to the north."

   "I remember it was called Bu..."

   The young guy sitting in the corner suddenly said something.

   "Free State?"

   Hearing that, people all turned to look at the young man)

   They recognized this guy. Although he looked disheveled, he was actually white and white. It was completely different from these black and thin guys. It should be more expensive.

   About two weeks ago, not long after they entered the River Valley Province, they found this half-dead guy on the field.

   And then, he was caught by those gun guards, his luggage was robbed, and he was shackled to be with them.

   Thought he might know something, a boy with hair asked curiously.

"you've been to?"

   Another child who looked at the younger also interjected.

   "I heard it was a nice place."

   Hearing their discussion, Keishu pouted the corners of his mouth.

"Maybe."

   After going through those things, he was not willing to believe what he heard.

   A skinny young man came up to him.

   "Hey, you seem to know a lot."

   Kishu laughed self-deprecatingly.

   "You don't have good eyesight, what you see in front of you is just trash."

   The young man was stunned.

   He has seen stinky mouth, but this is the first time he has seen stinky mouth.

  This guy is really unusual.

   "Then you... do you know the Alliance?"

   "Alliance..." Jixiu's eyes became a little complicated, and he muttered, "There may be a good place for you guys."

  The curly-haired boy lowered his head and grumbled.

   "Come on, they're so good, why don't you come and save them?"

   Jixiu said casually.

   "They save only themselves and those who are saved."

   Another boy couldn't help but asked in a low voice.

   "What is salvation?"

   "At least save yourself."

   is ironic.

   In the end, he became the person who understood those guys best.

   Kishu laughed self-deprecatingly.

   But it doesn't matter.

  He is dead anyway...

  It counts wherever it floats.

  Most of the slaves were looking at each other, unable to understand his riddles, and turned to continue chatting about their purpose, the place called the Free State.

  Some people say that what they went to was actually the swamp in the north.

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

  Only the skinny guy who was squatting next to Ji Xiu looked at the smoke in the distance and muttered to himself.

   "The one who is saved...the one who saves himself."

   He knew a little more about the league.

   Not because of how beautiful it is in the legend, nor because the fireworks are beautiful there, but simply because the vicious guards changed their faces when they mentioned the alliance.

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   is like a mouse and a cat.

   He wants that power too!

   The power to be feared by the wasteland!

   In the corner where everyone 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 street, but also spills over to the shops along the street.

  The Pirate's Cove Tavern on the edge of Boulder City, the firewood in the fireplace is crackling, and it is not spacious and crowded with noisy guests.

   Since that accident, this tavern has been shut down for rectification.

   However, starting tonight on New Year's Eve, the Boulder authorities ended the curfew and the pub was able to reopen.

   The customers sitting here drinking are partly mercenaries, partly workers from the settlement, and some are citizens.

  Beginning last week, the industrial products of Stone City entered Luoxia Province through the trade hub of Fallen Leaf City, and the food of Luoxia Province also flowed into here through there.

  The cycle of logistics starts anew, and poor-quality beer mixed with water has become a thing of the past.

  One kilogram of corn is less than one silver coin, and a beer only needs one silver coin, and a large glass only needs two silver coins.

  According to the latest minimum wage implemented by the alliance, the hourly wage is 2 silver coins. Even for the cheapest construction work, one hour can be exchanged for two glasses of beer.

   Not to mention those mercenaries, the pay for hard work is generally one to two zeros.

   "It hasn't been this lively here in a long time.

"yes."

  Several cement factory workers sat together, drinking beer and stroking skewers, while chatting while watching the sparkling fireworks outside the window.

   "...that apartment building is amazing! I'm not afraid of your jokes, I've never been able to live in a house with a ladder one day!"

   "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 union! Give us a beer that doesn't get watered! And a room that doesn't leak!"

   There was a burst of laughter around.

"Hahaha!"

   "My wish is too humble, let the Alliance help you get another wife!"

   "Don't worry about that, I heard that the manager himself doesn't seem to have it."

   "Hey, I wish he had more babies."

   "It's a pity that Lovett doesn't have a daughter. If we want, we can actually fight for it to make the Boulder City and the alliance more closely integrated... In the sense of blood."

  Although the Workers’ Association always says that ideals are a stronger bond than blood, they still cannot hold back people’s simple aspirations and enthusiasm.

  The old men of Kong Chaotian in the city are gone.

  The gangs outside the city were wiped out.

  The mercenaries who fought fiercely have also become men with their tails between their tails.

The    Alliance military is extremely powerful.

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

   At this time, a hooded man pushed open the door and walked into the bar.

   The bartender standing behind the bar glanced at it and said in a normal tone.

   "Would you like something?"

  The man took off his hood and saw the bartender standing behind the bar, with a startled expression on his face.

   "You guy is still alive?"

   That Jiutantan smiled and said.

   "Do I have any reason to die?"

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

  This is of course not a bartender, but White Shark, the owner of the Pirate Bay Tavern.

  This person likes to stand in front of the bar and wash glasses when he has nothing to do, so he is always considered a bartender. However, those who are familiar with this guy know that this guy can't mix drinks at all, and it can also be regarded as alcohol except for poison.

  Beverage trading is only one of the sources of income for this tavern, the big deal is actually another intermediary business)

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  Some businessmen who need to hire bodyguards will also introduce reliable people from reliable middlemen.

   And this guy named White Shark is probably the most reliable middleman in this settlement. Usually if people need to ask him for help, they will ask him to order a glass of honey water.

   Seeing that the man had not ordered yet, the bartender put a glass of warm water in front of him.

  The person did not drink, but said to himself.

   "The boss of the Poison Gang and his hands are dead."

  Shark said in a normal tone.

   "The door, I heard that the death is very tragic."

"It doesn't seem surprising at all, that's your big client... Oh, I get it," the man's face showed a stunned expression, looking at him with a half-smile, "You bastard, after a long time, it turned out to be a joint problem. Be a dog."

  If the alliance wants to get rid of the gangs outside the giant wall in the shortest time, it is undoubtedly an easy way to start from the business that these middlemen have contacted.

   did not deny the statement of the person in front of him, White Shark said with a smile.

   "Not everyone is qualified to be a dog in the Alliance. It is my honor to serve a real big man... In addition, if you don't want to be kicked out, you'd better change your name to a more polite one."

   Such as informants.

   This was the name given to him by the Guards, and he preferred it.

   "Don't do this, man," the man smiled and waved his hand, begging for mercy, "So? What should I call you?"

   White Shark said in a chatty tone.

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

   The man narrowed his eyes.

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

   "Then you have found the right person."

   stopped wiping the wine glass, White Shark put the wine glass and sum aside, looking at the man in front of the bar and continued.

   "Tell me, what's your job?"

   The man spoke slowly.

   "Something happened in the south, I need some guys who can fight, at least ten people, and enough firepower.

  White shark raises eyebrows)

   "The Predator?"

   "No..." The man shook his head and said with a gloomy expression, "A job as simple as not being a predator has something to do with mutants."

   "Yes, that general mercenary group probably can't meet your needs." White Shark touched his chin. After a while, he took out a tablet from under the bar and handed it to him, "Fill in your needs."

   took the tablet, the man was slightly stunned.

"This is?"

   White Shark simply introduced.

   "The Soldier Guild Terminal."

   Seeing the man's face even more confused, he continued.

   "You may not know it when you first arrived. Some time ago, the Alliance set up a pilot mercenary guild in Boulder City. Now the mercenaries in Boulder City need to register and prepare for work."

  Because the bars you join will be marked on the map provided by the mercenary guild, most bars for mercenary groups have become the "offline network" of the mercenary guild.

   The man's brows twitched.

   "Even you guys are organized?"

"Yes, and it's compulsory," White Shark shrugged, "The guild is responsible for assessing the mercenary level, assessing the success rate of the task, and saying that it is to match the difficulty of the task with the qualifications... Publish high-difficulty tasks to the level of mercenaries. will be jointly and severally liable.”

   The man said in surprise.

   "This sounds a bit like the mercenary guild in the Bugela Free State to the north."

  White Shark shrugged.

   "It's not complete. For example, taking a share. In addition to the commission paid to the mercenary guild, there is an additional barrier 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 very similar to what happened to the lake in the old boulder bank. For example, if you are disabled, someone will change your prosthesis for you, and when you reach the retirement age, you will get a pension or something. I remember in Bugra. It is a value-added service and needs to be purchased by yourself (this chapter is not over!)

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   But here it is mandatory. "

   The man curled the corners of his mouth.

   "Heh, bind those people with money?"

  White Shark laughed.

   "Forget it, old money is linked to mercenary rank, so if you don't want your pension to go to waste, it's best not to do some shady work without preparations. Deduction of points is a trivial matter, and revocation of qualifications is a matter."

   This is a really brilliant idea.

  What the soldier refuses to obey is to a large extent, he has no scruples.

   Most of them don't have the concept of saving, and they live a life of being drunk at the moment. After all, they might die tomorrow because of a small mistake.

   It's hard to expect someone who has no intention of living past 35 at all to think about many years from now.

   And 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 jobs normally, there is a high probability that he will receive jobs within his ability, and his current and future life is guaranteed.

   And if the unreported black work is discovered and violated the laws of the alliance, he will not only be punished by the law enforcement agencies, but also by the mercenary guild.

  If the qualifications for employment—that is, the mercenary level is lowered, not only will you not be able to receive jobs, but your future living standards will also be affected)

   On the one hand, the military guild records the contents of the entrustment, which can also play a contracting role on the employer and the employed at the same time, reduce the cost of trust between the two, and prevent the entrustment itself from harming the society.

  Although they are all called mercenary guilds, the original intention and nature of the alliance's establishment of mercenary guilds are completely different from those of the Bugra 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 good for everyone.

"...It's not realistic to let a group of outlaws change their careers. There are too many places in the wasteland that need him. They can't do other jobs, and they can't adapt to work step by step. There are a bunch of these guys. The alliance is a compromise, private armed forces must exist in the wasteland, but they must be supervised."

   The man frowned and said.

   "But if you are prepared, you can't do many commissions."

   For example, some murder commissions.

"Hehe, if you want to find someone to do dirty work, you can get there. I'm afraid I can't help you here... The people from the alliance are watching me very closely. On the muzzle?"

  The man didn't say a word, White Shark smiled and continued speaking softly.

   "But if it's a clean job, than scouting, running errands and delivering goods, killing predators or something... I can even get more professional experts."

   The man raised his eyebrows.

   "More professional?"

   White Shark nodded lightly.

"That's right, many refugee residents have also registered as mercenaries, and many of them are veterans from Luoxia Province. No matter in terms of equipment or experience, they are much stronger than those stragglers. If you want to deal with groups of mutants , there is no better candidate than us."

   Hearing this, the man held his breath.

   Veterans from Luoxia Province!

  If he can hire some blue jackets from the League, his hometown might be saved!

   "How do I get some people?"

   White Shark had a happy smile on his face, and his index finger pointed at the tablet in his hand.

   "I have already told you the method, do the registration and preparations honestly, then pay the deposit and pay part of the remuneration in advance."

   "Within 24 hours, someone will arrange it for you."

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