The headquarters of the Central Mercenary Regiment, located between the Central Greenhouse No. 7 and the Central Greenhouse No. 8, geographically speaking, it does not belong to any greenhouse, and can be considered an independent gathering place, a bit like an ice tribe.

However, in terms of equipment, its infrastructure is much higher than that of the Ice Plains tribe. Whether it's small barriers and barriers, a constant supply of heating inside, or a well-established urban structure, it looks like a small greenhouse.

This is the third year after Angelica established the Central Mercenary Regiment, and spent a lot of resources to establish the corps station.

The reason for this is because as a very large mercenary group, no matter which greenhouse they are stationed in, it will have a certain negative impact on the stability of the local residents and the security force.

So, Angelica made such a decision, modeled on the Western Employers' Federation.

As for the Eastern Mercenary Alliance, they directly dispersed all their forces in each greenhouse, established a small mercenary base, and then carried out radiation management with the No. 1 greenhouse in the east as the center.

This approach can't be said to be bad, after all, in a way, it does greatly reduce management costs and increase the scope of influence. But in the same way, it is also difficult for them to quickly gather vitality when necessary to deal with an extremely difficult entrusted task.

So there are pros and cons to each one.

And the reason why Angelica chose the management method of the Western Federation is, to a certain extent, also due to her own psychological tendencies.

She obviously prefers to hold the core in her own hands rather than radial management, which seems to be a somewhat paranoid desire for control. She was afraid of losing, presumably because of someone she had lost.

Angelica doesn't like the feeling of being out of control, because her life has been out of control at one point.

So much so that she even made an oath for this, vowing that no matter what, she would never let that happen again.

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Lan Daoqi's team arrived at the Corps station at the end of September.

When they entered the station, it was just the middle of a snowy day.

White snowflakes lay on their shoulders, making them look a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, after entering the station, you can avoid it.

"Huh." Gently exhaling a breath of cold air, Ed said as he walked beside Lan Daoqi.

"It's so cold."

"There's nothing to say, the first half of this year has been relatively warm." Lan Daoqi glanced at this useless sniper and replied lightly.

"That's true." Hank, the assault man who walked in the middle of the line, nodded.

"This year's weather is indeed much better. It's not like a few years ago, when I stood in the snow for a while, my feet felt like I was unconscious, and I couldn't move. ”

"If you keep going like this, will the ice on this ice sheet melt?"

"Let's stop your legs first, it's always shivering, like a sieve."

"Hahahaha."

Maybe it's because everyone has a good relationship, so the laughter in this team is always endless.

As the gate of the station gradually closed, the mercenaries standing in front of the door also felt the warmth of their bodies.

"So." Vice-Captain Girger shook off the snowflakes on his body as he looked at Randolph and asked, "Where are we going after that, Captain?" ”

"Hmm." Lan Daoqi pondered for a while and said, "Let's go to the management department first, and submit the report that should be submitted." ”

"Ahh Ed, who was on the other side, began to slap again, in exchange for a silent elbow blow from Gelger, and then stopped talking.

The mercenary management department of the Central Mercenary Corps, built in the center of the station, is responsible for handling all kinds of information on the resident mercenaries and mercenaries abroad, and can be said to be the largest clerical organization in the corps.

However, despite its more serious name, it is clearly more like a mercenary tavern on the outside.

In addition to the formally dressed staff and thick piles of documents at the front desk, the building, called the Management Department, was full of mercenaries sitting at the wine table drinking and chatting with the station.

In Nabel's words, it's called Corps welfare.

Considering that there are too many documents to deal with, mercenaries need to wait for a certain amount of time every time they inquire about information, so Secretary Nabel has set up a drink service here.

However, these services are not free, and in a way, they also promote a certain amount of "domestic sales of production capacity".

According to the financial statements for the second quarter of this year, the income here ranks third in the performance of commercial individuals in the entire station, second only to the Corps' equipment sales and leasing services. Accounting for 20% of the same market, it has the potential to lead the entire pub industry in the site.

So much so that next year, Nabel also plans to expand the area of the management department, and then use it as the center to create a large-scale commercial system integrating food, accommodation, alcohol and entertainment, so as to promote the internal consumption of the Corps.

How to say, Angelica asked her to be a secretary, maybe she really found the right person.

For newcomer Mansha, it was her first time to come to the management department.

This made her seem a little nervous at this time, and when Lan Daoqi stood at the front desk and lined up, she always stood aside with her head down, not daring to say a word. I'm afraid that if I say something wrong, I will provoke everyone's ridicule.

However, there are so many people here, so no one will notice me.

Secretly looking around the noisy surroundings, Mansha thought of this and unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

But before she could finish her breath, a voice sounded beside her.

"Hello, looking at your appearance, you should be a newcomer. My name is Elena, what's your name? ”

Mansa was startled by the sudden voice, and when she looked sideways, she saw a lady smiling gently.

The other party's smile looked very friendly, with a kind of sister-next-door kindness, which calmed Mansha's nervous heart a little.

It was probably half a ring before Mansha came back to her senses, then quickly took a step back, bowed and said.

"Yes, yes, I'm a newcomer, my name is Mansha, please advise."

"Haha, don't be so restrained, I was the same as you when I first came, and I felt out of place anywhere. But it's good to get used to it, the people in this place are nice and won't bully you. ”

Elena said, handing Mansa a piece of candy the size of a fingernail.

"Do you eat sugar?"

"But, is that okay?" Mansa looked a little flattered, after all, the price of a piece of candy is not cheap in this year.

"Of course."

"That, thanks, thank you." Mansha lowered her head and took the candy and put it in her mouth, the sweet taste finally relaxing her.

"Hehe, you're such a lovely girl." Elena smiled and shook her head, her gaze falling on the snowflakes that had not yet melted between Mantha's hair.

"You just came back from outside?"

"Hmm." Mansha nodded: "This is my first time at the Corps station. ”

"Well, can you tell me about your commission, you know, clerks like us don't have the opportunity to go out often."

"Okay, okay, I can show you the pictures I took."

"Really, and the photos? That's great, show me. ”

On this side, Mansha and her new friends have a lively chat.

On the other side, several snowmobiles carrying on-board revolvers, also parked in front of the gate of the station.

"Bang!"

As the door slowly opened, a sharp-eyed woman in a dark green military uniform stepped out of the car.

She wore a heavy overcoat over her shoulders, a military cap on top of her head, dark brown hair curled in the wind, and a communicator in her hand, shouting at the barricades of the station.

"This is Angelica of the Scavenger Squad, please open the door."