After dealing with the prisoners of war, Simon sold old guns with little actual value, plus K82 mission honorarium, shaved out the cost of the armed homeless group, and doubled the dividends given to the mercenaries after the war. In the end, it fell into Simon's pocket for about 1,700 yuan, and if it was a more affluent gathering place, the harvest would be even greater.

The employer's generous gesture was instantly appreciated by the mercenaries. In these years, guns are much more valuable than people, and which of the wastelanders who wander in the wilderness does not have martial arts marksmanship? Unless you have obtained a special license from a big force, then you have the confidence to ask for more compensation.

During the pre-war military service, the salary of the big-headed soldiers was naturally better than nothing, but since Simon survived the Battle of Königsberg, the Rangers, who were in dire need of elite veterans, named the already famous "White Death": Simon Hayes. After being promoted to non-commissioned officer, Simon enjoyed a generous special force allowance. And the command took into account that the rangers who opened the way and cut through the thorns in front always did the dirtiest and hardest work, looking for various reasons to give subsidies, not to mention that in some cases they helped the commanders do some private work, which always started in the five figures. Before the raid on Emar Fortress, Simon's pockets were bulging, but a third of his pay was sent home, a third to the families of his fallen comrades, and later Juliana's family. The remaining one-third is used to buy drunk, and hundreds of dollars are spent in the downtown bar next to the camp. Frankly, Simon doesn't care much about money, for him, whether it is money, coins, or bottle caps, they are just a tool, and they can even be used to kill people if necessary.

Under the money offensive, the mercenaries quickly showed their "determined" confidence in following them, and Marco suggested that the leader should register a mercenary company and obtain a steel city license, so that the tasks with oil and water would have more priority.

"Let's talk about the troublesome things later, now, it's time to celebrate!" Knocking the cork on the edge of the bar, Simon raised his head and said, "I hope that on the next journey, I will have this drink every time!" ”

Eight men all drained the wine bottles in one go, the flowery escort girl twisted her waist like a water snake and wrapped it around, the punk female singer with black forehead and blood-red eyes on the stage played the guitar hysterically, the laser beams swayed people's drunken dreams and death, coins rained down, sex, violence, money, desperate hopes, mixed with the condensation of human civilization in the wasteland of nuclear war, even the brilliant industrial philosophers of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries could not judge whether this was bad or noble.

Simon was an exception, hugging a dancer with heavy makeup, but he had a good time letting the dancer squat down. Of course, it's not a saint, but he's afraid of getting a hellish disease. At the end of the year, residents will be physically examined, and once they suffer from the infectious diseases on the list, they will be forcibly disinfected, and those who fail to do so will be kicked out. If you really want to have a need, why don't you go to Adolfina, isn't the red-haired girl trying to seduce? Among the big guys, only Peter actually found a few more women to play poker, Simon took a closer look, this kid was playing Texas Hold'em, the cards were transparent and bright, and the dancers who came out of the crowd were stunned and did not stop the teenager's killing.

Simon remembered his vision of entering the city in the S3 caravan, and all three of them wanted to live a peaceful and self-reliant life, and the second half was completed, and the first half? It's too extravagant, and the days of eating with the head pinned to the waistband of the trousers are still very long. If there is a real chance, Simon is still trying to enter the Steel Guild, the system is very convenient to obtain resources, in the light and violent dream, the jailer smiled comfortably and repeatedly high and low pressure to Richard Solomon in the electric torture chair. Oh, including Solomon the woman at the gate of the city.

Survival, love, revenge. Simon, the most powerful source of human power, has lost one thing, and he has lost more vulgar qualities that should not belong to this era.

The White Death is dressed in snow camouflage and accompanies the wolves.

In the evening, Simon personally carried the drunkards back to the car, Jonathan rarely ended the drink early, and the strong man left a lot of wine money in exchange for a large amount of supplies, according to his words: "Old Joe's son has stiff wings, and now he has to raise a new group of cubs." ”

If Simon continues to work in the mercenary line for a long time, maintaining stable human resources is an inevitable choice. Coming from one of the most elite rangers in the military, Simon knows how much it takes to train a qualified special operations soldier, and then allocate bases, logistics, weapons, vehicles, communications, etc., which is not a big deal? The Northern Star is like the Steel City, standing proudly in a number of large lakes industrial cities, stabilizing the warship city, the two lakes city, the purple star city and other city-states, and holding the highest right to speak. The most important thing is none other than the Black Wall Army of the Thirteenth Council, two thousand hundred soldiers equipped with exoskeleton systems, and three hundred combat mechas. Full mecha regiment! It even maintains a full-fledged medium-sized air base, mobilizing 100,000 residents to the limit. Trade, population, and resources can all be captured, but military power cannot be borrowed from others. The war between the Coastal Empire and the Capital Alliance is becoming more and more fraught, and the arms dealers who dare to resell supplies with both hands generally die miserably, but the warlords do not, they produce force, sell force, and are always neutral.

War is fierce, neutrality is eternal...... Make hay.

Back in the city, Simon cashed the K82 mission honorarium, Simon was very familiar with the five percent reward, the steward saw that the new mercenary was knowledgeable, and under the dual effects of tobacco and alcohol, the cunning administrator seriously reminded Simon of some potential practices.

If you don't work hard in the grease of the steel city politics for a while, it will be difficult to understand the huge veins inside. After the clean-up mission, the safe and unmanned gathering place will be re-auctioned for a period of time, which is simply sweet for the second-way dealers who want to rely on the steel city to resell the materials. However, in the city auction, steel citizens and residents with good evaluations must be considered first, and in order to improve the enthusiasm of residents, the committee will put the completion of similar tasks in similar situations in the first bidding right. In other words, if Simon were to buy K82's residency rights, as long as no citizens participated, he would have won. Or transfer the bidding rights to earn an extra profit.

As a result of completing a D-class mission, a Bronze Ribbon Medal was added to Simon Hayes's Personal Ability and Mission Completion boxes in the Resident System. The more medals are accumulated, the higher the priority of rights, and the necessary assessment items are the number of medals accumulated in popular and sought-after jobs such as assessment guilds, municipal elections, and steel army recruitment. Even stepped into the black wall, and the few winners over the years were all adorned with dozens or hundreds of diamond stars. The parliament is resolutely pragmatic, and the status quo of the thirteen families with checks and balances ensures the overall fairness of the granting of citizenship. In the three civic assessments, the city-state loyalty is first demonstrated, followed by the joint sponsorship of the seven council families, and finally the medal is compared. Indispensable.

Holland Mosch, the most promising of the year's citizenship candidates, is said to have been a lieutenant colonel in the Imperial Army, in charge of the Emperor's Panzer Regiment, and he sided with the eldest prince in the battle for the throne. After fleeing to the Northern Star, he was first absorbed by Heinrich, presided over the western frontier, and successfully broke the blockade of the western wildlings, and the only western route was opened by this person. Successively served as the Iron Army and the Black Wall Army. Due to his defection in the decisive battle of the Elector, the Restpolis, who had absolute superiority, were severely damaged by the Black family. In order to repay Holland, the new Black family is working on his joint warranty, so that Holland can take the top spot in the unknown places.

"One hundred and thirty-six ......" Simon looked at Mosqi's diamond star speechlessly, indicating that this person had completed one hundred and thirty-six A-class missions. The task release screen scrolls through the four-gear task. D-class missions are nothing more than actions that can be pleased by the efforts of caravan guards, payment of special items, and cleanup, with a reward of around three digits. C-level missions are varied, such as cleaning up dangerous creature gathering places, finding people and objects, and public warfare, with a four-figure honorarium. The B-level tasks focus on the collection and maintenance of industrial equipment, the recruitment and recommendation of scientific development talents, and the five-digit honorarium. The number of A-level tasks is only slightly less than that of C-level. Hunt the Great Lake Monsters, destroy the living corpse nests in the ruins of old cities, and explore the West for every ten ghoul heads...... There is no cap on the gratuity.

It is worth mentioning that if you perform well in the Iron Guild and the Council's approved organization forces, you will be able to obtain medals in the same personal performance column as you will be rewarded with equivalent mission medals after being recommended and reviewed.

Simon walked through the F Zone market, his mind fluttering, and he bought a few bottles of real craft spirits. Crawling back into the lodgings, Simon sat in the corner of the door until midnight.

Like a bat returning to its nest, Adolfina quietly opened the door, as dark as ever, she sighed secretly, and was about to reach out to turn on the light, but a pair of hands stretched out from behind her back. According to her instinctive habits, the girl with vertical eyes must have elbowed over, and with her mutant power, it was not unusual for her to sink so vigorously that she dented the face of the sneak attacker, but in the middle of it, she stopped castration.

Simon took Adolfina into his arms, buried deep in her red hair, the gorgeous and poignant flowers, the deadly mandala, a single pattern of highly venomous sand snakes, Adolfina visibly stiffened, but she quickly relaxed, allowing her man to finally recognize the intimacy that her man seemed to hug and vent.

"Why didn't you kill me that night?" Simon whispered in her ear that Adolfina had many labels, but not mercy, and that he would not be relentless when given the opportunity to kill a former enemy. He didn't believe in blood, he didn't believe in appearance, he and she both believed in strength.

Adolfina let Simon attack the city, she turned her head sideways, her bright brown vertical pupils flashed like stars, her fingertips twitched the man's lips, and said lightly: "Your blood is much purer than others, but it is like sugar in tea, you can know it when you taste it, just like my blood." ”

"What do you want to say......" Adolfina's gown became a carpet, and Simon was too lazy to unbutton his shirt one by one, and tore it directly along the stitches. Unable to stop her crystal pale skin in the dark, Simon pressed her under him and held her delicate ankles. "You mean, I'm not human?" With some wetness, Adolfina half agreed.

"You and I, neither."