But in the immortal constellation where there are many changes like dogs, their lives are obviously not that valuable, and it would be good to have two million scarlet seals.

Today's warriors have been reduced to being measured by money, and I don't know if it's a sorrow or a misfortune.

Without any preparation, Calais took the task and left the place to find trouble with the hapless fellow.

"Hmm, someone took the order?" In a dimly lit room, a woman was a little surprised to see the news that her mercenary had been ordered online.

"I didn't expect that this price can kill the difference, it's really worthless." The woman chuckled, a little unimpressed.

"Didn't you notice that it was a satellite-level order? Maybe it's a rookie, and I can't get into it myself. Another man's voice appeared, jokingly.

"See this man's profile?" Another rugged voice rang out.

Hearing this, the woman was also a little interested, so she clicked on Calais's information and checked it.

There are no photos or anything like that, just resumes of completed tasks. Those tasks will not reflect the specific content, but there are detailed ratings on them, all of which are given by the cosmic mercenary organization personally, and have strong authority.

"Five years ago, all missions were assassinations." Seeing Calais's resume, the woman's voice was a little surprised, but many of them were indeed interested.

"It's all low-level people on the planet, what's there to be surprised about." The young man's voice was full of disdain, still looking down on Calais.

"Huh." Hearing the young man's words, the woman chuckled.

"These characters all bear the insignia of the war zone." A rough voice appeared at the right time, and saw a flame sign underneath the mission.

"Warzone!?" Hearing this, the originally frivolous young man jumped up, a little incredulous, and looked at the microcomputer in the woman's hand.

The flame symbol is a special symbol given by the mercenary organization, and it is usually used to distinguish the harsh environment and improve the mission level.

There are a total of four logos, which are the war zone represented by flames, the defeat of more than three times represented by skeletons, the war zone represented by lightning, and the super power represented by chess.

And Calais's missions are almost always marked with flames and chess.

This made the young man's eyes straight.

"These are all assassinations of high-ranking officers in the midst of war?" The man's words were a little incredulous.

Among the super forces assessed by the mercenary organization, there are not many chess marks that can be obtained, and even underground world super organizations like Free Nation and Black Crow are not rated as chess!

The ancient chess pattern with a ball on top and an hourglass on the bottom usually represents a country!

And in addition to the country, in the eyes of the cosmic mercenary organization, what can be counted as a super power is the covenant!

Even Enlightenment, which has always been in opposition to the covenant, is not on the list.

Flames and chess are inevitably reminiscent of assassinating high-ranking officers in war.

It's really daring!

With this, the woman and the crowd were able to raise their interest in Calais.

"Perhaps, the right person?" The rugged voice made a suggestion, waiting for an answer.

Hearing the rough voice say this, the young man stopped being frivolous, and both looked at the woman lying on the sofa at the same time.

"What's the hurry? Observe again. The woman said lightly, as if it were ordinary, not as exaggerated as the young man had shown.

However, the two of them could see a strong interest in the woman's gaze.

At this moment, the microcomputer in the woman's hand suddenly made a "ding dong" sound.

Mission accomplished!

In just ten minutes from the completion of the pick-up, Calais killed the guy named Cheng Jian.

A mission is accomplished, and it's a little outrageously fast.

"How can it be so fast!?" The young man couldn't believe it, his heart was roaring wildly, he didn't think that anyone could kill a powerhouse so quickly.

"Perhaps, he happened to be next to him." Looking at the young man's uncalm appearance, the rough voice comforted.

It's not impossible.

After all, the seemingly ancient cosmic mercenary system is actually very advanced, and it can accurately locate the surrounding tasks, so that it can be quickly picked up and arrive at the scene in the shortest possible time.

So it's very common to pick it up nearby.

But that's not where the key is.

"Even if you give it to him in the face, ten minutes to kill the alien." The young man looked at the rough voice, and the two looked at each other, and the young man did not flinch in the slightest.

"Besides, it's still an old brand like Cheng Jian, can you do it if you change it?" The young man's continuous questioning even seemed a little crazy.

"Yes, I can kill him with a single sword." The rugged man's reply, as if to anger the young man, choked him speechless.

"At least the supernatural." Then, the rugged man added, which eased the young man's originally ugly face a little.

"Hmm, this guy is very interesting, there are no abnormal reports from Qingcheng." At this moment, the woman's voice interrupted the quarrel between the two.

"Such an interesting fellow, let me have a private chat with him." With a crooked smile on her face, the woman clicked on the private chat with Calais.

Calais, who had just finished killing Cheng Jian, was obviously not as exaggerated as they said, but it was already easy for him to kill a changer.

One step out, as soon as the sound was killed, Cheng Jian didn't react yet, just like a Hong Zhong piercing his ears, he instantly bled from seven orifices, and fell into a short period of distraction.

Calais, who was approaching easily, waved his right hand lightly, and the dagger that reflected the cold light slashed across Cheng Jian's throat, and a strong man fell into Calais's hand.

This knife was pulled out by Calais from the outside of Cheng Jian's thigh.

Looking at Cheng Jian's body lying in a pool of blood, Calais licked his tongue, looking a little unsatisfied.

Killing those who were stained with blood with his own hands would give Calais an inexplicable pleasure in his heart. Especially when Calais passed his resume and knew that Cheng Jian was a person with countless blood on his hands, the feeling of pleasure was even more obvious in Calais's heart.

That's why Calais takes a look at the resume.

Maybe the resume will not write how kind a person is, but there will be a lot of basic introductions, and at the first glance of the meeting, Calais can roughly see through a person. Those stained with blood could not escape Calais's keen sense of smell and sharp gaze.

"Off the fire." The red flames appeared in Calais's hand, and with a slight flick, the fierce flames covered the whole body of Cheng Jian's corpse, and disappeared in a moment, leaving only a gray and black place.

Before leaving, Calais did not forget to "clean" the battlefield.

But just as Calais was about to step out of here, the microcomputer in his hand received a message from someone else.

(End of chapter)