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

Most of them are stalls set up by shelter residents, while many are locals who want to make some "new money" by taking advantage of the excitement of the festival.

“…… So our task today is to eat and drink at the celebration? Looking at the stamp pen in his hand, Pai raised an eyebrow and touched his chin.

Yesterday, Chu Guang found her in a matter-of-fact manner, she thought it was a particularly troublesome task, but she didn't expect it to be so simple.

Eat and drink from the stalls on the street looking for shelter residents, then poke them on the stall owner's VM's electronic scoresheet.

What a strange task.

"Don't underestimate this important task," seeing the disapproval on Payi's face, Xiao Yu, who was holding a stamp pen, said seriously, "Brother Chu said that this is a very important 'wanjia activity', and many shelter residents have been looking forward to it for a whole year. If they get a perfect score, they'll be happy all year round. ”

"And Brother Chu also said that there will be some strange food mixed in during the celebration, and if you find it, you must immediately press the alarm button on the VM."

Because of obsessive-compulsive disorder, she finished the words once without breathing, and finally coughed twice with shortness of breath.

"Huh!? Is it so scary? ”

Looking at the frightened Pai, Xiao Yu nodded seriously.

"Hmmm! So, don't take it lightly, especially if you come across a guy called a mosquito. ”

Seeing that Xiao Yu didn't look like he was joking, Pai looked around nervously.

Alyssa, who was walking next to the two, tilted her head.

"If you get a perfect score, you'll be happy...... Wouldn't it be okay to get high scores for them all? ”

She felt that the Vault residents were very nice people, and she couldn't bear to think about giving them a bad review.

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

Maybe it's because she's been through too much, but her temperament looks much more mature. Although she is about the same age, when she stands next to the two, she is obviously more like an older sister.

The little fish shook his head.

"In that case, it would be unfair to people who are serious about the task."

"Not to be underestimated, I didn't expect this simple task to have such a rich connotation!" With a boost of energy all over his body, Pai said with a blazing eye, "It's decided!" It's up to Pai to be the bad guy! ”

Let's get a few zeros first!

Xiao Yu frowned and said.

"No, you have to have a fair ruling!"

Otherwise, there would be no one to choose her next year.

Alyssa asked curiously, looking at Xiaoyu.

"You've been talking about the mission...... But isn't this a celebration? ”

Xiaoyu: "Actually, it's about the same meaning, Brother Chu said, everyone is a task master, and it is common sense to treat activities as tasks." ”

Pai asked curiously.

"What's a Quest Master?"

The little fish shook his head.

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

What a hard worker......

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

Rush to the front no matter what.

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

"We can't live up to their efforts."

"Hmm!" Xiao Yu nodded happily, "Come on!" ”

"Let's start with sweets!" Pai, who had been on guard a minute ago, looked excitedly as soon as he walked to the edge of the snack street.

Looking at the two people who jumped in, and the street full of fireworks in front of her, Alyssa couldn't help but smile on her face.

It's a sight I've never seen before in Boulder.

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

People hurried by with their heads bowed, following the rules like puppets carrying strings, going from place to place, without knowing where they were going.

Now that everything is starting again, people can think about it for themselves, thinking about what the future path should be, what kind of person they want to become, where they want to go or which star they want to go.

Thinking of yesterday's conversation with the manager, a flash of realization suddenly appeared in Elisa's mind about why the manager told her that "there is no answer".

It is only natural for the members of the workers' union to feel confused about the future after the victory, which in itself is the spoils of the victors.

Only mountains, rivers, birds and animals will not be confused.

“…… It's great to talk to him. ”

It would be nice if you could go shopping with the manager......

You can tell him about this discovery yourself.

Alyssa thought about it, and the brim of her hat hanging with broken snow suddenly became hot, and she shook her head with a red face, driving away this extravagant thought.

The esteemed manager must be busy doing behind-the-scenes work, and disturbing him at this time will definitely bother him.

‘…… My father said that Alyssa was already an adult and could not always think of relying on others. ’

Alyssa clenched her fists, silently thinking in her heart.

If you have something delicious to eat in a while, bring him some too!

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

The two of them were standing in front of a strange machine, their eyes sparkling as they looked at the cotton wrapped around a wooden skewer.

"Oooh! What kind of cotton is that? ”

"How do you eat this! You're the mosquito! Recognizing the person standing next to the machine, Xiao Yu screamed in surprise.

Pai, who was standing nearby, was immediately alert and ducked away from the machine.

was amused by the actions of the two, and the strange laughter without conscience suddenly broke out loud, and he didn't want to be remembered together.

"Hahaha, have you become infamous for this?" Poked the mosquito with his elbow and said with a wicked smile.

"Cut! What do you mean by notoriety, Lao Tzu this is called-" The mosquito who glanced at himself was looking at the customer, and his eyes instantly widened when he saw Pay, "?!" You're the saint - ahem! Is that oil?! ”

"What?" Pai folded her arms and frowned, "You guys are rude...... Hey, have I seen you somewhere? ”

A flattering smile appeared on the mosquito's face.

"It was a misunderstanding...... By the way, I never had a chance to say thank you in person, and I really appreciate that jet fuel! Great help! ”

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

Carried away by the praise, Pai instantly put that little unpleasantness behind him and said proudly.

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

"Hehe," said the mosquito, smiling embarrassedly, rubbing his hands, "Is there anything else like that, finished products and recipes?" ”

"Something like that?" Pai gave him a strange look, "What are you talking about, that kind of strange thing is just a little bit of a makeover, you don't plan to continue working on chemically powered vehicles, do you?" ”

Mosquito said anxiously.

"Can't you? It can be used too! ”

Pai shook her head.

"Give it up, that kind of thing was almost obsolete in the Age of Prosperity, and who would take the time to study that thing. If you ask me this question, it's like you're asking about some recipe for improving black powder, and all I can tell you is a little sugar. ”

Killing and Persuasion glanced at each other, the latter shrugged helplessly, and the former scratched his head.

The mosquito sighed.

"That's right...... There's some truth to that. ”

Think about it too.

After all, the era of prosperity is in the setting, but in the era when the FTL engine and anti-gravity device are made, it is possible that the chemically powered rocket will be eliminated eight lifetimes earlier.

Regarding "Wasteland 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, but some "low-foundation" technologies are theoretically supported in reality.

In other words, it can be used directly.

The official and the private sector have gathered a lot of wool because of this, and even have formed a tacit understanding, but these are all off-topic.

Even if there are not so many complicated entanglements of interests, he still enjoys this light-hearted joy to MMORPG.

"Ah...... I almost forgot about the business," Mosquito snatched three marshmallows from the deadly hands, and diligently stuffed them into the hands of the three customers, and handed the VM out with a smile, "The three judges took the trouble to give a good review, thank you!" ”

Feng Qing, who was standing next to him, kindly reminded him.

"If you take the initiative to praise it, you will be deducted points."

The mosquitoes were startled.

"! Why am I just saying it casually, is it so strict? ”

Last time too!

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

The ghost's expression subtly looked away.

"Because some of the judges don't quite say no."

Whether or not she has restored that taste, she is actually not confident, it is all desserts that she has eaten when she was very young.

However, her worries were clearly unfounded.

Within two seconds, an exclamation rang out in front of the booth.

"Uh!! This one is delicious! Does the cotton need to be spit out – huh? It's not cotton? Melted in the mouth! ”

Pai's eyes widened in surprise.

The little fish on the side had already buried its face in the marshmallow, and its eyes had completely turned the color of the marshmallow.

"This ...... How?! Alyssa took a sip of the snow-white cotton, and her eyes were full of incredulity.

She looked excitedly at the people behind the stall, but soon as if she remembered something, she whispered something embarrassedly.

"Isn't that a good recipe...... If it's not convenient to answer, I didn't ask. ”

Feng Qing 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're going to teach it to the survivors here. ”

It's not a difficult technique, it's easy to learn.

Alyssa looked at her excitedly.

"Thank you!"

In this way, even if you don't have to wait for the festival in the future, you can still eat such a delicious and magical dessert in Boulder City!

The one who was thanked was a little embarrassed, and Feng Qing smiled shyly and said.

"You're welcome, I'm glad I could help everyone."

With a red face, she looked away at the ghosts on the side.

"By the way, let's bring some for the citrus too."

"Okay!"

The ghost grinned and grabbed a small cart, moved an idle marshmallow machine and put it on, and shouted at the mosquitoes.

"Mosquito boss, lend us it!"

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

The 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! ”

In fact, before Alyssa, many NPCs had come to him curiously to ask where they bought the marshmallow machine.

It seems that it's not just marshmallows that will sell out tonight.

Goblin Technology's "black technology" is also going to sell out!

……

The other end of the snack street.

A handsome man with a thick scarf around his neck was holding the small hand of a green-haired girl.

He stopped in front of a stall selling miscellaneous goods, reached for a palm-sized display, and asked casually.

"Boss, where did you get this?"

Seeing that no one cared about the gadget finally took a fancy to it, the stall owner hid the snickering joy between his eyebrows and said heartily.

"Ah, this one, I picked it up near the inner city, I guess it's the collection of some old nobleman, if you like it, you can ...... I'll sell it to you for 10 silver coins. ”

"You're kidding, this scrap can be sold for 10 silver coins? I think 10 chips is about the same. ”

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

Seeing this, the stall owner immediately panicked and hurriedly changed his words.

"5 Silver! How about 5 Silver? ”

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

"1 silver coin, if it doesn't work, forget it, I'm still in the way of holding it."

“…… Okay, count me out! The stall owner nodded with a bitter melon on his face, but hid his joy under his buried forehead.

This was originally picked up by him.

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

Without debunking the snickering joy hidden behind that expression, Fang Chang smiled and left 1 silver coin on the stall, gently took Ladolly's little hand, and continued to walk forward with her.

Dolly, who was walking next to her, curiously leaned over to him and took a look.

"What is this...... Hey? It's like that one of yours! ”

Fang Chang said quippedly.

"They're a family, after all."

"Family?"

"Well, the difference between a father and a son," Fang Chang lightly tossed the palm-sized trader in his hand and smiled faintly, "This is a son." ”

The battery has run out of power, and there are no numbers and lines on the screen, otherwise it should be wonderful.

Speaking of which, he thought that the basic cultivators would come to the northern suburbs to look for him, so he deliberately stayed in Dawning City for so long, but he didn't expect that coward to run away.

Run, run, he won't feel sorry for that Hanhan.

Everything is self-inflicted.

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

"Did you press that button at the end?"

"No," putting the trader in his pocket, Fang Chang said in a relaxed tone, "If you don't press it, I won't press it, anyway, the result is no different." ”

He'd taken what he wanted from here, and the rest was just idle numbers.

Moreover, in the end, the chips themselves have collapsed, and the S coins linked to the chips have naturally lost their meaning, and it makes no difference whether there is a final step or not.

"But it's a surprise to say...... I didn't expect that one day Boulder City would become so lively. Looking at the bustling street in the distance, Dolly said with some emotion.

Fang Chang smiled and said.

"Got inspiration for tomorrow's headlines?"

"Hmm!" Dolly nodded, her eyes lit up, and she looked at him and continued, "Did you think anyone would see the fireworks over Boulder City and come all the way to join us?" ”

It was something that occurred to her suddenly.

In addition to the well-known survivor colonies, the wasteland is home to a number of large and small survivor communities.

There are even quite a few in Cheongsen City!

Fang Chang smiled and touched her head.

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

I remember that when the Frostspear tribe first came, they saw the smoke of the cooking stove in the northern suburbs, and walked over with the idea of giving it a try.

Unlike the ideals 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 guidance of the light.

This is true for the wastelanders, including the Frostspear Tribe, and the workers of Boulder City.

In the future, there will be more survivors fed up with the wasteland united under their common banner.

That's a greater weapon than guns.

And can do what guns can't......

At this moment, Fang Chang didn't know, as he said, under this same night sky, many people were looking at the flames burning in the air in the dark.

On the eastern outskirts of Qingquan City, more than a dozen ox carts were parked next to the road outside the city, and several caravan guards gathered together and lit cigarettes with matches.

"How do you spend the winter outside this year? The tide is ahead of schedule. ”

"Something is wrong with Boulder City, and I can't go."

"Condition? What is the situation? ”

"It's a different day."

The slightly older guard glanced at the group of "goods" next to the ox cart and pursed his lips in disgust, "If you don't bring these guys, you can still go." ”

In the past, the League did not interfere with the slave trade, but only forbade the abuse of slaves or murder on the territory of the League, and sometimes paid for the purchase of slaves in transit.

But since winning the Legion, the blue gophers suddenly stopped acting, and began to learn that the settlements on the other side of the Cloud Province prohibit all human transactions.

As a result, they don't dare to approach the borders of the alliance now, and the procurement point supplies are also splitting up.

"These damn blue gophers......" one of the guards cursed, dropping the cigarette butt in the snow and stomping it out.

The other guard cursed as well.

"I hope they don't survive the spring!"

The slaves, huddled next to the two-headed cow to keep warm, heard the guards cursing and whispered to each other.

"Where will we be taken?"

"I heard from the boss that I would go north."

"I remember what it was called......

The young man sitting in the corner suddenly interjected.

"The Free State?"

Hearing that unfamiliar voice, everyone looked at the young man.

They recognize this guy, although he looks gray-headed, but he is actually white and clean, completely different from these black and thin guys, and should be able to sell it more expensive.

About two weeks ago, shortly after they entered the province of River Valley, they found this half-dead creature in the wilderness.

Then he was caught by the gun-wielding guards, and his luggage was robbed, and he was shackled to keep them company.

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

"Have you been?"

The other, who looked younger, also interjected.

"I've heard it's a nice place."

Hearing their discussion, Kisho pursed the corners of his chapped mouth.

"Maybe."

After all that experience, he didn't want to believe hearsay anymore.

A lean young man came up to him.

"Hey, you seem to know a lot of things."

Kishu smiled self-deprecatingly.

"You don't have a good eye, what you see is just a waste."

The young man was stunned.

He'd seen a bad mouth, but this was the first time he had seen a bad mouth.

This guy is really not ordinary.

"What about you...... Know the Alliance? ”

"Alliance...... "Complexity," Kishu muttered as his eyes drifted with some complication, "It might be a good place for you." ”

The curly-haired boy lowered his head and muttered a grumbling word.

"Come on, they're as good as you say, why don't they come to our rescue?"

Kishu said casually.

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

The other boy couldn't help but whisper.

"What is salvation?"

"At least save yourself."

It's ironic.

In the end, I became the one who knew those guys best.

Kishu smiled self-deprecatingly.

But it doesn't matter.

He's already dead anyway......

Float wherever you go.

Most of the slaves looked at each other, unable to understand his riddle, and turned to talk about their destination, the place called the Free State.

Others say they went to the swamps to the north.

There's no point in discussing it, they can't decide where they're being sold, but they're idle anyway.

Only the thin-looking young man who was squatting next to Kishu couldn't take his eyes off the fireworks in the distance, muttering to himself.

"The Saved...... People who save themselves. ”

He wanted to know more about the Alliance.

It's not because of how beautiful it is in the legend, or because the fireworks are beautiful, but purely because the fierce guards have changed their faces when they mention the alliance.

It's like a mouse meeting a cat.

He wants that kind of power, too!

The power to be feared by the hyenas of the wasteland!

In the corner where no one noticed, a seed had been quietly planted......

No one knows what it will look like.

……

The Chinese New Year's Eve celebration continues, and the festive atmosphere is not only permeated on the streets, but also overflowed into the shops on the streets.

The Pirate Cove Tavern, located on the edge of Boulder City, is filled with noisy guests with the crackling of firewood in the fireplace.

Since that incident, the tavern has been closed for reorganization.

However, starting tonight's Chinese New Year's Eve, the authorities in Boulder City ended the curfew and the tavern was able to reopen.

Some of the customers who sat here drinking were mercenaries, some were workers from the ghettos, and some were citizens.

Since last week, the industrial products of Boulder City have entered the province through the trading hub of Fallen Leaf City, and the grain of the province has also flowed here.

As the cycle of logistics resumes, inferior beer mixed with water is a thing of the past.

A kilogram of corn costs less than a silver coin, while a beer costs only one silver coin, and a large cup costs only two silver coins.

According to the league's latest minimum wage of 2 silver coins per hour, even the cheapest work in the construction team can be exchanged for two beers an hour.

Not to mention those mercenaries, who generally have to add one or two zeros to the pay for their hard work compared to those who sell their physical strength.

"It's been a long time since it's been this lively."

"yes."

Several workers from the cement factory sat together, drinking beer and skewers, chatting at the flickering fireworks outside the window.

“…… The apartment building is simply amazing! I'm not afraid of your jokes, I never thought I'd ever be able to live in a house with stairs one day! ”

"It's so much easier to take a shower!"

At this time, someone drank too much and stood up and shouted.

"Praise the manager! Praise the Union! Give us beer that doesn't mix with water! And a house that doesn't leak! ”

There was a burst of laughter all around.

"Hahaha!"

"Your wish is too humble, let the alliance help you get a wife again!"

"That's not in a hurry, I heard that the managers themselves don't seem to have any."

"Hey, I wish he could have more."

"It's a pity that Lovett doesn't have a daughter, or we can actually fight for it to make Boulder City and the Alliance more closely combined...... In the sense of bloodline. ”

Although the workers' union always says that ideals are stronger than blood, it still can't stand people's simple aspirations and enthusiasm.

The old men in the city with their nostrils turned to the sky are gone.

The gangs outside the city were wiped out.

The fierce mercenaries are also carrying their tails between their legs.

The Alliance's military strength is incomparably stronger.

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

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

The bartender, who was standing behind the bar, glanced at him and said in a casual tone.

"Something?"

The man took off his hood and looked surprised at the bartender standing behind the bar.

"You're still alive?"

The bartender said with a faint smile.

"Is there any reason why I have to die?"

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

This guy is certainly not some bartender, but White Shark, the owner of the Pirate Bay Tavern.

This guy likes to stand at the bar and wash his glasses, so he's always mistaken for a bartender, but those who know this guy well know that he doesn't know how to mix alcohol at all, unless poison counts as alcohol.

Buying and selling liquor is only one of the tavern's sources of income, and the bigger deal is actually another intermediary business.

The nobles of the inner city have inconvenient tasks that require manpower, and it is difficult for them to come into contact with those vulgar mercenaries and gang members, so they will need the role of middlemen. Some businessmen who need to hire bodyguards will also find reliable middlemen to introduce reliable people.

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

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

The man didn't drink, just said to himself.

"The boss and second-in-command of the Poison Gang are dead."

White Shark said in a casual tone.

"At the gate of the city, I heard that the death was quite miserable."

"You don't seem surprised at all, it's your big customer...... Oh, I see," the man looked at him with a smirk on his face, "You guy, you've been working as a dog for the alliance for a long time." ”

If the alliance wants to eliminate the gangs outside the giant wall in the shortest possible time, it is undoubtedly the easiest way to start with the business that these middlemen have touched.

Without denying the statement of the man in front of him, White Shark said with a faint smile.

"Not everyone is qualified to be a dog for the league, and it's an honor for me to serve the real bigwigs...... Also, if you don't want to be kicked out, it's best to change the way to a polite address. ”

For example, informants.

This is what the Guards called him, and he preferred it.

"Don't do that, man," the man smiled and waved his hand, making a gesture of begging for mercy, "so what? What should I call you? ”

White Shark said in a casual tone.

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

The man narrowed his eyes.

"So what if I don't want to drink today, but want to contact some reliable mercenaries?"

"Then you've got the right person."

Stopping to wipe the glass, White Shark put the glass and rag aside, looked at the man in front of the bar and continued.

"Tell me, what's the job?"

The man spoke slowly.

"There's something wrong with the business in the south, and I need some guys who can fight, at least ten or more people, and enough firepower."

White Shark raised an eyebrow.

"Marauders?"

"It's not ......," the man shook his head and said with a gloomy expression, "It's not a simple job like a marauder, it's about mutants. ”

"Yes, the average mercenary group probably won't be able to meet your needs," White Shark touched his chin, thought for a moment, and then took out a tablet from under the bar and handed it to him, "Fill in your needs." ”

Taking the tablet, the man was slightly stunned.

"What is this?"

White Shark said briefly.

"The terminal of the Mercenary Guild."

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

"You may not know when you first came, some time ago, the alliance set up a mercenary guild pilot in Boulder City, and now the mercenaries in Boulder City need to register and file before they can take over the work."

Because the bars they join are marked on the map provided by the Mercenary Guild, most of the bars for the mercenary community have become the "offline outlets" of the Mercenary Guild.

The man's brow twitched.

"Even you're organized?"

"Yes, and it's mandatory," White Shark shrugged, "The guild is responsible for assessing the mercenary level, assessing the success rate of the mission, saying that it is to match the difficulty of the task with the qualification of the practitioner...... Issuing a difficult mission to a low-level mercenary will result in joint and several liability. ”

The man said in surprise.

"That sounds a bit like that mercenary guild in the Free State of Bugerra to the north."

White Shark shrugged his shoulders.

"It's not exactly like that, for example, the commission, where in addition to the commission paid to the Mercenary Guild, there is an additional guarantee paid by the employer."

The man asked, frowning.

"What's that?"

White Shark said casually.

"It's like insurance, but it's not quite like the foolish thing that the Boulder Bank used to make. For example, if you are disabled, someone will help you replace your prosthesis, and when you reach retirement age, you will be given a pension or something. In Bugra I remember it was a value-added business, you had to buy it yourself, but here it was mandatory. ”

The man pursed the corners of his lips.

"Heh, do you tie up those people with money?"

White Shark laughed.

"Sort of, the pension is linked to the mercenary level, so if you don't want the pension to be in vain, it's best not to touch some black work that has not been recorded, deducting points is a trivial matter, and revoking qualifications is a big deal."

It's a brilliant idea.

The reason why those mercenaries do not obey discipline is largely because they have no scruples.

Most of them have no concept of saving, and live a life of drinking and getting drunk today, after all, they can't die tomorrow because of a small mistake.

It's hard to expect someone who doesn't plan to live beyond the age of 35 to think about it many years from now.

Now, through the Mercenary Guild, the Alliance forces them to save for their future lives, and at the same time uses this money as a constraint to control them.

If a mercenary accepts work normally, there is a high probability that he will receive work within his ability, and his current and future life is guaranteed.

And if the black work that has not been filed and violates the laws of the alliance is discovered, it will not only be punished by the law enforcement agencies, but also by the mercenary guild.

If the qualifications for employment, that is, the level of mercenaries, are downgraded, not only will they not be able to receive jobs, but their future living standards will also be affected.

On the other hand, the mercenary guild can also act as a constraint on both the employer and the employed, reduce the cost of trust between the two, and prevent the harm that the commission itself may cause to society.

Although they are all called mercenary guilds, the original intention and nature of the alliance to establish mercenary guilds are completely different from those of the Bougerra Free State.

The latter is "outsourcing labor" for the sake of corporate benefits, 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 bunch of outlaws change careers in place, there are so many places in the wasteland that need them, they can't do other jobs, and they can't adapt to the routine work. But you can't leave it alone, there are a bunch of these guys in Boulder City. So the Coalition compromised, private forces were necessary to exist in the wasteland, but they had to be regulated. ”

The man said with a frown.

"But if you file it, won't a lot of commissions be done."

For example, some murderous commissions.

"Hehe, if you want to find someone to do unclean work, you can find it, but I'm afraid I can't help you here...... The people in the alliance are staring at me very closely, I don't want to make money that I don't want to spend my life, and you don't want to hit the muzzle of the gun yourself, do you? ”

Seeing that the man was silent, White Shark smiled faintly and continued softly.

"But if it's clean work, like exploring ruins, running errands, exterminating marauders or something...... I can even help you get a more professional expert. ”

The man raised an eyebrow.

"More professional?"

White Shark nodded slightly.

"That's right, many of the Vault's residents have also registered mercenaries, many of them veterans who have returned from Luoxia Province, and they are much better than those stragglers in terms of equipment and experience. If you want to deal with a bunch of mutants, there's no better person than them. ”

Hearing this, the man held his breath.

A veteran saved from Luoxia Xing!

If he can hire some blue coats from the Alliance, his hometown will be saved!

"How do I get those people?"

White Shark smiled pleasantly and tapped his index finger at the tablet in his hand.

"I've already told you the method, do a good job of registration and filing honestly, and then pay a deposit and pay a part of the remuneration in advance."

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

In the past few days, the chapter may not be able to show it, so don't be impatient

(End of chapter)