Leon is fifteen years old today, and after all these years of mixing in the Nine Domains, it is the first time that someone has remembered his birthday, although the four guys from the Lake Mercenary Regiment just said happy birthday to him, but it was warm enough. What surprised him even more was that Daddy Lake's daughter, Miss Mido, actually gave Leon her own genetic crystal card.

It was the best gift a fifteen-year-old could ever have, and what could be happier for a child in a gathering place.

Maybe there really is.

In the evening, with the sound of the No. 336 biological detector, the Yaotie gate of the Nine Domains Gathering Place was opened two and a half meters very ceremoniously, and the buzzing male duck voice of the leader of the mercenary regiment resounded in the hive building under the air purification tower.

"MGM is back!Lake, you turtle grandson should be scared again!" Old Knife's tone was filled with envy and jealousy, but after a moment of silence he added, "See you at the cream bar in half an hour...... I'm in for a treat" The last three words were surprisingly quiet, but they still made Daddy Lake's eyebrows smug.

Who made these cockroaches count on MGM's information? Who made MGM's high-level missions in the Nine Domains bring by MGM?

MGM that kid...... Lake sighed with emotion, that kid has disappeared for almost 100 days, and if he doesn't come back, these pieces of material from the Lake Mercenary Group don't know what to be bullied into.

Leon didn't know Lake's feelings, he just felt that he was so happy today, not only did he get a precious genetic crystal card, but he could also see the idol in his heart, everything came too suddenly. MGM has always been a god-like existence in his mind, and the stimulation level is the highest among the Nine Domains and even the 6 nearby gathering places, a full five-star!

For as long as Leon can remember, that guy has appeared in the Nine Domains from time to time, bringing little Leon all the knowledge of the world outside the Nine Domains, about the great mercenaries' great achievements, about the evil five-star guild that controls the fate of the mercenaries, and about the fantastic Upper City Reservation, these are the places that MGM described to Leon the most. And, most importantly, MGM, a god-like being, turned out to be a member of the Lake Mercenary Group.

If Daddy Lake is the heart of the mercenary group, then MGM is definitely the soul of the mercenary group.

Of course, Leon in the pit heard the promise of the cream bar, and he couldn't wait half an hour, took off his bulky protective suit, smoothed out the crumpled patchwork skin on his body as much as possible, and found an old goggle and fastened it on his head, which could make his disobedient hair honest for a while, besides, the wind was already blowing at this time.

He had to go to the cream bar in advance to find the best spot so that he could pay a closer look at his god, and even if he had the chance, he thought that if he had the chance, he could ask MGM how he chose the direction of the genetic intensification.

If you can hear God's guidance, this birthday today is simply perfect.

Leon buttoned up his goggles, pulled up the fiber face towel around his neck, and began to run along the dusty crossroads, the dense container buildings on both sides were quickly thrown behind him, and the garbage floating in the air was also deftly flashed by Leon, he kept surpassing all kinds of weird-shaped, clanging broken wheels, and was chased and scolded by a few frightened passers-by from time to time.

But he still ran, running against the wind that smelled of nuclear fog.

The interior and exterior decoration of the cream bar is very special, just to best meet the taste of the mercenaries, and in this era, the only ones who can afford to drink and are willing to throw all the earned metal coins in the bar may be mercenaries.

Therefore, the exterior of the cream bar is filled with lifelike huge boobs, and the interior walls are studded with glittering pieces of broken glass, as well as nude images of women, those images are the creation of holographic technology, just like real women rolling in the glass box on the wall, twisting and twisting one by one, stirring up countless coquettishness, but no matter how real and tempting, these women are just images, in the nine domains where energy is incomparably precious, and the only one who uses electricity to play this kind of thing is the cream bar.

Leon cautiously flashed into the backyard of the bar, and a chubby figure flashed half of his face from behind the door,

"Here! Shh......h

The little fat man's name is Fei Jiama, and he is Leon's only friend in the Nine Regions gathering area, but the fat man is not a child who follows the mercenary group, but a civilian who lives in the fourth layer of a container, and it is said that his family has Italian mafia blood, but unfortunately the fat man is white in addition to white skin, full of freckles, There is a light yellow curly hair, I really can't see a little domineering, when it comes to the ability to enter the ruins to fight rats, it is not as good as Leon, who is one year younger than him, the only thing that is better than ordinary people is eating, and the ability to make food is also the best, which is why he can be so fat in this year of food shortage.

Fei Jiama was very lucky, there were so many civilian children in the gathering area, only he could help cook in the cream bar, just because his uncle worked as a cook in the cream bar, so he brought Fei Jiama into his most ideal place - the back kitchen of the cream bar, where there is the best infrared incubator in the Nine Domains, where the most precious few plants are grown.

Of course, this convenience also allowed Fei Jiama to gain another 20 kilograms in the three years he worked as a chef in the cream bar.

They lurked into a gap on the second floor, where the cream bar was built with six containers side by side, just enough to fit two children between the steel frames, but according to Figama's size, he would soon be unable to get in.

At this moment, there are only thirty people waiting for MGM in the cream bar, but these thirty people almost burst the container, not because of the large number of people, but because these guys are too loud, and the noise can be heard half a street away, so passers-by understand that the mercenaries have a party today, and they all bypassed the door of the cream bar with interest, and some drunkards who came to drink on weekdays also endured the gluttony and quietly went home.

The thirty men, including Fernand, the head of the regiment with the scabbard, his assistant Bali, and four large men with red bars, also looked to be together, and they were already carrying large steel tanks filled with fuchsia liquor, and drinking red foam, a mixture of artificial raw materials and spirits, which is said to taste the same as the botanical wine of more than a hundred years ago.

At the table against the door, sat the Elder Knife of the Regiment and his three men. They are relatively quiet, and the old knife is very confident in his heart, and he will definitely pick the task brought by MGM today, because he took advantage of the convenience of guarding the goal, and was the first to send an invitation to MGM, and the others are just here to fight the autumn breeze.

The most in the bar, of course, is the bar owner's fat crisp subordinates, the number of fat mercenary group is the largest in the nine domains, although everyone knows in their hearts that fat people are also the most slippery people, fighting and fighting are the first, once a mutant beast attacks the gathering area, the speed of escape is also the first.

The number of people entering the cream bar is still increasing, and apparently some free mercenaries have also heard the news, risking a fight, and are unwilling to be lonely and squeeze in.

Just because there are so many useful things to get from MGM, even if it's just a piece of information.

After another ten minutes, the cream bar was barely crowded, and the fat mercenaries began to block the door, scolding and pushing some free mercenaries, seeing that a martial arts fight was about to break out again, Lake and MGM finally appeared.

Leon's little heart began to beat violently again, and he watched the handsome man talk and laugh and greet everyone, and his palms were sweating.

MGM is very young, and very handsome, handsome not like a mercenary, straight short blonde hair, wheat-colored skin, and a pair of green eyes, always full of charming light, if it weren't for his proud strength as a guarantee, it is estimated that there will be many mercenaries to fight his idea, very old, men's tastes are becoming more and more special.

But for now, no one dares to fight MGM's idea, his dazzling five-star rank, his detached attitude above the five-star union, and his always neat and straight white uniform all show his strength - a man who runs between the gathering place and the upper city, but always keeps his clothes neat, and his strength is not comparable to that of an upstart like Fat Crisp.

MGM also has a strange hobby, not only does he have built-in soluble weapons, but he also likes to carry a large external weapon on his back, which is called the Cross, according to Lake. In the gathering place of the lost faith, Little Leon understood for a long time why there was such a strangely shaped weapon.

The huge, swarthy, patterned thing added to the mystery of MGM, some say that MGM was once a priest, others say that the Grand Cross was a promise he once made, and of course these are even more incomprehensible to Leon.

He only felt that MGM was God.

Lake and MGM sat together in the best seats, everyone was embarrassed to ask for a task, even the fat crisp also pretended to bring a large steel can to toast, MGM was still as usual, the visitor did not refuse to drink the glass of wine, which made everyone in the room quietly take a breath of cold air, the glass of wine in his hand was not a blended red foam, but a real whiskey, without water.

That glass of wine can buy five floors of container houses, plus a wife on each floor.

But MGM drank it in one gulp. The old knife's face became ugly and ugly.

MGM smiled and glanced at the quiet cream bar, except for the women on the wall who were still rolling, everyone was motionless, he cleared his throat and began to say:

"This time away from the Nine Domains is not short, but the harvest is not small, this ...... It's a greeting gift for everyone," he said, pulling out something from his neat uniform pocket, which was small and delicate, and looked like a communication antenna on the roof outside.

"This is the latest batch of missions, from F-class to C-class" He tapped the tip of the thin stick with his slender fingers, and a transparent light screen unfolded, densely filled with words, which caused everyone to marvel again, and after a while, Leon finally knew that the shiny light screen was called Light Memories.

The bar was quieter, MGM slid the light board with his hand, his movements gracefully stretched, and he issued strange tasks one after another, and the quality of the pay was definitely better than the mundane things on the electronic board of the five-star union.

For example, the simplest, hunting four lead-bone deer in three days, can get four energy tubes, this task is mainly to transport trouble points, the force level is almost zero, in addition, the employer requires the deer to be alive.

For another example, ten days later, the team went out to ambush a transport team in a port fifty kilometers away, and all the goods belonged to the mercenary group that went out of the team, as long as all the people were killed, it is said that the goods are locomotive parts, which is a lot of wealth, although the difficulty level has reached D, but it was also taken by the fat crisp without hesitation, breaking his fingers, it seems that he can take such a task in the nine domains, this big pie makes the guys of the fat mercenary group cheer loudly.

The cheering sound infected the two children in the cracks, which made Leon also enthusiastic, and made him once again believe that it was really good to be a mercenary.

There are also a few more ordinary tasks, nothing more than escorting a convoy or taking three children through no man's land, all of which were coaxed by everyone, and the old knife took on the three tasks proudly, and the head of the scabbard, Fernand, hated it so much that he grinded his teeth, and his assistant Bali looked at the old knife's subordinates and his gaze became colder and colder.

The words that flowed like water were plucked by MGM for a long time, and finally stopped,

"What should I do, all of them are good, but I still have one mission left, which is C-class, and it's a bit difficult," MGM said, his eyes scanning the faces full of desire in the bar.

"Tell me about it" is a greasy whirring sound again,

"It's to rob a person, from another mercenary group" MGM's voice was calm, but those who knew him knew that there must be a big bomb behind that calm,

"That mercenary group is war ashes"

Hiss............

The sound of air conditioning in the bar was louder than the whiskey, and no one asked for payment.