"I gave you the guy's location over half a month ago! Why haven't you taken action yet!?"
"Yes, you mentioned the location! Why didn't you mention it's still a heavily polluted area? Are you just filled with garbage in your head!?"
"It's been so many years..."
"It's been so many years! That damn place is still polluted! And it's right next to a Sangvis factory! If you're capable, find someone else to take on this job! I'd gladly agree on the spot!"
If protective suits weren't so hard to come by! Would he still be sitting here facing the employer's wrinkled face!?
"You!?" Hearing the blunt words from the mercenary in front of him, the middle-aged man frowned, pointing at him but unable to speak due to anger.
"What about you!? Either pay more or get protective equipment! Otherwise, just sit tight and wait! Do you really think you can act like a big shot with so little money!?" Two million rubles, plus fifteen thousand black market credit points.
Under normal circumstances, entering a low-risk area to retrieve equipment from that guy's factory would have been a reasonable price, including transportation costs.
But the key point was, it was a low-risk area, namely the Yellow Zone, or rather, a location close to the Green Zone within the Yellow Zone.
Once they got too close to the Red Zone, the price wouldn't be the same! Ridiculous! Not every mercenary was willing to risk their lives for business! Even with complete protective equipment, the risk of entering the Red Zone was still outrageous.
Just the ELID infected capable of withstanding small firearms would be enough to give these poorly equipped mercenaries a hard time.
Add to that, the need to transport large industrial equipment within the Red Zone, and it was completely different from what this old man described! It was basically a lousy job that would put their lives at risk!
Honestly, he was just waiting for this old man to increase the price, otherwise, he would cancel this commission on the black market side. Without the right amount of money, he would absolutely not step into this mess!
Seeing the mercenary leader's stubborn attitude as if he wouldn't move without more money, the middle-aged employer was so angry that he couldn't speak.
However, just as the two were staring at each other, at a loss for words, the door that had been tightly closed suddenly swung open, and the mercenary leader sitting on the chair immediately jumped up.
Like venomous snakes, his five fingers drew his pistol from his waist, pointing it directly at the newcomer's forehead!
"Not bad, got some guts, but too bad your instincts aren't sharp enough." The person entering the room was a man dressed in training gear, holding a box in one hand and a pistol in the other, aiming directly at the mercenary leader's heart.
Of course, these weren't the most dangerous thing; what truly shocked and angered the mercenary leader was the row of his subordinates lying unconscious outside the door! Along with the armed men standing in front of them, ready to pull the trigger and kill them at any moment!
"You, are you playing games with me!?" Seeing this situation, the mercenary leader immediately raised his hand. Pulling out another pistol from behind his waist, and angrily shouted at the middle-aged employer in the room!
"No! It's not me!? I don't know them at all!?" Seeing the gun pointed at himself, the middle-aged employer panicked and waved his hands, tremblingly leaning against the table in the room.
"That's where you're wrong, Mr. Wilson. We just contacted each other not long ago, don't you remember?" The man holding the box directly called out the middle-aged employer's name, making his eyes widen, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
"What do you mean? Who are you people? What do you want?"
These guys didn't kill any of his men, they just knocked them out and them, and it seemed they had some contact with the employer...
"Black market brokers?" The mercenary leader stared coldly at the man, completely puzzled about what this person was here for.
Also, when did black market brokers become so powerful? They quietly knocked down over forty of his men!
"You can say that. To be honest, we're here this time for the commission you took last time."
"Huh? I've never heard of black market brokers showing up in person to cancel a commission!"
"Heh, this is the reward for the commission, three million upfront, seven million after completion, plus fifty thousand credit points. Protective equipment, transportation equipment, all taken care of by us, you just need to bring back the stuff honestly."
The man smiled and said, placing the box on the table, directly opening the clasp, revealing neatly stacked bundles of banknotes and a communication device, which appeared in the mercenary leader's eyes.
"Is the commission still the same?"
"That's right."
Seeing the man's confident tone, the mercenary leader looked at Mr. Wilson, who had shrunk into the corner, and was startled. He only saw a gunshot under his eyelids, and Mr. Wilson's head was blown open!
As he turned around, all he saw was the faint smoke rising from the barrel in the man's hand.
"I believe with your professionalism, you can handle this little matter. I won't stay any longer, goodbye, Mr. Perez."
Hearing the name Perez, the mercenary leader's eyelids twitched, watching the man swagger out of the room, waving to take away their people.
If it weren't for Wilson's body still lying in the room, and his men lying in the corridor, these guys would have seemed to have never appeared.
"Boss, who is Perez?" Seeing those people leave, one of the mercenaries among them, grimaced as he climbed up from the ground, looked at the mercenary leader standing at the door, and asked somewhat strangely.
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask! Quickly throw that pig out and burn it! So it doesn't turn into an infected later!"
"Oh."
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"Breeding, germination, temperature, humidity... hmm, should be fine, probably, anyway, is this enough?" CF05 looked at the various values on the equipment control panel and turned to NZ75 for confirmation.
"Well, that's what the tutorial says. It should be fine, as long as the equipment Commander made can operate normally." NZ75 nodded, checking the book in her hand for confirmation.
Looking up at the cultivation equipment in the factory and the operating air conditioning system, NZ75 also felt a bit nervous. After all, this was just an attempt at cultivation. If it failed, the seeds in these cultivation tanks would be completely wasted.
"Don't worry, it should be fine. Commander said it won't fail, but what about that cultivation tank over there, those soft purple things, what are they exactly? They look a bit like mushrooms."
"The commander called them "Zerg Creep", not sure... wait, did you actually touch them!?"
"No, of course!"
Just thinking about those unknown purple things that seemed to move and stretch on their own, NZ75 felt a shiver down her spine!