Facts have proved that when something comes to your door, your mind will always be biased unconsciously - that 'Citrus' just said that if he accepted the commission, he would give him some start-up capital.
How much to give? Can you bypass the fixed percentage draw of the mercenary system? Is it a loan or a gift? Are there any additional terms?
As the saying goes, a penny can't beat a hero. Now Seve is neither a hero nor a hero, but he is stuck with no cash flow on hand.
Special license and permit and an armored body for combat, he had. He also has a car that can sail in the sand. Even experienced crew members who can deal with problems——
Yes, although they are all beggars among beggars.
To sum up, compared to a true self-made mercenary, Cypher can be regarded as a Roman aristocrat among the mules and horses. But compared with serious independent mercenaries, they are still a bit inferior.
But I can't confirm that this guy with such an arrogant mouth is telling the truth. So without saying a word, Cypher asked Laika.
"Laika, please check for me. Where is this address in Furnace Node City? Is it a legitimate unit?"
After waiting for a while, Laika's voice came belatedly: "Okay, let me check it for you. Red Crossbow, are you still in Furnace Node City and don't plan to leave for the time being?"
"I'm not sure yet. The rich products here have nothing to do with me. After all, I have limited funds. Unless I can find some rare mines..."
"Indeed, many independent mercenaries had such a difficult time in the initial stage that they had to give up and join forces with others... However, there are many commissions in Furnace Node City that you can try."
There was a ticking sound on Laika's side, and she was probably busy dealing with other things: "It's a pity that the geographical environment there is special, and there are no abnormal phenomena. If you want to get profits faster, the edge node city is more suitable."
While she was talking, she had already found the target: "Red Crossbow, who asked you to go to this address?"
Send her the record just now.
Laika immediately snorted: "There are many people in this world who don't know their own position. Don't be angry, Red Crossbow. Some people are very good at using word games to make people lose their minds."
It seems that she is able to suppress her emotions very well, probably all correspondents must have this quality.
"Let's not mention the purpose of this strange client. If it is just for you to find someone, this address is not a big problem."
She said, placing a logo into the dialog box: "This is the trademark of the Desert Climate Modification Agency. That address is the only research building the company has set up here."
"The name of this organization sounds familiar. I must have seen it somewhere... where is it?" Cypher thought it looked familiar. He thought for a moment and searched through his memory that theoretically, as a robot, it should be impossible to forget.
Then he suddenly remembered the guy he met when he killed pirates for the first time, who seemed a bit strong.
"I think I solved one before." He said a little embarrassed.
Laika's tone was quite relaxed: "Conflicts between mercenaries are inevitable. If the other party is unwilling to give up, using force to make the other party disappear is also an option."
"In short, the goal of the transformation agency is to modify the desert climate environment so that the ground will not be impassable during the day. There are even rumors that they have mastered some technologies that are completely different from the anomalies."
Listening to her explanation slowly, Seifer had already taken the shuttle bus to the research and development area - one good thing about the identity of a mercenary is that you can directly check whether you have accepted a commission and the name and level of the mercenary.
Anyone can tell immediately whether he came with a mission or not. And the disadvantages are obvious. Either you hide your identity and be treated as an enemy, or you don't even think about carrying out any secret missions...
Anyway, there is nothing to do now. After confirming that the other party is also a figure in a large organization and company, Seifer is also thinking about... long-term insights.
At this time, Lin Shenxue, who was squatting in the car to analyze the engine, pressed her stomach and felt hungry. But she decided to endure it and wait for Cypher to come back before eating a hot meal.
At the gate of the R&D park, Seifer did not encounter many obstacles. The guard standing guard at the gate let him in after confirming the mercenary's identity and told him not to wander around and look around.
He is also not allowed to approach forbidden areas, otherwise the alarm device will kill him without hesitation.
Killed?
Looking at the refined weapons specially designed for mercenaries that had been set up in the park because there were too many to put them in, Cypher felt the urge to get rid of them.
These are much better than the slightly worn guns I have now.
Resisting the urge to touch everything he saw, after Sever reported the tasks he was interested in, the customer service staff of the R&D center quickly took him into a small reception room.
There was even clean drinking water and the odd snack.
From various angles, these companies are wealthy owners. Perhaps they are also using this method to implicitly express that joining a company is equivalent to finding an organization.
Living supplies are worry-free, all it takes is a little effort.
But Cypher was completely unfazed by this.
Just kidding, when I was doing design work in the past, I would be approached by some imp from nowhere to socialize with me every once in a while. The colorful world and the feasting had never wavered, just with the skills of this three-legged cat?
Sitting on the sofa and chatting casually with Laika, Seve unknowingly turned to the aspect of 'if you have a car, which model is better'.
Laika didn't seem to have a very deep understanding of these things. He could only listen to Seve's analysis of the pros and cons of the car body, etc., without being able to interrupt at all.
The door was pushed open again, and Seve immediately sat up straight and looked at the door. The most conspicuous thing about the visitor was probably her not-too-tall stature, and her long, butter-colored hair that looked a bit like lumps. hair.
The pretty and moist face is considered to be the best in this world - to say the least, it has a two-dimensional beauty.
But her troubled expression and golden eyes with drooped eyelids made her unable to be serious.
Unlike other people who usually wear a solid black dress that hugs the figure, this woman wears a loose shirt, a petticoat, a white coat, and even her work badge is stuck on the button. ...Well, it is tentatively assumed that the girl's skin is quite normal, and she does not seem to be wearing that kind of inner protective clothing.
As soon as she came in, she sat down on the sofa and put aside the work board tucked under her arm: "You can call me Mei."
Someone poked his head outside the door: "Dr. Mei, your reception time..."
"Do not bother me."
The voice was soft, but the man seemed to be startled and quickly closed the door. Then 'Dr. Mei' half-closed his eyes: "Are you a new independent mercenary? What is your code name? Please introduce yourself."
"Independent mercenary identification title, Red Crossbow. New mercenaries have special licenses. We are still in the early stages of our business. May I ask, Dr. Mei, why do you restrict new mercenaries like us to accept commissions?"
"It's not my choice, and I don't care about this... Well, my resume is not bad, and I have performed voluntary rescue actions. Are you going to take this escort mission?"
She seemed to be used to curling up on the sofa, looking even smaller than when she was standing: "If you want to accept it, confirm the contract in the system now."
To be honest, it was only then that Seve discovered that Dr. Mei was not wearing close-fitting protective clothing, but... transparent.
Is it possible to customize the color of emotional protective equipment?
