Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 36 36. Some guys are as scary as sticky candy

Deciding to ignore it, Cypher walked over to a workstation farthest from the queue and closed the door.

This city was just as Tien boasted. As long as one had money, one could have everything from ordering large mobile bases to customizing small rapid deployment vehicles.

If necessary, you can even buy weapons, armor, tactical auxiliary tools, etc. sold by the company in their own branch styles.

Cypher flipped through a few pages and, under the 'License' section, saw some body replacements and upgrades that were currently available for purchase based on your own level.

I/O Enterprise, Abian Company and Phantom Mist Group have all launched a large number of accessories that are compatible with independent mercenary bodies. Each company has its own expertise, and not only is there a lot of freedom, but there is even third-party adaptation.

Some companies offer external armor plate reinforcements, such as reactive armor to protect against armor-piercing rounds, special alloys and coatings to protect against energy jets, and more.

The shopping list just keeps getting longer and longer, and the prices are all over the place, which is quite similar to the feeling of shopping on Taobao, Tik Tok, and Duoduo.

The good news is that inexplicable advertising garbage will not be pushed to the top, the bad news is that you have to judge the quality of these products yourself.

Reality is not like playing games. Even if the data looks good, if you don’t actually use it... who knows if there will be any problems?

There is no actual combat data, and there are many fancy tricks that arise from various problems on the battlefield due to venues, environment, production technology, etc.

After turning over these pages, Seifer was thinking whether he should sell his car or upgrade it.

To be honest, my car only has the front end as a connecting structure. The main control, the curb, and the engine compartment are the three core parts, and I don't think they will fetch much if I sell them.

Besides, that jar... the core unit cannot be removed. If you really want to sell it, you have to pack it up, which is almost equivalent to selling yourself. This is too much of a prank.

Then, you can only consider modification.

Sell off all the unnecessary parts of the current vehicle, replace the engine, reduce the size of the vehicle, and add other compartments to be able to fight on the sand while also being able to fight…

Looking at the commission list that was constantly refreshing and disappearing, Sefer always felt that what was hindering him now was the outstanding debt of one million and five hundred thousand...oh, four hundred thousand.

If I had such a large sum of money, I should be able to upgrade the car body right now, just like those monster-killing and level-up games that allow me to become stronger and stronger.

As for why I want to become stronger, we’ll talk about it when the time comes.

Suddenly, a commission jumped out from all the commissions, forming a commission. The mercenary support system reminded him that this was because Seifer had completed his recent tasks well and met the screening criteria.

At the same time, a mercenary's post was pushed to the top of the chat recruitment board.

Everyone, please pay attention! Don't accept any inquiries from this guy!

People always subconsciously develop a rebellious mentality. The more they are told not to do something, the more curious they become. When Seifer clicked on it, he saw the mercenary who posted the message complaining about having found an escort commission.

The client's words were extremely vicious, and the communication process was extremely unpleasant. When the mercenary mentioned that it might take him two months to reach the central region, he even said something like "the worms in the cracks in the rocks can crawl faster than you."

There were a bunch of people speaking below, and most of their comments were similar. Someone mentioned something about the size of the mercenary group, and was criticized for saying that anyone hit by a random brick was bigger than the mercenary group, etc...

As they were talking, the person they were criticizing joined the conversation under the name of "Ganju".

"Weak, you guys are really weak."

"They have no time, no money, and are small-scale, yet they're still fussy about pay. What a bunch of scum."

"In the end, they only dared to talk in a group. What a bunch of weaklings, hehe."

It's hard, the fist is hard.

Sefer expressed his dissatisfaction calmly, and the mercenaries began to attack him. However, Sefer saw that this man was arguing with the crowd, typing so fast that he could scroll through the screen and even had time to mock them.

Well... the world isn't so rigid after all. At least one of them has been able to improve his rhetoric. When the mercenaries ran out of steam, the client started spewing meaningless trash talk, until in the end, only he was left to speak.

Mr. Sai, who watched the whole process, said that he had never seen such a boring group of people.

Closing the shopping list and checklist, Seifer watched them disappear with regret... just like the kids and parents standing at the door of a toy store looking at the cool toy cars and toy guns inside.

For children, it is an unattainable dream. For parents, it is also a dream.

He walked out of the hall empty-handed, without placing any orders or accepting any commissions. Before leaving, Seifer casually glanced at the place where he had queued just now, and there were still people queuing there.

Anyway, it’s best not to get into trouble - the next step is to find a traveling trader or local merchant who recycles items and sell the loot on hand.

He suddenly remembered that because the trailer was someone else's property that was recycled, the machine he had seized was now lying openly in the parking lot...not a good thing.

Or maybe sell it offline and use all the money to upgrade the hull? Anyway, as a tractor locomotive, its engine output is quite high, so upgrading it to a medium-sized hull shouldn't be a problem...

While he was thinking, a communication suddenly came in.

The name of the call is called 'Citrus'.

He hung up the call without a second thought. Sefer had no interest in someone whose words could make people's fists stiffen.

After a moment, a dialog box popped up, which read directly, "Independent mercenary Red Crossbow, are you interested in taking an escort mission?"

After I entered that I was not interested, the other party continued to send messages.

'Are you afraid it's too difficult? Or do you think you're not good enough?'

Doesn’t this broken system have a blacklist option?
Sefer stood by the roadside with his arms folded. People were hurrying back and forth in front of him. People often looked over at him, but when they saw the mercenary badge hanging around his neck, they lowered their heads and continued on their way.

He told the other party that he was just a new mercenary, still figuring out his job, not familiar with the industry rules and no one to guarantee him, etc. Sefer just wanted to get out of this situation.

"New in the industry? With such impressive results? So you're simply afraid to take on any assignments, right? You're such a coward~"

Just as Seifer was about to continue, she added, "Ah, don't be so self-indulgent. I actually sent messages to many mercenaries at the same time~"

If this person were in front of him, Sefer felt that he would find it difficult to control himself.

Putting the information aside for the moment, Seifer planned to go to the weapons shop where the automatic robots and human-controlled conventional robots released by the medium-sized vehicles were sold.

Then the other party continued to ask, "Are you going to the edge node city?"

'I don't have any plans for the time being.'

After giving a flawless answer, Seifer was about to take the shuttle bus when the other party suddenly threw him an address, pointing to the R&D building in the industrial park.

"If you change your mind, go find this guy here. If you accept the job, I might give you some start-up capital if I'm in a good mood. Don't miss this opportunity, Mercenary Red Crossbow~"

"Of course, if you're still timid, then just go back and cry under your blanket, hehe~"

Sefer subconsciously hit his forehead with his fist, feeling that he might be entangled by troublesome people... He glanced at the task that was hung up.

As expected, no mercenary has taken up the job yet, not even one who has expressed interest or is willing to communicate.

They were all scolded away by this rude 'Orange'.

(End of this chapter)