Chapter 275.3: The Famous Death Corps

It was said that the cost of an Electric Mule was less than 12,000 silver coins. Its steel body and wooden cargo box were very cheap, and half of the cost was on the battery and motor.

If she could sell 1, the commission she got would be equal to her 2 months' basic salary.

Sun Shiqi collected the money and was about to leave, but at this moment, there was a commotion in the trading post.

It seemed like 2 groups of mercenaries were having a quarrel.

There were quite a few of them, about 10 of them on each side. They were shouting and swearing at each other. Some even rolled up their sleeves, seemingly wanting to use violence to settle the dispute.

From the content of their quarrel, it seemed that it was because of some grievances that happened outside the town.

This kind of thing was very common.

Everyone was working for a different master. Maybe they were drinking and chatting together the day before, and the day after they would fight each other in some corner of the wasteland.

In most cases, everyone would treat it as if nothing happened after the job was over, but it was inevitable that some people would not forget what happened easily.

The fuse may be just a stare or a random joke.

Those people were actually quite sensible. Although they were swearing at each other, and some even looked like they would start to fight each other Immediately, no one took out their guns.

But it was hard to say whether they could always be so rational.

The 4 mercenaries led by Sun Shiqi quickly stood in front of their employer. It was not because they had professional ethics, but because they could only get the rest of the money from the association after they sent their employer back to Red River Town safely.

"... Is there going to be a fight again? This is the second time this month." The young girl standing behind the booth didn't seem to be worried that something bad would happen.

Sun Shiqi couldn't help but look back at her again because of how unusually calm she seemed. "How do you people usually deal with this kind of conflict?"

The trader raised an eyebrow and mumbled, "If someone draws a gun, he'll be in big trouble. If it's just a fight, the guards will put them in a cell for 2 days and fine them a fortune."

"What if they can't pay?"

"The brick factory, the cement factory, even the mill or the farm nearby all have jobs for them. There's always something they can do here."

Sun Shiqi suddenly found this young girl quite interesting. "What's your name?"

"Frost River."

"Frost River. It's a good name... When do you get off work? You’ve told me so many things, I want to treat you to a meal."

Frost River said with a smile, "You’ll also be jailed if you try to bribe us. I’ve heard that it’s a minimum of 3 years."

Sun Shiqi smiled awkwardly "Forget it then."

He admitted that he had the intention of in-depth communication. Although he may not be able to get a discount from her, he could at least get some information that ordinary people didn’t know.

He was a businessman after all, and he knew that information was the key to making money.

Judging from her attitude, she was obviously not interested in him, and she was keenly aware of his hidden intentions.

Honestly, her work ethic was astonishing.

Recalling the attitude of the hotel keeper, Sun Shiqi silently noted down what he had observed.

He could tell that the administrator of Shelter 404 had a tremendous influence over this place. The local residents respected him and felt extremely grateful to him from the bottom of their hearts. They abided by the laws he made, and took pride in maintaining order.

If there were no major problems, this kind of influence would last at least 10 or even 20 years, until the current generation grew old and their children grew up.

To be honest, Sun Shiqi didn’t feel strange about the attitudes and behaviors of those people.

Most of the history of the rise and fall of any survivor settlement had a glorious beginning. Even a hellish place like Red River Town did not become a paradise for slave owners on the first day.

What really surprised him was that that man... Chu Guang, if he remembered correctly, actually did everything in only half a year.

Even if there was a lot of knowledge and talent in the shelter, it was by no means easy to achieve this, especially in the precarious River Valley Province...

I really want to see him again.

Sun Shiqi couldn't help recalling the last time they met, the man exchanged dried meat for a can of ants and a few bags of game coins.

How on earth did he snowball that sad little asset into a survivor settlement?

If possible, he even wanted to be that man’s student.

But he also knew that he might not be able to see the administrator now...

The quarrel in the trading post soon attracted the attention of the guards. 5 guards in black military uniforms came over with batons as if they were going to teach those troublemakers a lesson.

However, relying on the large number of people they had, those mercenaries didn’t take those guards seriously. But what they didn't notice was that the blue coats around them were looking at them with their eyes sparkling with excitement.

That expression and that demeanor didn’t look like they were enjoying watching a show.

It was almost like they couldn’t wait for the fight to break out.

The atmosphere at the scene grew tense. Seeing that the fight was really going to break out between both groups of mercenaries, the merchants in the trading post quickly moved as far away as possible.

However, at this moment, a group of soldiers wearing gray coats and steel helmets suddenly walked in from outside the trading post.

They were all wearing gas masks on their faces, carrying automatic rifles on their backs, and shovels and bayonets that were covered with shocking bloodstains on their waists.

The murderous aura rushing toward people’s faces suppressed the tense atmosphere in an instant.

It was also at this moment that Sun Shiqi suddenly realized that the batch of arms he bought was worth it!

"Our heroes are back!" Standing behind the booth, Frost River's eyes sparkled with joy. Sun Shiqi even saw the light of admiration in the young girl's eyes.

"... Heroes?"

"

Mhm

!" Frost River nodded vigorously, but did not explain.

Not far away, the mercenaries who had been swearing and clamoring to do something before all fell silent like a group of mutes for a moment, and looked at the group of soldiers with fear in their eyes, as obedient as sheep.

After seeing the group of soldiers in gray coats, the mercenary standing next to Sun Shiqi also had a trace of fear in his eyes. His expression gradually became serious. "... Death Corps."

Sun Shiqi was stunned for a while.

Although he knew that the group of people was not easy to mess with, it was the first time he had heard of this name.

"... Death Corps?"

"You just came back to Red River Town from the south, so you may not know..." Another mercenary next to him whispered, "This group of people once beat up the Bonechewer Clan to the point where they cried for forgiveness at Deerhead Mountain, north of Red River Town.”

"I saw it with my own eyes, and I was also present at that battle..." The bearded mercenary nodded, his eyes full of shock, "There were only 20 of them, but they chased more than 100 marauders all over the mountains and plains, The harsh whistle they blew chased the marauders all the way into the woods, and I heard from the captured marauders that it was a nightmare to fight them..."

"I heard that they are all ability users!"

"They are all ruthless people!"

"I didn't expect that this is where the Death Corps come from..."

Sun Shiqi glanced at the group of valiant soldiers not far away and gulped unconsciously.

"Why did they come back?" The mercenary next to Sun Shiqi asked in a low voice.

"Maybe because of the Tide."

"... Probably, something big is about to happen soon."

Stopping in front of the group of troublemakers, Sideline Slacking took off his gas mask. He stared at them and spoke in the non-standard language of the Federation of People.

"I heard that someone is making trouble here. Is that you?"

20 or so mercenaries shook their heads in unison quickly. The 2 burly men who made the most noise smiled with embarrassment, and immediately hugged each other's shoulders, pretending to have a good relationship.

"We were joking!"

"We are old friends... We were just trying to catch up!"

Although that was what they said, they gripped the other’s shoulder harder and harder.

The guard with the baton stared at the troublemakers and said with a half-smile, "Catching up on old times? How about doing it in a different place?"

"The location in the guard post is big enough."

The 2 mercenaries were not afraid of the baton in their hand.

But... The group of soldiers in gray coats next to them was too intimidating, and the blood on the shovels obviously didn't look like that of a wild animal...

At this time, their bosses finally rushed over from the hotel and tried to plead on their behalf, but the guards ignored them.

According to the Public Security Management Regulations, those who gathered to make trouble would be taken for record registration, which was a routine procedure.

The first-time offender would receive a warning, and they would need to either be jailed for a day or pay a fine of 10 silver coins, and the second-time offender would be directly sent into a dark room for 10 days and fined 100 silver coins.

Although extremely reluctant, the 2 troublemakers had no choice but to follow the guards.

Immediately afterward, a pop-up window showing the completion of the mission flashed on Sideline Slacking’s VM.

Not only was he able to flex, but he could also get free XP as soon as he came back. That made Sideline Slacking very happy.

Well, his good mood didn’t last too long.

Battlefield Cheerleader yelled, "Holy shit, Sideline Feeder?"

Night Ten couldn’t believe his eyes either. "Huh?! You actually came back alive?"