Chapter 1531 Special Forces? We specialize in killing special forces!
There are 12345, a total of 5 levels in the trading market.
The lowest level 5 requires points to stay in the trading market.
Although level 4 is only one level higher, it only gives a benefit of free accommodation rent, but there are many hidden benefits.
Level promotion in the trading market is not based on how many points you have in business, but is considered in multiple dimensions.
One of the points for time and consumption to become a level 5 person is that you must complete the tasks issued by the trading market.
The higher the level of the task, the faster the promotion.
Previously, forces such as the Axe Gang and the Listening Wind Tower had their own food reserves, and basically no one went up the wall to stop the zombies, so they were basically still level 5 personnel.
When Black Hand heard about 500 points and the status of a level 4 person, he was instantly moved.
He could live alone in the wild, but.
Life in the wild is too damn hard, he can't get enough food, and he's always nervous because he's afraid of zombies.
And the management of the trade market for the survivors is not strict, and he personally likes the atmosphere here.
After wandering for so long, it's not easy to find a safe place.
"What mission?"
Uncle San didn't hide it and said directly:
"There is a large force in Jiayu City in the northwest. I need someone to go there to help me investigate. Once there is any movement, report to me immediately and observe for three months."
Black Hand frowned when he heard it.
Jiayu City in the northwest is two or three thousand kilometers away from the trade market.
It's too damn far to go there.
And it's a large force. If he is discovered, he will definitely be finished.
Besides, he has to stay there for three months. How can he survive for three months?
"No." After thinking for a long time, Black Hand gritted his teeth and made this decision.
Although 500 points are a lot, they have to be obtained in the morning.
Back and forth, plus the three months of stationing, it's been four months here.
It's not easy.
Uncle San thought for a while and continued:
"You can't enter the Northwest forces, and you don't need to enter. You just need to observe around their base, such as their planes in and out, and the movement of troops. We only need this information."
Black Hand shook his head and said:
"No, it's too far, I don't want to go."
Uncle San smiled, "No, you want to go."
"Why?" Black Hand asked in astonishment.
Uncle San said lightly: "You can't afford the medical expenses, 100 points are not expensive, your right arm has fractured ulna and metacarpal bones, three ribs are broken, and your lungs are pierced. Without us saving you, you would be dead now. Even if you don't die, your right hand is useless."
Black Hand suddenly fell silent after hearing this.
100 points
He didn't have that much on hand.
But if he asked the Six Fingers of the Axe Gang, they must have it, and they might also take it out to help him.
But he didn't really want to borrow from the Axe Gang. Before he joined the Axe Gang, he had always been on equal footing with Six Fingers, and Six Fingers respected him very much.
He was the kind of person who could leave at any time, and just happened to stay in the Axe Gang.
But if he accepted 100 points, he would be Six Fingers' subordinate in the future.
He was arrogant by nature and didn't want to submit.
At least not to the Axe Gang, which couldn't convince him.
He spoke in a low voice:
"I can go, but these conditions are not enough. I want a sniper rifle."
Uncle San smiled and said: "Okay, I'll give you a QBU10 sniper rifle, deduct 100 points from you, and give you 400 points."
"Deduct 100 points, damn."
Before he finished speaking, Uncle San continued:
"In addition, you will become a level 3 personnel. With the identity of a level 3 personnel, you should know the benefits of level 3 personnel in the trading market."
"Huh?" Black Hand raised his head instantly, his eyes full of surprise.
He was really excited to become a level 3 staff.
He naturally knew what benefits he would enjoy by becoming a level 3 staff.
There was a row of notice boards under the inner wall of the trading market, with many introductions to the trading market.
Among them were the level divisions and benefits enjoyed.
Level 3 staff, that is, non-staff staff, can receive guaranteed food and points every month.
And this guaranteed food and points will be given to you regardless of whether there is a natural disaster.
It is equivalent to saying that you will never have to worry about starving to death in the future.
There are three levels of residence in the trading market, and becoming a level 3 staff can live in the best room.
"Is it okay?" Uncle San asked.
Black Hand couldn't bear it anymore and agreed, "Okay, deal."
He once had a sniper rifle, which was lost when he was chased by zombies in the second year of the apocalypse, and he has never found it since then.
In the apocalypse, how difficult it is.
He dreamed of finding a sniper rifle, but where can such a rare thing come from in the apocalypse.
I didn't expect that I could get it by completing a task in the trading market, and I could also become a third-level staff here.
He had experienced thunderstorm disasters in the trading market, and this force was the most powerful force he had seen in the past five or six years.
It would be nice to be able to join such a powerful force.
After hearing his agreement, the third uncle smiled and nodded and said, "Then you should rest for a while, and we will set off when you recover."
After saying that, he turned and left the ward.
As soon as he walked out of the ward, Lao Luo asked worriedly:
"Minister, the city lord did not agree to let him become a third-level personnel, nor did he agree to give him a sniper rifle. Do you think so?"
The third uncle waved his hand, "It doesn't matter, I will tell him."
He just thought of it on the spur of the moment. Giving people like them the status of fourth-level personnel was still too low.
He had a plan in mind.
Through the video, he determined that Blackhand and the disfigured Xiangqian were both very strong. Although they were not as strong as Jackal, they were much stronger than other ordinary combatants.
Special warfare talents like this must be roped in.
After winning him over, let him perform some other more important tasks, and it would be a matter of course.
It’s not a loss-making business, on the contrary, it’s very profitable!
As for what sniper rifle you want, if your marksmanship is really that good, the base will give it to you without any points.
The third uncle who was thinking about this matter came out of Ward No. 6, looked at Ni Kuangkuang and asked:
"Which ward is that forward? Take me there."
Ni Kuangkuang quickly pointed to the ward opposite, "It's over here, Ward 8."
With that said, he walked ahead and opened the door of Ward 8.
Ward 8 is very quiet.
Xiang Qian was lying on the hospital bed staring at the leaves outside the window in a daze. The moment the door opened, he immediately sat up.
When he sat up, it seemed that the wound on his waist had been affected, and he gasped in pain.
There was a white bandage wrapped around his head, and he felt a little dizzy.
"Minister, go forward in this ward." Ni Kuang said to his third uncle as he came in.
When he saw him sitting up, his brows furrowed.
"You have a concussion and your vertebrae are misaligned. I told you last night not to move around. It's easy to open the stent, which will cause trouble for surgery."
As he spoke, he put a few soft pillows on his front and back, letting him lie down half forward.
Doctors have a parental heart, and Ni Kuang is accustomed to this.
After lying down half forward, I felt much more comfortable.
He looked at the third uncle and others coming in, his expression tensed, and he was about to sit up again, but was held down by Ni Kuangkuang. "Don't move, don't move. If you move, your waist will be ruined."
"Who are they?" Qianqian asked, while staring closely at Third Uncle and others.
Ni Kuangkuang was a little surprised that Xiang Xiang didn't know his third uncle.
Minister Li does not always stay in Oil City, but occasionally appears in the trading market.
I didn't expect that Xiang Xiang didn't recognize him.
Because of his burns and disfigurement, Xiang Xiang didn't like to interact with people. He always wore a cloak on his head and a mask on his face. He rarely went out at home, so he didn't see his third uncle very often.
"This is Minister Li from our oil city"
Listen forward and taste it, the senior leaders of Oil City.
But, what are you doing to yourself?
If you want to cause trouble for yourself, don't bother like this. After all, you have already entered the trading market. He is unarmed and now he is seriously injured.
The third uncle likes to go straight to the point and continue the style of negotiation with the gangster just now.
sit down.
Staring forward, he asked:
"Were you from EO or Blackwater before?"
Hearing this, Xiang Qian's eyes widened and his pupils shrank. He didn't care about the wound on his waist and sat up directly.
exclaimed:
"How do you know?"
The third uncle pointed to the remaining tattoo on his wrist, which was a black three-claw.
"this."
Hearing the third uncle mention Black Water, he raised his head slightly forward, feeling a little proud in his heart.
This is his former glory.
Blackwater is the world's largest mercenary group before the end of the world.
It has recruited special forces from all over the world and is very powerful.
He said in a cold tone: "What do you want from me?"
The judge standing behind Third Uncle heard Qiang Qiang's somewhat unfriendly tone and said,
I can also see the little embarrassment in his forward eyes.
This made him extremely unhappy. What's so great about mercenaries?
"We have killed quite a few people from Blackwater."
Hearing this, Xiang Qian was furious. Why are you pretending to be cool?
You also killed many people from Blackwater. Who do you think you are?
He was angry and had a ferocious expression. His wrinkled and burned face looked even more terrifying.
"hehe!"
He sneered disdainfully, without saying a word, but his snort was full of ridicule.
These people know about Blackwater, but now that the Blackwater company is gone in the apocalypse,
Who doesn't know how to talk nonsense?
As if sensing his dissatisfaction, Ant rolled his eyes and said something lightly.
"In the Golden Triangle Ten Thousand Poisonous Forest, what's the name of the leader, Anthony? You're laughing so hard, you're just a chicken and a dog."
When Qiang Xiang heard the address and name mentioned by Ant, he immediately remembered an incident that happened when he just joined Blackwater that greatly affected Blackwater's reputation.
It even caused ridicule from other mercenary forces.
It is said that they faced off against a top ZG special forces team at Jinshanjiao. As a result, the leader of the team, Anthony, was killed and only two people escaped.
According to rumors, Anthony brought 26 people against a team of less than ten people.
The casualty ratio was 24 dead to 0 casualties.
Become famous in one battle.
As a ZG member, he admired the team a little after hearing this, and his blood boiled.
"You are? You are?" His voice was trembling, and his hands were shaking.
Ant saw his expression and raised his mouth.
"Our captain used to have a code name, called Qinglong."
!!!
Xiang Qian was stunned when he heard these two words!
Qinglong!
Isn't he the captain of the special operations team?
Damn!
Damn!
Damn!
He had dreamed of joining this team countless times and even made great efforts for it.
But he was eliminated in the sixth round.
There were nine rounds in total, and he persisted until the sixth round.
It is said that the number of people in the special operations team was very small, but each of them was a top-notch warrior.
Later, he retired and joined the Blackwater Mercenary Group for a living and to make more money.
He had never met the legendary special operations team, but he had heard of its name for a long time.
That special forces team was very famous internationally before the end of the world. It was famous for its efficient combat capability and professional execution ability. It never took action on ordinary tasks, but only carried out difficult tasks. It specialized in killing special forces on the battlefield. It was very arrogant and arrogant!
Ordinary people are very good if they are special forces, but this group of people specializes in killing special forces.
Xiang Qian suddenly got off the bed and looked at Uncle San and Ant and others. The heat in his eyes reached its peak.
He quickly saluted.
"Zheng Shiwu, the second company of the third battalion of the special operations brigade of the former HB 32nd Army, met Captain Qinglong!"
Uncle San raised his eyebrows. He was a little surprised to hear that he used to be a special operations brigade, but it was within his expectations.
Joining Blackwater is understandable.
After all, he retired. If he wants to make a living, joining Blackwater with a very high salary is understandable.
Fighting each other internationally, relying on strength speaks, as long as he doesn't turn against ZG.
So, Uncle San also saluted him back.
He thought to himself: Xiang Qian should be just his code name, and Zheng Shiwu should be his real name.
Zheng Shiwu frowned. His wounds had not healed. He had already suffered a lot of injuries when fighting with the black hand on the ring. Later, Li Yu used him as a mop and swung him back and forth, which made his body even more seriously injured.
At this time, he stood up suddenly, and his body immediately couldn't bear it. Even the bandage tied around his waist began to turn red.
Obviously, the wound collapsed.
Uncle San saw this scene and hurriedly said:
"Don't stand, lie down quickly."
"Yes." Zheng Shiwu lay down slowly, but his eyes were still looking at Uncle San and the others with fiery eyes.
He had been in the end of the world for several years and had seen several forces decline and perish.
But this oil city seemed to be unusually strong. He was curious about what kind of person the leader of the oil city was and how he could open such a trading market.
Now it seems that everything is taken for granted.
It is reasonable for such a strong team to achieve all these achievements.
Uncle San sat on the chair with a smile on his face.
"I came to you today to discuss something with you."
"I want you to go to Jiayu City in the northwest to investigate a force, report their whereabouts and movements, and stay there for three months."
"After you come back, I will give you a third-level position and 500 points."
"Will you do it?"
(Ask for monthly tickets)
