Asker opened his eyes and felt pain all over his body.

It's so miserable that I actually ran into the upper sequence...... He thought to himself.

The so-called upper-rank sequence is an enemy with similar sequence abilities, but a higher level than you.

In other words, he has the extraordinary abilities you have, and he can't be in the shadow, and he can't beat him head-on, so it's naturally extremely uncomfortable.

The Assasin Assassin is one of the few professions that can be counted as weapon masters with a similar sequence, although he can still fight with the Star Nine Style, the price paid is not small.

Even the narrow result of killing the opponent in the end was based on the use of the environment, as well as the awareness and operation of professional players, and it was fought hard with the opponent.

"You're still weak." The boy walked in with a medical kit, "Don't move, beware of wound infection." ”

"This is your room?" Asker looked around.

On the walls are a variety of mechanical manuscripts, with three views of hydraulic components and circuit diagrams of various symbols. On the table sat a computer, the bulkiest box-type monitor of any kind, with a thick stack of manuscripts next to it.

"This is the subway maintenance room." "But I'm the only one maintenance guy at the moment, so it's okay to call it my bedroom." ”

"What about the white assassin?" Asker asked.

"Dragged away by someone sent from above." The teenager said, "The explosion of a nuclear fusion battery is an accident that can't be hidden from anyone at all. If you hadn't killed him quickly, we might all have been exposed. ”

"We weren't found?" Asker said.

"My power armor has been discovered!" The boy gritted his teeth and said.

"Why are you getting a power armor in a warehouse?" Asker asked.

"Because my lifelong dream is to build the strongest power armor in the world! However, power armor is a military material and can only be transported through smuggling. The boy screamed, "I waited six years to get one secretly, and you scrapped it like this!" ”

"You can go to the Holy Solomonic Empire and buy it." Asker advised, "It's legal to buy and sell power armor over there, maybe 200 pounds." ”

"Where did I get 200 pounds!" The boy burst into tears and said, "My current salary is 10 pounds a year!" ”

"Well, I think you seem to be in the blood of a mechanic, right?" Aske asked, "Why don't you make someone something extraordinary to make money?" ”

"How do you know?" The boy asked curiously.

"You've stuck the recipe for Mechanical I on the wall." Asker said.

"Ahem." The young man covered his face in embarrassment, "There is an artisan association in Olympia City, and the big customers would rather choose regular craftsmen. As a wild craftsman like me, customers worry about failure or misappropriation of materials. ”

"The Artisan Guild is very demanding to get started?" Asker asked.

"No, the Artisan Guild only admits adults......" said the teenager.

"Have you ever considered becoming a mercenary?" Aske casually asked, "Mercenaries come in faster." ”

"Am I crazy? A good mechanic is not right, I go to be a mercenary? The boy said disdainfully, as if he realized something, "Wait, you mean, you're a mercenary?" ”

"I'm the head of a mercenary group." Asker said.

"Then you must have the money to pay me for my power armor!" The boy clenched his fists excitedly.

"I didn't say I wouldn't compensate you." Asker said, "I just have a proposal, after all, it's not the way you save money like this. There is a military nun in our regiment, but she is currently the main healer, and she only works part-time for mechanical maintenance. ”

"I think we can still offer a mechanic position...... Wait a minute, you're supposed to be a man, right? ”

"Which eye did you see that I was a girl? Do you want to go to the hospital to get an ophthalmology? The boy said disdainfully,

"That's great." Aske said with emotion, remembering the painful experience of mistaking Sidlifa.

Although she also confirmed that she was a qualified armor-piercing output in the end.

"What's so ......good about being a man," the young man said subconsciously, suddenly as if he realized something, and looked at him in the wrong eyes.

"How about a monthly salary of two pounds, food and lodging, and traveling with a group?" Asker invited him, "If there is a gain, then there is a commission, I estimate that in four or five years at the latest, you can save up the money to buy power armor." ”

"Although the price is high, the butt can't be sold." The boy shook his head resolutely.

Asker looked at him with a strange look and said with a smile:

"Don't get me wrong, I'm normal...... It's just that there are more girls in our group, so I'll confirm your gender first. ”

"More girls?" The young man was a little surprised, "Didn't you start a mercenary group?" Shouldn't the mercenary group be five big and three rough men? ”

"Ugh." Aske was a little embarrassed when he heard this, "It's all an accident, don't talk about it." ”

"How many people are on your team? How many women are there? The boy asked.

"There are about nine of us at the moment. If you don't count women, you're about eight people. Asker said tactfully.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly showed admiration:

"Cow man!" He said with sincere admiration, "Mixed with eight women, those who know are called you the head of the group, and those who don't know are called you president." ”

"President?"

"Entertainment company boss!" The young man said, "What mercenary group would recruit so many women!" ”

Asker: ..................

"Stop talking nonsense." He said impatiently, "Do you want to join or not?" ”

"No." The boy said, "Who wants to be a mercenary?" It's not as comfortable as being a subway maintenance man. ”

"I'm afraid you won't be able to do this job." Askeryo said.

Before the boy could understand, he was stunned to find that the door had been pushed open, and a large crowd had hulared into the room.

"Mr. Asker." Quintus, the last aristocratic officer to come in, smiled after confirming his appearance, "You can make it easy for us to find him." ”

"No way, I was in a coma for a while after the battle, and I was saved by this kid." Aske said, pointing at the boy.

Juvenile:???

He looked at Asker, then at Quintus, stunned at not knowing what to say.

"Thank you for killing the Illanya White Assassin." Quintus smiled, "Otherwise, the dignitaries in the city will be scared again." ”

"I see." Asker nodded.

"Anyway, now that I've found you, I can go and reply to the Spartans." Quintus waved his hand and his gaze fell on the boy, "You saved him?" ”

"It's me!" The young man was immediately excited, he had already recognized this as the magistrate of Olin City, His Excellency Quintus, the son of the city lord, but he was very rich.

Is this to reward me? Can I ask for Power Armor?

"You should have been rewarded for your courage in saving people." "But you violated the Olympia City Law of Law by privately purchasing smuggled military power armor, so I won't punish you." ”

The young man's excited face suddenly turned into a frosted eggplant.

"Who's in charge of this subway? Turin manager? Quintus asked, looking back.

"Here I am, my lord!" A fat man squeezed out of the crowd and nodded flatteringly.

"There's a power armor in the subway repair warehouse, you don't know? If it's not power armor that's stored, but high-quality explosives, do you have to wait until the subway is blown up before your people can find out what's wrong? ”

"My lord, this is my mistake...... the fat man hurriedly pressed his chest, humbly lowered his head, and said nothing.

Quintus waved his hand again, punishing a small person like the subway manager, he didn't need to come forward in person, the people below would naturally do it.

He looked at Asker again, and suddenly he was a little distracted.

"So be it." Quintus turned and said, "Mr. Asker, your companion is looking for you, and I've got them coming. ”

"Thank you." Asker said.

The group left in a hula, and the fat manager nodded and followed last, without even looking at the young man.

The latter was dejected and pale—he knew he wouldn't be able to keep his job.