On a street not far from the plaza, Mosquito, who was selling fireworks from a truck, was caught red-handed by players patrolling with Celebration Autonomous Management Committee armbands.
Passersby packed the area tight, curiously watching the commotion.
"Damn it! What did I do wrong selling a few fireworks?! Why can other people sell them but I can't?!" Mosquito shouted, trying to defend himself after being grabbed.
The two players holding his arms showed him no mercy and immediately tore into him.
"You've got some nerve!"
"Are those things you're selling even fireworks?"
Yileina rummaged through the stall, picked up a rocket as thick as a calf, and clicked her tongue.
"Hail 1.0 rocket... This thing hasn't been phased out yet?"
A Katyusha rocket launcher with Alliance characteristics.
He remembered using this thing back when they fought the Bone-chewing Tribe. He had not expected to still see it in the year 213 of the Wasteland Era.
Mosquito chuckled. Rather than feeling embarrassed, he looked rather proud.
"Of course! Simple, brutal weapons are the best. I'll tweak the propellant, and it'll still be usable next century."
Making a Dove missile required hundreds of supporting industries, but making a luck-guided rocket only required a small workshop.
But clearly, that was not the issue.
Yileina rolled her eyes and tossed the rocket launcher back onto the stall, making all the spectators jump in fright.
And that was not all.
Construction Kid and Bricks searched through the truck bed for a while, then suddenly widened his eyes in surprise and walked out carrying a launch tube.
"Holy shit, there are recoilless rifles too?!"
The players wearing Celebration Autonomous Management Committee armbands instantly began looking at Mosquito with unfriendly eyes.
Yileina froze for a moment and looked at Mosquito.
"Damn, are you clearing out military stock