After bringing Su Mo to the place, the military policeman cheerfully waved his hand, turned around, and left.
Although the two of them had talked a lot from beginning to end, Su Mo still didn't know his name.
A chance encounter? Su Mo smiled wryly, turned around, and walked toward the line for C Zone.
Perhaps the moment the other man heard that he was going to C Zone, he had subconsciously regarded him as a dead man.
He had only brought him here because of those two cigarettes. Naturally, there was no need to form any further connection.
After all, C Zone's currently announced death rate was as high as 41% after one month, 76% after three months, and an astonishing 94% after six months.
Compared to the New Star Legion's Suicide Squad, this was the true vortex of death.
Of ten thousand people who entered, only a few hundred could ultimately walk out alive.
Su Mo quickly reached the end of the line. The people ahead didn't turn around curiously to strike up a conversation.
Everyone silently lowered their heads, holding a thin Identity Card as they entered the checkpoint one by one for verification.
Occasionally, someone would be rejected for lacking the necessary qualifications and leave through the passage beside them with a dejected look.
Yes, one needed to meet certain qualifications to become a mercenary.
First, one had to possess identification issued by a territory, proving that the applicant had no surviving relatives.
If they had any immediate relatives, then regardless of the reason, they could not join the mercenaries.
Second, their personal ability had to meet the standard. Either their Route Level had to be above Level 10, or they had to obtain a Qualification Certificate for their strength from an institution designated by the