By evening, Lier arrived at Arroyo Industrial Park as promised. On the one hand, he was there to collect his money; on the other, he was very interested in this group of mercenaries.
[Transfer: +40,000 eddies] [Balance: 50,000 eddies] [Sergeant: Professionals really are the best. Wait for me a minute.]
Sergeant sat on a folding chair, both legs propped up on an ammo crate and his arms folded across his chest. He was still wearing the same black combat uniform from that day, and he hadn't even had time to wash off the blood.
It was obvious he was furious.
After paying, he spat. The droplets mixed with the blood on the ground as he continued staring at the people in front of him.
"You bastards didn't think to notify me right away? You even bought stuff from him?"
Five men knelt before him, bound tightly together. One of them was dressed in a suit and might once have been a man of considerable standing.
But now he was filthy and disheveled, half his face swollen and still dripping blood.
The people beside him looked like a hotel receptionist, a technician, and a cleaner.
The ordinary people were trembling with fear. The Suit-Wearing Man wasn't doing much better. He looked like he wanted to talk back, but didn't have the guts.
"I asked you a question!" Sergeant immediately cocked his gun and aimed it at the Suit-Wearing Man.
"At first, they said they were just here to sell things, cheaper than market price. I was on my guard, but they... they came with guns!
"Fuck, what the hell was I supposed to do? They came with guns! They came with guns!"
"Yeah, yeah, they came with guns! I've got a gun too! And I'm