After clearing the game, I became the villain BOSS

At the reception desk No. 3 of the Public Commission Center, a middle-aged man is wandering here.

The middle-aged man is 35 years old this year. He originally worked as a software developer in a company, but because of his age, he was optimized. He repeatedly encountered obstacles when applying for jobs elsewhere, and became an unemployed vagrant.

In order to keep paying the mortgage, he could only borrow a truck from a friend and squat here every day, looking for the waybills that suit him.

Soon, the middle-aged man saw a long-distance transportation commission. The route was to transport construction materials from Crescent City to Twilight City. The total journey was 713 kilometers, three days and two nights, and the reward was 2300 monthly coins.

This is a good order, and you have plenty of time. Excluding the round-trip fuel costs and tolls, you can earn about 1000 monthly coins per order.

If you can get orders from Twilight City on the way back, you can earn even more.

The middle-aged man couldn't wait to come to the reception desk and showed his wrist: "I want to pick up E027165."

The receptionist was just about to scan the middle-aged man's microchip when he suddenly heard a "pop", his hand was slapped away, and several strong men squeezed in.

The leader was a man with a hooked nose and long hair. He said to a companion: "Sam, anyway, you have to go to Twilight City for work in a few days. You have taken the long-distance order E027165."

Sam pushed the middle-aged man aside and showed his wrist to the receptionist.

"It was me first..." The middle-aged man was halfway through his sentence, but when he saw those unfriendly eyes, he didn't dare to say any more.

These strong men are tall and tall, and they are all wearing camouflage uniforms. They are not easy to mess with at first glance.

As a homeless person with no money and status, and a weak wife and children at home, I cannot afford to offend such a person.

The middle-aged man could only go to another reception desk without saying a word.

The mercenaries smiled sarcastically and continued browsing the commissions.

Sam accepted the transportation order, pointed to the top of the big screen and said, "Boss Ghost Hand, look at the reward posted by the Sheriff's Department, has it been hanging for several weeks?"

Ghost Hand looked up.

It was a reward request, issued by the "Crescent City Public Security Bureau", and the reward level was C.

The target of the reward is a man named "Park Yongjun", with a reward of 10 monthly coins, regardless of life or death.

Reward commissions from the Sheriff's Department are not uncommon.

Crescent City has a high crime rate all year round and a serious lack of security forces.

In order to quickly resolve cases, the Public Security Bureau often issues reward orders and "outsources" the work to mercenaries to help solve the problem.

The bounty order levels are divided into nine levels from low to high: F, E, D, C, B, A, S, SS, SSS.

Level F is all petty theft that meets the criteria for filing a case.

Class E generally refers to criminals suspected of causing intentional injury.

D-level targets are often serious offenders who threaten human lives.

The C-level bounty means that the wanted target is extremely dangerous, usually carries several lives on his body, and is a transcendent criminal who carries a blood code or has a prosthetic body implanted.

Ghost Hand narrowed his eyes and said: "Three waves of people took this C-level bounty before, but they never came back. Now no one dares to take it."

Sam grinned: "Shall we give it a try? You can take a month off after finishing this job."

The ghost hand patted his head: "Are you tired of living with you?"

Sam rubbed his head: "You're kidding."

At this time, a figure walked to the stage and looked up at the big screen.

Guishou caught a glimpse of the black nameplate hung by the other party, and there was a joke in his eyes. He said jokingly: "It's rare to see someone from the border. Hey, you wearing a dog tag, what are you doing in the inner city? Helping people sweep the floor or walk the dog?"

Sam and the other mercenaries laughed.

Su Mo ignored them and showed his wrist to the receptionist: "I accepted the reward request from the Public Security Bureau, C000627."

After the words fell, the smiles of the mercenaries froze.

People nearby also stopped and whispered:

"Look, this person is going to pick up C000627."

"Many people have died in this commission. Who else dares to accept it? Are they willing to die?"

"This man looks strange. Is he from some mercenary group?"

The receptionist also looked at Su Mo curiously and pointed the scanner at his chip.

After scanning Su Mo's personal information, the receptionist was stunned: "Sir, did you just register here today?"

Su Mo nodded: "Yes, it's my first time here."

After hearing this, Guishou laughed so hard that he slapped his thigh: "Wearing a dog tag, you dare to accept a C-level bounty for the first time you receive a commission? You are really the most death-seeking person I have ever seen."

The receptionist was also a little embarrassed and said to Su Mo: "Sir, for your safety, we strongly do not recommend that you accept this order."

"There were three groups of people who picked up C000627 before. They all went in groups of seven or eight people. Now all of them have lost contact and their lives are unknown. It is too dangerous for you to accept the C-level bounty alone."

Su Mo smiled and said, "Thanks for the reminder. But there shouldn't be any regulations from the Public Security Bureau that one person cannot accept a C-level reward, right?"

"This..." the receptionist was a little embarrassed, "I'll call the supervisor first."

The receptionist picked up the landline and dialed the phone. He muttered something under his breath and answered "yes" several times before hanging up.

The receptionist reminded: "Sir, you should still remember the disclaimer you signed when you registered, right? On the way to entrust..."

Su Mo responded: "You are responsible for your own safety during the entrustment process. If you encounter personal injury or accidental death, the entrustment center and the employer will not bear any responsibility. I have signed it."

At this point, the receptionist had nothing to say: "Then according to the regulations, please pay a deposit of 10% of the total entrusted bounty."

"The deposit will be credited to your account together with the bounty after you complete the commission."

“If the commission overtimes or fails, the deposit will be withheld to compensate the employer for lost time.”

Su Mo was familiar with the task and paid 1 monthly coins to the public entrustment center account.

The receptionist completed the next steps and said, "C000627 has been transferred to your name. I wish you good luck."

The corresponding commission entry turns gray and disappears from the screen.

The news that someone had taken away the C-level reward from the Public Security Bureau spread quickly. Everyone gathered around reception desk No. 3 and watched Su Mo whisper to each other:

“This guy really accepted the call and even paid the deposit!”

"So many people died before, and he actually dared to take it all by himself. He's crazy..."

"Those who wear dog tags are fierce. People on the border are really desperadoes."

"Madam Earl, I'm at the Public Commission Center. There is a lone wolf here who has accepted the C-level reward from the Public Security Bureau..."

...

There were crowds of people around Su Mo, and he became the center of attention.

He looked at the crowded crowd and found a few familiar faces, all of whom were assistants to well-known middlemen.

These assistants travel to public commissioning centers in major cities all year round, playing a role similar to "talent scouts".

Their task is to find new generation mercenaries with junior qualifications and high potential for the boss, and to establish relationships with these new blood as early as possible.

However, at this time, these middlemen and assistants had no intention of coming to communicate.

They have seen too many people who deliberately accept high-level commissions and sensationalize.

Mercenary service is a pragmatic industry.

Receiving high-level commissions is nothing.

Completing high-level commissions is a skill.

Want to make a name for yourself?Let’s talk about strength.

So they just looked at Su Mo and took no further action.

Of course, for Su Mo, this kind of gaze alone was enough.

This means that he has initially entered the observation range of well-known middlemen.

The next step is to complete the commission well and tell them with a beautiful result - come and build a good relationship with me quickly, otherwise I will be poached by others.