Su Xiao patted her chest: "Have you guys figured out what's popular?"
They came to the private trading market not to buy anything, but to assess the market. After all, back in City A, all three families had collected a lot of items into the space, and they needed to find an opportunity to sell them to avoid letting them depreciate or go to waste.
Banxia summarized: "The greatest demand is for food, warm clothing, medicine, fuel, and weapons."
Even when basic needs like food and clothing are difficult to meet, basic survival supplies remain the most sought-after items.
Fang Yunyun added, "There's also salt, sugar, and alcohol."
After surveying the market, the group immediately headed to the mission hall. Su Yao, Fang Yunyun, Su Xiao, Cai Yuan, and Zhao Xuan were interested in learning about the specific mission details, while Banxia and Nanxing were not interested and were simply there for the fun of it.
The mission hall has six floors, from top to bottom: the mission acceptance area for S-rank to D-rank missions and the mercenary team registration area.
The group went to the mercenary registration office first. According to the regulations, a mercenary team of two or more people can be registered, and the team can only take on small missions; a mercenary group of thirty or more people can be registered and can take on large missions.
The group glanced at it casually and then went up to the second floor.
D-level tasks are relatively simple, mostly involving physical labor, such as farming, animal husbandry, and infrastructure construction. Each task earns five to twenty points or more.
C-level missions mostly involve gathering information, such as investigating whether mutated animals have appeared in a certain area, the number of zombies, etc.
The B-level missions are getting more difficult, such as clearing out zombies on a street, hunting down a mutated animal that has injured someone and escaped, and rescuing survivors.
Level A missions generally require leaving the base, such as rescuing a missing squad, hunting down groups of ordinary mutated animals, collecting supplies, and gathering mutated plants.
S-class missions are mostly group missions, such as clearing out advanced mutated animals or plants, or escorting researchers to a certain location to conduct research.
The points required for tasks ranging from C-level to S-level are between 20 and 2,000.
Su Yao stroked his chin: "The reward for an S-rank mission is really good."
"Tch," a sneer came from the side, "Don't you even know your own limitations? You talk about S-level missions as soon as you open your mouth. Aren't you afraid of not coming back?"
Upon hearing this, those around him couldn't help but burst into laughter, pointing and whispering about Banxia and the others.
Fang Yunyun rolled her eyes and warned coldly, "If you keep being so foul-mouthed, don't blame me for taking action!"
The man looked at her incredulously, as if he had heard a joke: "Attack? Do you know who I am?"
Fang Yunyun frowned impatiently: "I don't care who you are, I'll smoke anyone who comes!"
"Spicy enough," the leading man said, giving her a suggestive look and using a slick, oily tone, "I like it!"
Before Fang Yunyun could speak, Banxia, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly took out a bottle of water-soluble chili extract from her space and sprayed it into the man's eyes more than ten times. The man screamed "Ah!" and covered his eyes, tears streaming down his face.
Achoo!
Su Xiao, who can't handle spicy food very well, sneezed several times from the strong spiciness in the air: "It's so spicy, what is this?"
Banxia blinked innocently: "Water-soluble capsaicin, bought before the apocalypse, I keep it in my bag to use as pepper spray."
If that sleazy guy hadn't said "it's so spicy," she wouldn't have even remembered she had that thing.
“That’s really nice,” Fang Yunyun said, taking the bottle from her hand and examining it carefully. “I’ll make a few bottles to keep on hand when I get back.”
“Hmm,” Banxia put the bottle back into her spatial storage, “If there’s nothing else, let’s go out and take a look around the streets.”
She took Nanxing's arm and was about to leave when two earthen spikes suddenly appeared out of thin air and headed straight for her eyes. Nanxing instinctively conjured a mental barrier in front of her, causing the attack to miss its target.
Banxia looked up and saw that the lewd man who had launched the attack had a gloating smile on his face, but his eyes were filled with astonishment, making him look extremely ridiculous.
"You...you guys are also superhumans?"
Feng Zhen's heart skipped a beat as she suddenly remembered the news the staff had revealed that morning—seven advanced superhumans had arrived at the base!
This group consisted of exactly seven people, and they were all new faces he had never seen before.
Banxia didn't speak. She glanced irritably at the sign on the wall that read, "Do not use your superpowers to fight or cause harm to others." After thinking for two seconds, she took out a pistol from her spatial storage. "Is this okay now?"
Although he had just arrived at the scene, the patrol captain, who understood Banxia's gaze, silently walked to her side and said, "Madam, you can't kill people with a gun."
Banxia glanced at him, then pulled out a bunch of weapons: rocket launcher, submachine gun, stun gun, embroidered spring knife, boning axe, dagger, paracord: "Which one is okay?"
The patrol captain instinctively gripped his gun tighter, swallowing hard several times before managing to find his voice: "Madam, I'm sorry, none of these will do."
He glared at Feng Zhen. "According to the base's regulations, if one party actively provokes trouble, they will be penalized with points deductions at best, and detained for a month at worst. Feng Zhen's behavior this time was extremely egregious and has reached the standard for detention."
"As the victim, you have the right to impose punishment. Do you want Feng Zhen to compensate you for the points, or do you want him to go to jail and do hard labor?"
Feng Zhen looked at Banxia expectantly, hoping she would choose points, but Banxia said without hesitation, "Do hard labor."
People who end up in prison usually do the dirtiest, smelliest, and most dangerous jobs, such as shoveling feces for mutated animals and fertilizing mutated plants. If they're unlucky enough to encounter a temperamental mutated animal or plant, they might just die on the spot and never come back.
The patrol captain wasn't surprised at all. As a spatial ability user with so many weapons, how could he possibly lack those few points?
He gestured to his men: "Take them away."
Feng Zhen was a little unwilling and wanted to persuade Banxia, but when she saw Banxia bending down and stuffing the weapons into her space one by one, she dared not say anything more.
At worst, he can try harder to build good relationships with the mutated animals and plants. A month will pass quickly.
“This base is alright,” Fang Yunyun said, watching Feng Zhen being led away without daring to resist. “At least it’s not like other places where superhumans are high and mighty and have all the power, while ordinary people are just being bullied.”
Banxia shook her head: "No matter when, the rules are always made by the strong. Feng Zhen didn't dare to resist today only because the bodies of superhumans haven't evolved to the point of being invulnerable to blades and bullets. If one day in the future, superhumans are no longer afraid of firearms, what do you think that scene will be like?"
Her current superpower is level six, meaning ordinary steel swords can no longer pierce her skin. Once she reaches level seven or eight, even ordinary firearms probably won't be able to cause her fatal damage.
She herself has no ambition to overthrow the government, but what about the others?
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