Chapter 185: You motherfucker!

Mercenary corps, the general classification for mercenary organizations with over 50 members.

Their numbers far exceed those of mercenary agencies; built upon a large base of free mercenaries, these large teams form the upper-middle tier of interstellar mercenaries.

At the same time, they are also a terrible upper-middle tier.

Free, chaotic, a mix of dragons and snakes.

The industry once had a saying: 'The larger the mercenary corps, the higher the proportion of criminals among its members.'

Especially those mercenary corps that wander between different planets; their members more or less have broken the law, and those involved in loss of life are countless.

Of course, Aomo's victory in monster fighting also counts as indirectly killing that mercenary and that woman, not even leaving their souls behind.

Although deemed legal, it still counts as bearing responsibility for a life.

He wasn't concerned about 'bearing responsibility for a life' either; the point worth emphasizing is that the quality, stance, and composition of mercenary corps are indeed mixed.

Generally speaking, whether it's a company or a large organization, the mercenaries they cultivate, support, and cooperate with are agency mercenaries.

After all, agency mercenaries are like off-duty law enforcers, an armed group based on law-abiding conduct, and they won't bring extra trouble to clients.

But the mercenaries under Yuger Company are mercenary corps.

'Mercenary corps?'

'Not an agency but a mercenary corps?'

At the end of his conversation with Mr. Li, Aomo confirmed this, and Li gave an affirmative reply.

This is already the heart of Sima Zhao.

Even if it additionally has a registered agency under its name, having a mercenary corps is enough to show that Yuger Company intends to do big things.

Even if it hasn't done so yet, it's still on the way to doing it.

'The Rising Star Mercenary Corps ranks 128th in the Boundary Gate District, a middle-low tier.'

'Because it clashed with several horse girls and suffered many member losses, you could say it's purely low tier and I'd believe you.'

In the foreign region of the Boundary Gate District, in front of Yuger Company's gate, Aomo, who had already taken off his helmet, spoke softly, his earbuds hanging from his ear, while Li, with whom he was communicating, stood in the formation thirty meters ahead to the front-left.

That was the formation for mercenary recruitment.

The recruitment of the Rising Star Mercenary Corps.

And he stood in another formation.

'Mr. Lindon,' a female voice came through the earpiece.

'Please speak, Miss Lifu.'

A member of the Grey Raven Agency, one of Li's teammates, the white-haired girl who opened the car door.

Aomo had seen her in the temporary data he looked up; she, too, is an operative called a 'Construct,' positioned as support and medical, but also has a blacked-out 'attack' role, which is thought-provoking.

Among the two of them, there should also be a regular member named 'Luxia,' who is truly responsible for attack.

'Sorry to have you fill Luxia's position…' Just as she said, Miss Luxia seems to be busy with other things, and the idea for the joint operation was spontaneously thought up by the Chief Miss.

This kind of impulsive, sigh-inducing, panicky temperament is also very much like Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan Misheng.

The two of them would probably get along well.

Aomo thought to himself, while Miss Lifu continued explaining: 'Intelligence indicates they encountered the Sirius-represented university horse girls, so their combat power isn't that weak; please be careful.'

That is, advising him not to underestimate the enemy.

'Thanks for the reminder, but Miss Lifu, you don't need to come answer the call yourself?'

'Do you two have to keep using honorifics with each other?' The annoyed female voice that interjected was that of the Chief Miss.

'Um, Commander.'

Also the commander referred to by Miss Lifu and Mr. Li; this agency likely has a military background, Mr. Li is fine to say, but the Chief Miss and Miss Lifu's behavior and demeanor show obvious military traces.

Or more plainly, it's the kind of trace left by having been on the battlefield.

Of course, he perhaps doesn't need to be so serious about observing and confirming; after all, on the vehicle half an hour ago, the Commander Miss had already boasted to her about many things from her original world.

She also said she was the top of her military academy, her marksmanship first-rate, just a bit worse than Li's (by a finger's width).

Whether true or not, this person really has some social bravado.

'I'm saying, Miss Lifu and Mr. Lindon, everyone participated in the same operation. According to the saying here… no, according to the Dongyan saying, rounding off also counts as having served together.'

'Let's not worry about dropping the mister and miss honorifics; earlier, let's drop the honorifics.'

'If you don't find it offensive, then of course you can.'

Politeness is merely a tool Aomo uses for convenient observation and to avoid trouble; he doesn't insist on it, it's just become a habit.

As for Miss Lifu, it seems to be a matter of her personality.

She is a rather pure kind of gentle woman; as a medic, she is also an ideal ideal.

The Chief, meanwhile, introduced her on the vehicle as 'the little angel of the team,' eliciting a shy shout from the former that was cut off.

Aomo couldn't see any possible darkness for a moment; he only felt that if that personality could remain pure all the time, it would be worthy of respect.

'Miss Lifu needs to watch Mr. Li to avoid any unexpected situations.'

'Lost your way?' Aomo secretly guessed at the mute person over there, then heard a shout from ahead:

'Next!'

Aomo stepped forward and handed over the data card provided by the Chief: 'This is my registration card.'

'Yu Shilian? Did your family give you this name?'

'…Yes, he likes ten‑draw pulls.' Aomo clenched his face, Morrison recently came to mind.

Next came someone even more addicted to heavy spending on draws, a gambling maniac.

'Hahaha, who doesn't like ten‑draw pulls? After registering, go to the back to test your strength.'

'Okay, thanks.'

——

Ten minutes later, Aomo, Li, and Liv gathered at the edge of the crowd, someone was giving a speech in front of the crowd.

"I heard there's some trouble over there?" Aomo said, looking around.

"Just a few thugs." Li said coolly.

"You pesky little brats! Trying to take advantage of Liv!" a Spring Water commander shouted over the comms, "Don't even think they have a chance against Liv!"

"Mr. Li protected me; this body is actually not suited for combat right now," said the gentle girl in ordinary attire.

Not suited for combat, but that doesn't mean one can't fight, right?

Aomo, noticing that, glanced at Li's empty hands: "How much of your power did you show in the test?"

"You haven't summoned a mech replacement, so what power are you talking about, Mr. Lindun?" the Section Chief said via the interface, "You should also see that this place is indeed quite loose."

"I just showed a few source-energy tricks and my physical fitness, and that made me a full member," Aomo said, continuing to observe the surroundings, "they really are short-staffed."

"And identity checks are pretty casual," Li added softly, "they didn't say anything about your face, did they?"

"I am Yue Shilian, I'm a die-hard fan of Aomo Lindun, went straight to a cosmetic clinic and got a face identical to his; you can also treat me as Aomo Lindun." Aomo said expressionlessly.

"Did they believe it?"

"They did." He shrugged, looking at the silent Li and surprised Liv.

"Mercenary Corps organizations like this are mostly loose in structure and environment; those who care about identity verification are usually the core layer."

"Right, what are your fake identities called?"

"Mo Li."

"Li Fu."

"?" Aomo frowned, turning his head, "Is only my name this weird?"

"I'm actually quite surprised you came up with that excuse; the commander said they forgot to tell you, and you even figured that into it."

"Liv also admires Aomo's quick thinking, Li once praised Aomo for being good at deduction, like a Detective" "That was a hasty judgment."

"Wait a moment, wait a moment," Aomo hurriedly interrupted as the two started to walk away, "Section Chief Miss, won't you say something?"

"Figured out… deduction…… Aomo now actually has a bit of a demand for proof"

"Huh? You didn't guess that, did you? I love ten draws, especially the ten from saving up monthly cards!"

This person is righteous and confident.