Everyone exchanged glances, not knowing what to say.

But everyone was out to make money, who would turn their back on it?

Let's head back and clean up the trash around the stall.

...…

Propaganda Department: "Boss, we've run out of money."

The Truth Department grabbed the Propaganda Department by the collar and spat, "Ran out? What the hell? Damn it, what have you been up to? That was tens of thousands of euros, more than most people earn laboring for a month!"

"We used it to dress them up." The good buddy pointed to the side where they were waving their newly customized 40-style tactical knives and White Contract's A2 and 2B, with outfits that matched theirs as office operatives.

Their looks were modeled after an expensive prototype crafted by Pandora to ensure they looked exactly the same, though 2B was a bit puzzled by having to wear an eyepatch. Thankfully, the custom one-way see-through veil, although pricey, was manageable.

"Besides, didn't you say we should spend when needed?"

"Damn it!" The Truth Department felt a headache coming on. "Can't you understand the financial difficulty we're facing on Super Earth? I was just making a rhetorical remark, damn it!"

"Alright." The good buddy patted him on the shoulder. "Think of how much money you wasted wooing your sister-in-law, it's just a game."

"Enough!" The Truth Department brushed off his hand, expression turning stern as though becoming a different person.

"I don't want to hear your crap love stories right now, I just want money, money, USdollars, got it?"

Propaganda Department: "Boss, they're using UNdollars here."

"All the same."

The Truth Department waved his hand decisively, "Ah Fen, La Su, let's go! Grab the tools, take the job, show these country bumpkins what Super Earth is made of!"

The trio, along with the two humanoids, walked into the mission hall. Speaking of which, it was the first mission for the two humanoids since having their skin outfitted in the hospital. Should they get damaged, Super Earth's finances might take another hit.

"Let me see… Mutual delivery? No… Robbing an aircar? No… Entering the Moore Office Building's data room to upload Demonic Puppet… without hackers, forget it…"

The Truth Department scratched his head while looking at the terminal. Their mission level was only E-, and they couldn't get any high-paying jobs. Tasks that seemed somewhat promising all had stringent hacker requirements.

However, Super Earth was currently in a hacker drought, and there was nothing they could do. Plus, the three of them were newbies, utterly unaware of the recent special mission requirements.

As they were at a loss, a D-level mission suddenly popped up on the terminal by chance.

[Protect Channel 54 reporter Mark Lewis as he collects evidence in the Watson District, reward of -12,000 euros. Difficulty: D]

[Accept?]

12,000!

The Truth Department's eyes lit up and he accepted it without a second thought. Why they were getting a D-level mission despite being E-level could be a bug or something else.

Anyway, who cares, the worst that could happen was death, but you couldn't earn 12,000 in just three days.

In truth, the highest-level team among the players was the Wildman crew.

Even then, they had just barely reached D-, thanks to counting Pandora in, otherwise, it would take a while longer.

As for D+, that would require Mann's team level.

This mission was far beyond what the Super Earth trio could manage.

Even D-level was specifically set by Lin Miao to avoid scaring off three level-7 newbies.

Otherwise, it would probably go up to C-, making the 12,000 a loss for sure.

Leaning against the sofa, Lucy saw Lin Miao's actions on the computer. "Aren't you worried they'll all die in the Watson District?"

"If they die, they die. Not a big deal as long as the mission isn't a failure. I just want to see what level the two rescued by them are at."

Lin Miao looked at the cyborgs modeled by the players into Neil's automaton's two female characters.

According to Gloria and the modified pod's alignment diagnosis, these cyborgs had brain waveforms identical to the one that wiped out the Wildman team in the underground pipeline.

Even their implants and residual data had similar surgical scars.

All signs suggested some connection between the two cyborgs and Blue Eyes. They might be failed experiments, combat failures discarded, or something else entirely.

In any case, their brains might retain combat instincts or memories.

It was perfect to test their capabilities during the unknown Wagako's troublesome commission.

Oddly, Channel 54's reporter didn't go to meet the military-tech Faraday but instead sought out Huang Ban's Wagako.

Wagako seemed annoyed by such troublesome tasks, passing it over to his side. There was an eagerness, almost like probing his attitude.

The reporter must have unearthed something remarkable to make notorious middlemen from different regions avoid it.

"Phew…"

Lucy swirled the Laoshan cola handed out by the players in her hand.

"So you're all set to follow up? Or enlist Mann and them for help?"

The task's difficulty led Lucy to believe Lin Miao's current team couldn't pull it off.

"Of course." Lin Miao stood up from the sofa. "I'm curious about what remarkable thing the reporter uncovered."

"I'd advise you to be more cautious."

After Lucy put a shirt on Lin Miao, she scratched a faint bloodline across his chest with her nail.

"Although I don't know whose cards that reporter caught, the Watson District is Vortex Gang territory. It's not only the oldest place but most of the people there are nutjobs, tied to all sorts of messy stuff."

"Also, the local tastes are quite… distinctive. Be prepared before you go."

[This NPC comes from the Shadows of the Past DLC, a Channel 54 reporter who fled to Junk Town with his family, ultimately dying impoverished.]

In addition, someone wanted to know the location of East Republic Road, which I've marked on the map.

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