The people in the convoy ignored the retail investors in the building and followed Link to the third floor and occupied them all.

On the first floor, two men squatting in the corner saw Link who was faintly guarded by the convoy in the center, and looked surprised.

Looking at each other, one of them spoke: "That, it seems to be Link?"

The other nodded: "It's him. I saw that mask and his walking posture was also very similar."

"Then, should we officially thank him again?"

"Of course. Well, Fisher, you're only responsible for thanking me, don't say anything else."

"Okay, Summer."

A moment later, the first group of visitors who had settled down on the third floor were welcomed: "Hi, brother, is that you?"

On the side of the hall, several people looked at each other.

I saw two people slung behind the stairs and walked slowly, with smiles all over their faces: "It's us, we only saw them in the morning."

"You are here too, let's talk." Link waved and said, not surprised by the arrival of the two.

He saw the two brothers just now and said that it would be easier to ask Lawther to recruit them later.

The brothers felt relieved. Standing in this circle, Stubby immediately handed two cigarettes.

Others in the hall were busy.

Link, Lawther and Coder, Summer and Fisher, Stubby and six others, and a bunch of temporary "fortifications" piled up by the desk in the corner, and they collectively sucked up the clouds and fog.

Because of the environmental factors of this life, Link had no hobby for smoking, and just came to the point after just a few casually: "From today, the people in the fleet will work for me."

Everyone was excited and they were just waiting for this sentence.

"I don't have much time to manage you. How many people can be recruited, how many people can be left, and how to take them to survive, you need your own efforts." Link continued to speak.

The information in this sentence was mixed, and everyone looked different, but they didn't say anything.

Link: "Today's firearms, ammunition and vehicles are the tools I "lent" to you. If you want to exchange other supplies from me, you have to get what I need."

Kou De's face became even more depressed when he heard the "borrow": The boss doesn't care about us, but he also wants us to pay the protection fee. So isn't this boss screaming in vain?

But the eyes of Lawther and Stubby lit up.

Lawther: "What can I change?"

Sduby: "What do we need to exchange for?"

The two almost spoke together, and after asking, they looked at each other, and they felt a little sympathetic.

Link: "I have guns, weapons, ammunition, food, daily necessities, drinking water here. The things I want are mainly the same - monster corpses, whether ogres or tongue-in-laws, I will change them as long as I get them."

Everyone was stunned: "Monster corpse?"

Link nodded: "Yes. Change an ogre corpse to any of the following: a rifle gun, one hundred bullets, ten kilograms of food or drinking water, and the corpse of a long tongue monster is five times higher, but I don't recommend you to hunt it. Daily necessities vary in value, you can convert them with guns, bullets, food and drinking water first."

After a pause, he continued: "People who are willing to accept stay, and those who are unwilling can leave with their guns on them tomorrow."

Lawther immediately stated: "Kode and I are with you, boss."

Kou De: "Ah? That's right."

Stubby bowed slightly: "I will work hard to complete all the work you have assigned, boss."

Summer and Fisher spoke in unison: "We'll join too."

After expressing his opinion first, everyone calmed down and showed a thoughtful look on their faces.

Are ogres dangerous? They are indeed dangerous to humans.

But is it really inconsistent? Of course not.

It's not that difficult for an organized team with guns to ambush the ogres.

For example, before the Swat was defeated, relying on the level of weapons, equipment, personnel quality, and tactical cooperation, hundreds of ogres were killed in succession, and several ordinary long-tongued monsters were defeated, and finally they were killed by the giant magic.

There are more than 20 people in the convoy. As long as the preparations are done, some people are drawn out and a small group of ogres are hunted.

Link raised his hand and pointed one by one: "Lauthor is the team leader, Koud is the deputy team leader, and he is mainly responsible for handing over monster corpses, exchanged supplies with me, and reviewing the team members."

"Stubby deputy leader, responsible for recruiting personnel, liaison, material transactions, and intelligence collection."

"Sumer, Fisher, is responsible for training and managing the combatants in the team. Pay attention to protecting the other three colleagues when fighting and don't let them die too quickly."

Lawther: "Ah?"

Stubby's eyes showed excitement: holy~shxt! Is this the treatment of holding on to the top of his head? I love you.

After completing the basic division of labor, Link signaled everyone to follow.

He brought everyone to a room on the edge of the corner and opened the door: "There are some supplies inside, enough for two or three days, which is considered a "salary" to you. Remember, only those who are willing to stay can use them."

This time, the Summer and Fisher brothers also walked in to check the supplies.

Although the overall amount of supplies is not large, it is very strange to appear in this office building, but no one is idle to think about it.

Summer and Fisher suffered in Rockford for several days, and the remaining twenty people in the team were having a long time of excitement today.

Although they are all alive now, the process is really a bit heart-wrenching, and they all need to slow down.

He handed over the "startup funds" to the convoy, Link no longer cared about them, opened the door to the opposite room himself and went in to rest.

This is just a part of the harvest he took when hunting monsters, so he gave half a backpack lattice.

The number of bullets was small, only a few thousand rounds - mainly pistol bullets that Link couldn't use and 5.56mm rifle bullets.

Don’t have too many other breads, milk, tomato sauce, sausage and ham slices, many of them are already in the open state.

Who knows what Kaifeng has encountered? When you go to the toilet to pick your nose and feet and don’t wash your hands, there are definitely not a few people who eat.

Link, who has a little mild obsessive-compulsive disorder, doesn't want to touch the food that others have touched, but Lawther and the others should not dislike it.

He locked the door when entering the house and used a heavy police explosion-proof shield to protect it again. Then he took out the ergonomic boss chair for rest and lie down halfway, plus a cup of hot coffee.

Sip coffee lightly, kicking her toes unconsciously on the ground, and the chair slowly turned.

The formation of a team to help collect monster corpses was something Link thought of on the way back.

In essence, this small team has similar functions to Delia's mother and daughter. He doesn't need to spend too much time and energy to help solve problems such as collecting intelligence, foreign transactions, and obtaining materials.

Of course, Link did not expect the team to rely on this number of people to hunt monsters, but wanted to start the business of "monster corpses for supplies" - when he first arrived in the town, he picked up dozens of ogre corpses for nothing.
Chapter completed!