Chapter 9: A mercenary

Sister Margaret's Bar

Wade left to prepare for the next mission.

At the moment, only Paul and Weasel were left in the bar.

"You want to be a mercenary?"

"Yes, I need money," Paul nodded.

Before this, Wade had introduced Weasel's identity to Paul.

Weasel was both a broker and an information dealer. While running this mercenary bar, he provided mercenaries with commissions at reasonable prices, earning a part of the commission from them. Simply put, he was like an NPC who handed out tasks.

If you had enough money, you could also buy prohibited items from Weasel, such as firearms or forged identities.

Just in time, Paul was short of money and needed a legal identity, making Weasel the perfect contact.

Weasel looked at Paul. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Well, for Wade's sake."

With that, Weasel took out a stack of gold and black cards from behind the bar.

"Although you may have heard about this from Wade, I'll briefly introduce our rules here. There are mainly two types of commissions: gold card and black card."

Weasel picked up a gold card and explained, "These gold cards are relatively low in difficulty. The advantage is that you don't need to bear much risk, but the rewards are lower."

"What about the black card?" Paul asked.

"This is a bit more complicated."

Weasel replaced it with a black card. "Black card commissions are generally more difficult. The advantage is that the reward is substantial. The higher the difficulty, the higher the reward. However, I must state in advance that once you accept the commission, you are on your own. Even if you are Wade's friend, I won't help you take the blame. I'm just an ordinary broker, understand?"

"Understood," Paul nodded.

"I hope you really understand." Weasel shrugged, said nothing more, and laid all the cards out in front of Paul.

Paul flipped through them casually. Each card was printed with the target person's name, and on the back, there was a note about the task content, specifying the target, commission, and reward.

In the stack of gold cards, most of the remuneration ranged from 50 to 200 USD. As Weasel said, these were low-risk commissions, like teaching a cheating man a lesson or threatening a stalker—tasks that wouldn't involve killing people.

In contrast, the black card commissions were much more terrifying.

"Kill the Russian Ross gang member, Jeff Mond, one thousand USD."

"Surveillance of members of the Blood Wolf Gang, Warner Hewlett, five thousand USD."

"Kidnap the rich businessman's daughter, Ashley Suzanne, one hundred thousand USD."

The black card commissions often involved special characters and required using means that couldn't see the light of day. This was clearly a task for extrajudicial lunatics!

Paul couldn't bear to look at half of them. He just wanted to make some money and get himself a legal status; he didn't intend to become a mercenary. Especially those commissions involving gangsters. As an ordinary person without an identity, fighting against gangsters would be unnecessarily dangerous.

Weasel seemed to read Paul's mind and joked, "Why, are you scared?"

Paul replied calmly, "I've never been into doing sneaky things. As for those commissions from gangsters, they haven't provoked me, so why should I provoke them?"

At that moment, a familiar panel suddenly popped up.

[Title triggers!]

[Wanted order - can be completed]

[Unlock condition: kill fifteen sinful villains (0/15)]

[Awarded Title: Super High School Level Sharpshooter]

New unlockable missions!?

The sudden prompt immediately caught Paul's attention. After two months, he had triggered a title unlocking task again.

"Kill fifteen wicked people who have committed many crimes?" Paul read the unlocking conditions and thought about it.

As Weasel was about to put away the black cards, muttering, "You're smart. The rewards for these black card commissions are not easy to get. If you offend those gangsters, they'll come after you like mad dogs..."

"Snap!"

Paul pressed down on the black card. "I'll accept the commission from these gangsters!"

Weasel looked confused. Why had Paul suddenly changed his mind when he seemed reluctant to cause trouble just a few seconds ago?

"Wait, didn't you say you didn't want to provoke them?"

Paul looked at Weasel with righteous and solemn determination. "It's not about the money. It's about fighting crime. I've always disliked these gangsters doing stealthy things."

Weasel: "..."

Before saying that, can you at least put down the Coke in your hand?