Beads of sweat appeared on my forehead, and I immediately understood that Asimov must have played a trick of shoddy goods. He packaged my parallel import and passed it off as a genuine product to these local guerrillas.

Oh, Nainai. If he comes back alive, he must be hacked to death.

But the problem is that the villain leader is sitting in front of me and looking at me gloomily. There are hundreds of heavily armed men outside the door. If he tells the truth, he will probably die in an ugly way.

But at this moment a bold idea suddenly came into my mind.

"Excuse me, the salary thing...does it still count?"

"Well, everything is according to the contract. The monthly salary is 5,000 Mala, and the reward for destroying a land combat mecha is 1,000 Mala. The aviation mecha is 2,000 Mala, and the damage is 300 Mala. Compared with

In terms of a non-commissioned officer’s monthly salary, this amount shouldn’t be bad.”

I'm a little unhappy. Football teams generally have a thousand maras for every goal scored, but I only get a thousand maras for risking my life. Am I wrong?!

"As you can see, our Chasseur Regiment is in a very poor position, with almost no large source of income. In addition, every attack involves huge losses, so... please forgive me."

The villain said in a low voice, and I almost wanted to nod, but I suddenly thought that this guy had been talking and listening from just now. I didn't like this passive situation very much, so I felt the need to use my hand.

A little bit of information to counterattack.

"If I remember correctly... I should have given a lot of useful information on 'that' aspect."

The villain's eyes lit up slightly, and I immediately realized there was a way out.

"Oh, you're quite well informed, Sergeant."

I smiled and didn't say anything. In fact, that's all I inferred based on the experience of being almost killed by two Garands of unknown origin.

"It's true that the alliance has provided assistance, but unfortunately, the supplies have given priority to the regular army. It would be good if our second-line troops can take the after-effects." The villain seemed to think for a moment, "Okay, shoot down one and add another two hundred

Mara, the damage will be increased by fifty Mara, this number cannot be more."

I was very satisfied with the nearly 20% extra, and said it was no problem with a smile on my face.

"By the way, don't use your original name. It will be very troublesome. Think of a pseudonym yourself."

Before leaving, the villain added something.

"Yes...sir."
Chapter completed!