Britz could already feel the distrust in Carrie's eyes.
Her eyes seemed to be saying, "Are you treating me like a laborer or a fool?"
Britz had no choice. The psionic team was indeed large.
However, most of the funds were still invested in the base and the senior members.
F-level missions were 100 dollars, E-level missions were 500, D-level missions were 2,000, C-level missions were 8,000, B-level missions were 50,000, and A-level missions were 300,000.
S-level missions were 3 million.
This was how the psionic team divided the rewards for different levels of missions.
The rewards for low-level missions were generally lower than the market price, while the rewards for high-level missions were generally higher.
They were using the money saved from low-level missions to subsidize high-level missions.
In fact, giving such a high reward for high-level missions was also to attract strong people to join their psionic team.
Of course, Britz could not say that her current reward was higher than those experts'.
He looked at Carrie seriously. "Right now, you are not just carrying out a mission. What you need is to strengthen yourself, and we can provide you with help and resources in this regard. Once your strength is increased, you won't have to worry about why low-level missions have such low rewards. The rewards for high-level missions will definitely be so rich that you can't imagine it."
Of course, the rewards for high-level missions were indeed very tempting.
But the key problem was that high-level missions were also very difficult.
From C-level onwards, it basically required teamwork.
Last month, for example, they had completed an A-level mission, four B-level missions, and several missions below B-level.
They had indeed accepted an S-level mission, but it had ended in failure. Four teams had carried out an S-level mission together, but in the end, two teams had been completely wiped out, one team had been half-crippled, and one team had been heavily injured.
Even the employer had died because the mission had failed.
This also made the higher-ups of the psionic team realize that their team was really not strong enough.
They had received information that their old rival, the Supernatural Society.
Last month, they had received three S-level missions. All of them had been carried out as individual teams, and all of them had been completed successfully.
One of them had been able to easily complete S-level and above missions.
The other had tried their best to complete S-level missions, but they had all ended in failure.
From this, the difference in strength between the two organizations could be clearly felt.
Of course, in the eyes of the higher-ups of the psionic team, this was because they had a lot of people and their strength was mixed.
There was also a classification of strength that wasn't very accurate. Some looked strong, but in reality, their combat strength was average, and they were ranked very high.
As for those who hid their strength, or those who could only display their strength in actual combat, their strength was ranked at a lower level.
However, after several rounds of re-screening and combat strength assessment, the combat strength of the team had increased significantly.
Of course, there was a shortage of low-level members.
That was why the psionic team started recruiting on a large scale.
No matter how strong the spiritualist was, he had to recruit him first.
As for strength, battle prowess, and potential, they would have to be screened through actual combat missions.
Those who did not have potential or were not strong enough were likely to die in the first few missions or quit.
Britz had not sought Carrie out because she was strong or because he saw potential in her.
It was only because she was a spiritualist. That was all.
Britts hoped that Carrie would grow up.
But it didn't matter if he didn't grow up.
After all, there were plenty of candidates.
In any case, it was like a great wave washing away the sand.
In the end, all that was left was real gold.
Carrie was in a dilemma.
She had experienced the ups and downs of her life in the past few days.
First, she had obtained supernatural power. Then, her job and life had changed greatly.
Through supernatural power, she had earned a lot of money.
But then, she had met Chen Zhao.
That road-blocking ghost!
She had fallen.
Now, she was faced with the same choice.
As long as she joined the organization, she could get rid of that road-blocking ghost.
She felt that no matter how strong Chen Zhao was, he couldn't be stronger than a large organization like the psionic team.
Therefore, the psionic team would definitely be able to help her solve Chen Zhao's problem.
According to Britts, she definitely didn't have enough strength right now to earn a lot of money.
"How long do you think I'll need to earn a lot of money?"
"That depends on your potential. I think you have a lot of potential, but your growth isn't up to me. Based on my experience, you'll need at least a year to train."
Hearing Britz's words, Carrie lowered her head and pondered in silence.
"Yuwu, what do you think?"
"I think it's doable. Joining the organization can at least help you get rid of that man. A year's time is enough for you to grow to a level that everyone can only look up to. By then, even if that man appears again, you'll have enough strength to fight him. No, you'll be able to defeat him easily."
"Okay, I'll join the psionic team. Do I need to sign a contract?"
"Erm, a contract. The demon will be the witness." Britts took out a goatskin contract and handed it to Carrie. "Bite your finger and leave a fingerprint."
Carrie was a bit repulsed by this obviously evil contract, but Yuwu said in her mind, "Don't worry.
A low-level contract like this doesn't have much binding power. Even if you break it, the demon won't be very strong. With his strength, he can deal with it in minutes. "
…
The next day, Chen Zhao enjoyed his free lunch break.
Just then, a call came in.
It was the manager of the buffet.
"Boss, your call." Portia handed the phone to Chen Zhao.
"Who is it?"
"Boss, I'm Sig's manager, Lai Dele."
"Yes, what's up?"
"Boss, it seems that Miss Carrie resigned today."
"Resigned? She resigned? "Chen Zhao's eyelids twitched." Is she still in the shop? "
"No, she just called me."
"Okay, I got it."
Chen Zhao took a deep breath and suppressed his irritation.
Then he dialed Carrie's number.
"Miss Carrie, you'd better explain the reason for your resignation. Or do you already have enough money to compensate for the losses you caused?"
"F * ck, * sshole, I'm not afraid of you anymore. As for your extortion, I don't care. I'm warning you, I've already joined a powerful organization. You can't threaten me."
"Oh? Powerful organization? Which one? "
"Psionic team. If you know what's good for you, don't mess with me anymore. The psionic team is stronger than you can imagine."
"Miss Carrie, I admire your courage, but this isn't over yet. Remember, no one can refuse to pay me back the money they owe me. No one. Even if you join the Vatican, you can't escape from my debt collection."
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