Ever since Silin's Eleventh Squad's return, it had attracted a lot of attention. After the meeting, the Eleventh Squad became a hot topic of conversation for many people. It became a laughingstock that even spread to the other Hunter regiments. It was because no one was willing to go with the Eleventh Squad. How could they not become a laughingstock when only five of the several hundred people that were assigned to the Vanguard Division went with them?
Regardless of whether it was due to some people's conjecture that the Eleventh Squad was an elite squad or that they were just following the public opinion, it didn't change the fact that most people weren't optimistic about the Vanguard Division. This was especially true given the current complicated circumstances. A squad of twenty or so people wasn't even close to being enough. It was a disgrace to the Vanguard Division.
After all, they were one of the Big Four. Moreover, Vanguard did not have a special management style like Blue Butterfly. They focused on scale and manpower. So, naturally, Team Eleven was ranked last in the Vanguard team in terms of overall strength.
However, Silin didn't mind. If he, the captain, didn't have any opinion on this, then the others wouldn't mind making a fuss. There would be plenty of time to prove their strength in the future. As for the five new members, they felt that they had made the right decision, especially after receiving the armor Xi Mu had given them. Their armor was different from the others. It wasn't made according to their strengths or weaknesses. Xi Mu was still observing the five newcomers.
If the five of them performed well during the mission and left a good impression on Xi Mu, he wouldn't mind modifying their armor. However, if they did anything to harm the Eleventh Squad's interests, Xi Mu wouldn't waste his energy on custom-made armor for them. Forget the custom-made armor, he'd even take back the armor he'd given to the Eleventh Squad. Since he could give them away, he had a way to take them back without missing a single one.
Of the eleven squads that returned to the Vanguard Division, six had already left. After Silin told everyone to get ready, he applied to leave the base as well.
"Hey, Little Eleven, we finally meet!"
Mogas greeted Little Eleven as he stood in front of the starship inside the space station.
"It's nice to meet you all. Oh right, I've already prepared your rooms. You can decorate the rest yourself," Little Eleven's voice came from the starship.
With this super AI, there was no need for Silin and the others to take care of the trivial matters on the starship. Little Eleven could do it on his own.
The six teams that had previously left the headquarters had already acted as good pathfinders. The route that Silin had drawn up would avoid some unnecessary trouble and allow them to leave as soon as possible to save time. After explaining the route to Little Eleven, the Eleventh Squadron set off again.
Since they had made ample preparations beforehand, the Eleventh Squad didn't run into any trouble until they left Sector K. The scattered Hunter groups they ran into along the way didn't attack the Eleventh Squad's starship either. This greatly disappointed the eager crew who had just received their armor not long ago.
The eleventh party had a code of confidentiality, and the five newcomers had no objections to it. Some good things couldn't be shared with others, especially in the Hunter class. There was already a shortage of internal resources, so who would be willing to share them? The eleven squads of Vanguard were all developed on their own, relying on their own abilities. No one was a philanthropist, and Hunter was a risky profession.
The longer they stayed in contact with the Eleventh Squad, the more surprised they became. The Eleventh Squad might be small, but they were quite capable. Other than the armor and the successful implantation of the super AI into the starship, they also received a communication notification the moment they left Sector K. It didn't take long for a transport ship to contact the Eleventh Squad and deliver a large amount of resources to them.
Mogas scurried back and forth as he looked at the boxes of food.
"Is there something going on between the Eleventh Squad and the Smiling Face Corporation? These are all pretty good things, and they're practically luxurious at the current market price! Not even we had the privilege of eating food of this quality when we went on a mission with the A Squad! "
Mogas took out a bag of jerky from one of the crates, opened it, and ate it. The aftertaste lingered on his face. Mogas hurriedly wiped his mouth when he saw the smug look on Kari's face. Then, he leaned over and asked why they were so generous.
Kari smiled mysteriously. "It's not because of us. The only reason we're able to get these resources at such a low price is because of our captain."
Mogas shot a glance at Silin, who was talking to the person in charge of the transport, and then at Huimao, who was walking back and forth with his tail between his legs. "Is our captain this nice to his pets as well?" The price of the dozen or so crates of fish biscuits wasn't a small amount.
"Oh, you mean that? We didn't spend a cent on that. It's Lord Cat's profit."
Mogas rubbed his chin and muttered, "Why do I feel like the five of us are taking advantage of him?"
After receiving the resources, the Eleventh Squad's starship sailed straight to its first mission destination. They passed by a place close to Sector E, and it was there that Silin left with Czedow, Shusag, and the others. At the same time, three robots that looked identical to Silin, Shusag, and Czedow appeared on the Eleventh Squad's starship. They were there to act as cover for them.
Silin piloted a small spaceplane toward Sector E. Compared to the last time Silin visited Sector E, Sector E was a lot busier right now.
The chaotic battlefields scattered all over the place had seriously injured more people than usual. Those with money and ability would come to Sector E to seek medical attention. After all, Sector E's medical care was more trustworthy and perfect. Ever since the League of Stars's turmoil began, the prices of goods in Sector E were generally high, not to mention the price of medicine and treatment. Therefore, most of the people who came to Sector E were people with money.
As for the big families, they had their own powerful medical teams to begin with. Now that they had recruited some of the best medical talents in Sector E with high salaries, the loss of medical talents in Sector E only exacerbated the rise in medical costs.
Silin looked at the treatment list of some of the sanatoriums. In the past, it would've been enough to perform a full induction treatment and post-treatment repair, but now it was only enough to perform a partial induction treatment, and that didn't include the post-treatment repair and other follow-up measures.
Shusag was very curious about this sector. There were no functional sectors like this in the Mist Bodhisattva Empire, and most of the medical professionals were distributed among the nobles. The rest of them were either affiliated with the RAS or hidden in places unknown to the public.
Shusag couldn't help but click his tongue when he saw the price of the treatment list. "Seriously, they can't even afford to be injured. What if a normal person lost an arm or leg or something, and they couldn't afford advanced treatment? Wouldn't that be terrible? "
"Those who can afford it will replace it with a mechanical arm for now. Those who can't even afford it have no choice but to endure it," Silin answered.
While they were talking, they saw a piece of local news. The gist of the message was that a man who thought he had some money and came out to show off ran into space robbers and had both his legs chopped off. He escaped with his remaining money and came to Sector E for treatment, only to discover that the money he had was only enough to treat one leg, and the recovery treatment was barely enough to cover the cost. There was no way he could pay for both legs at all, and his life was difficult after treatment. The people around him would mock and ridicule him from time to time, and in the end, the man couldn't bear the contrast and committed suicide.
Shusag said, "I think there are only two kinds of people who can accept it, and those who can't. Back then, I escaped from that kind of situation with my bastard son and lived like a rat in the sewers. At first, I was a beggar myself. I had no background, and I couldn't even use my real identity. I couldn't use my connections, and all my hard work and honor were denied. I didn't know how to do anything other than work as a laborer.
When I was working as a laborer, I was pointed at and scolded all day, and I couldn't resist or show any emotions. I also couldn't expose the fact that I was a mutant. Otherwise, I would be fired and ostracized. If that happened, my son and I would lose our food money. Other people got to eat, drink, and buy gifts for their children. But what about me? I was greedy and worked my ass off at the construction site for a measly wage. I was as lowly as a pile of dried bird poop that fell from a great height and smashed into pieces.
Speaking of which, I aged really fast during those years, and the little bit of pride and sharpness I had in the military turned into a weathered old man … But no matter what, I made it through. The luckiest part of me is meeting you, captain! Hehe. "
Shusag put his arm around Silin and Czedow before pointing his chin at the fat cat not far away. "What do you think they think about animals like that? In their opinion, there are two kinds of animals: edible and inedible, right? "
Silin shook his head. "No, you're talking about other animals. To that fatty, there are only two kinds of animals: delicious and inedible. I don't think there's anything that's inedible to it. "
On the other side, the person in question was bending over and pressing his ears. His two front paws retracted slightly to adjust his position. Then, he suddenly jumped up and slapped down a pigeon that had snatched the bread crumbs. Then, he bit a hole in the butt of a parked flying car and stuffed the dizzy pigeon inside. Then, he bit a hole in the building next to the flying car and plugged the hole in the flying car. Not long after, a couple who were having sex inside the flying car let out a cry of surprise and opened the roof to chase the pigeon away. As for the flying car alarm that the owner was complaining about, it was useless against Huimao.
Silin dragged the laughing Huimao over to him and walked toward a very large sanatorium.
Although the sanatorium's treatment fees had increased several times over, there were still a lot of patients who came here for treatment. The person Silin was looking for wasn't in the treatment area at the front of the sanatorium, but the recovery area at the back.
"First floor, Room 108, Flanders?"
The guard checked the ID and received permission from the patient inside the recovery room. Then, he let Silin and the others in, assuming that they were here to visit a patient.
Cillin walked into the recovery room and saw his target, the only patient in the room — Flanders. He was lying on his bed enjoying a massage while watching the news.
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