<h4>Chapter 54 Groups</h4>
The ck Sand Corporation''s reputation as one of thergest private militarypanies in the world preceded them. Their presence in the Apocalypse Game was both notorious and influential. They specialized in providing yers to different cities for the game, offering their services at an exorbitant cost. The money earned from these ventures fueled their training programs, constantly churning out new soldiers. To the corporation, the existence of the Apocalypse Game was nothing more than a profitable business venture.
Having experienced numerous encounters with mercenary groups in his previous life, n knew how formidable and unpredictable they could be. Some mercenaries became his allies, working together to achievemon goals, while others were formidable opponents who made survival all the more difficult.
As he stood before the group of men in dark uniforms from the ck Sand Corporation, n''s calm demeanor belied the tension in the air. He had expected the mercenary group to take an interest in him after his sessful debut in the Apocalypse Game. Their sharp gazes scrutinized him, sizing him up as if assessing his worth.
"Can I help you, gentlemen?" n greeted them casually, maintaining a nonchnt tone to hide his true emotions. Behind the facade of tranquility, he knew that crossing paths with the ck Sand Corporation could be both advantageous and dangerous.
There were four of them, all gazing at n with sharp, scrutinizing eyes. Their imposing presence would have easily intimidated most people, but n remained unfazed.
"You are n D''Angelo?" asked the baldy man, his voice carrying authority and experience. From the man''s uniform, n deduced that he held a squad leader rank. However, n didn''t recognize him, which suggested that this particr individual might have met his demise early in the game, possibly in the next round.
"We would like to know which group you belong to?!" the baldy man demanded, his tone assertive.
n answered casually, "Group? I belong to no group. I''m just a civilian trying to survive the game like everyone else."
His calm and collected response seemed to annoy the man and the rest of the group. It only reinforced their belief that n was not an ordinary yer.
"Do you think of us as fools!?" the man retorted, his frustration evident.
"No.. of course not... I dont really know you… I wouldn''t know"
Once again, his nonchnt reply irked the man and the group, adding fuel to the fire. However, before the situation could escte further, a figure approached from behind n—a US military soldier, Sergeant Dn O''Connor.
"Any problem here?" said the African American sergeant, his voice steady andmanding.
"No, Sergeant, no problem at all," the baldy man replied, his demeanor slightly shifting in the presence of the military figure.
The baldy man''s intense gaze bore into n once again as he delivered a stern warning, "Whoever you are, do not cross with us."
"Understood," n replied calmly, acknowledging the man''s caution.
Once the mercenary group departed, Sergeant Dn O''Connor turned to n, his curiosity evident. "You know them?"
"No, Sergeant, we''re just acquainted now," n said, offering a half-hearted smile. "You know, the more friends, the better."
Dn sighed, recognizing that n had a way of attracting attention, both good and bad. "So have you thought about our offer? Do you want to join the military?"
The question caused a stir among n''spanions, Vicky and Luis. They knew that if n decided to join the military, their paths might diverge, and it would significantly impact their own journeys in the game.
n maintained hisposure as he replied, "I really haven''t decided, Sergeant. It''s a big decision, and I need some time to think it through."
Not willing to let the matter drop, the sergeant pressed on, "What do you need to be convinced?"
n chuckled softly, appreciating the sergeant''s persistence. "Well, how about starting with the reward you promised before? That might help me consider the offer."
"Alright, follow me to themand center," Dn said, leading n through the bustling corridors of the US military base.
As they walked, Vicky and Luis exchanged worried nces. "He''s not really joining the military, is he?" Vicky whispered.
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Inside themand center, the atmosphere was tense and focused. Armed personnel moved with precision, their eyes constantly scanning screens and maps disying vital information about the ongoing Apocalypse Game. The room buzzed with a sense of urgency as they strategized and coordinated their efforts to tackle the ever-changing challenges.
Dn, the US military sergeant, led n to a separate room on the left wing of themand center. This room was the armory, meticulously organized and stacked with an impressive array of weapons. The sight was both awe-inspiring and somber, knowing that each weapon had yed a role in the struggles and sacrifices of previous yers.
"You can choose from any avable weapon here," Dn informed him with a serious tone. The weapons before them ranged from various types of melee weapons, like swords, axes, and hammers, to an assortment of firearms, including pistols, shotguns, and rifles.
In all honesty, the weapons that the Government offered as rewards were all second-hand items. On top of that, all of them were just ofmon grade. Even so, no one dared to belittle these items.
The reason was not just becausemon weapons were still rare to be found or cost a lot of survival points to buy, but also due to the well-known fact that all these weapons had been used by deceased yers from thest round.
In other words, n was currently standing in a weapon graveyard, with each weapon having an untold story to tell.
"For your A rank achievement, You can choose one melee item and one firearm each."
As he heard that, n gave his thanks with an upturned face and quickly made his way to choose the weapons.
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