The headquarters of the Central Mercenary Corps is located between the Central Greenhouse No. 7 and the Central Greenhouse No. 8. Geographically speaking, it does not belong to any greenhouse and can be considered an independent gathering place, a bit like an ice field tribe.

But in terms of equipment, its infrastructure is much higher than that of the Icefield Tribe. Whether it is small barriers and isolation covers, or the continuous supply of heating inside, or the complete urban structure, it looks like

A small greenhouse.

This is the third year after Angelica established the Central Mercenary Corps, and spent a lot of resources to establish the corps station.

The reason for doing this is because as a very large mercenary group, no matter which greenhouse they are stationed in, it will have a certain negative impact on the stability of the local residents and the security force.

Therefore, Angelica followed the example of the Western Employers Federation and made such a decision.

As for the Eastern Employee Alliance, they directly dispersed all their forces into various greenhouses, established small employee strongholds, and then conducted radial management with the Eastern No. 1 Greenhouse as the center.

This method cannot be said to be bad. After all, from a certain perspective, it does greatly reduce management costs and increase the scope of influence. However, it is also difficult for them to quickly gather effective forces when necessary to attack a certain person.

Extremely difficult delegated tasks are handled accordingly.

So there are pros and cons to each.

The reason why Angelica chose the management method of the Western Union is, to a certain extent, due to her own psychological tendency.

Compared to radial management, she obviously prefers to hold the core power in her own hands, which seems to be a somewhat paranoid desire for control. She is afraid of losing, probably because of someone she has lost before.

Angelica doesn't like the feeling of being out of control, because her life has been out of control before.

So much so that she even made a vow to never let that happen again no matter what.

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Landodge's team arrived at the regiment's headquarters at the end of September.

When they entered the station, it happened to be noon on a snowy day.

White snowflakes fell on their shoulders, making them look a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, once you enter the station, you can avoid it.

"Ha." Ed let out a breath of cold air and said walking beside Randoqi.

"It's really cold here."

"There's nothing much to say. The first half of this year has been relatively warm." Randoqi glanced at the useless sniper and replied lightly.

"That's true." Hank, the commando walking in the middle of the team, nodded.

"The weather this year has indeed been much better. It's not like in previous years, when I stood in the snow for a while and my feet felt like I had lost all feeling, and I couldn't move at all."

"Tell me, if this continues, will the ice on this ice sheet melt?"

"Let's stop your calf first. It keeps trembling there, like a sieve."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Perhaps because everyone has a good relationship, the laughter in this team is always endless.

As the gate of the station gradually closed, the mercenaries standing in front of the gate also felt the body's warmth return.

"So." Vice-captain Geerg shook off the snowflakes on his body and looked at Landodge and asked: "Where are we going next, captain?"

"Well." Landoqi pondered for a while and said, "Let's go to the management department first and submit the report that needs to be submitted."

"Ah, you understand, work first and then rest, right?" Ed, who was standing on the other side, started to chat again, but in exchange for a silent elbow from Georg, he couldn't speak anymore.

The Mercenary Management Department of the Central Mercenary Corps is built in the center of the station and is responsible for handling various information about resident mercenaries and foreign mercenaries. It can be said to be the largest clerical organization in the corps. It is directly under the corps commander Angelica and is headed by the secretary.

Nabell is in charge of taking care of it.

However, although it has a more serious name, from the appearance, it is obviously more like a mercenary tavern.

In addition to the formally dressed staff and the thick piles of documents at the front desk, the building called the Management Department is full of mercenaries sitting at the wine table drinking and resident personnel chatting.

In Nabell's words, this is called corps welfare.

Considering that there are too many documents to be processed and mercenaries need to wait a certain amount of time every time they query information, Secretary Nabell set up a wine service here.

However, these services are not free. From a certain perspective, they also promote a certain amount of "domestic sales of production capacity."

According to the financial statements for the second quarter of this year, the revenue here ranks third among commercial individuals in the entire station, second only to the Corps’ equipment sales and leasing services. It accounts for 20% of the similar market, which is a great leader

Trends across the pub industry within the station.

So next year, Nabell also plans to expand the area of ​​the management department, and then use it as a center to build a large-scale commercial system integrating food, accommodation, drinks and entertainment to promote the internal consumption of the Corps.

How should I put it? Angelica may have found the right person when she asked her to be her secretary.

For newcomer Mansha, this is her first time in the management department.

This made her seem a little nervous at this time. When Landoqi stood at the front desk and queued up numbers, she always stood aside with her head lowered, not daring to say a word. She was afraid that she would say something wrong and offend everyone.

of ridicule.

However, there are so many people here, probably no one will notice me.

After secretly looking around at the noisy surroundings, Mansha thought of this and breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously.

But before she could finish breathing, a voice sounded beside her.

"Hello, judging from your appearance, you should be a newcomer. My name is Elena, what is your name?"

Mansha was startled by the sudden sound. She looked sideways and saw a lady smiling gently.

The other party's smile seemed very friendly, with a kind of kindness like the sister next door, which made Mansha's nervous heart calm down a little.

It was probably a while before Mansha came back to her senses, then quickly took a step back, bowed and said.

"Yes, yes, I am a newbie, my name is Mansha, please give me your advice."

"Haha, you don't have to be so restrained. When I first came here, I was just like you. I felt out of place everywhere. But you just get used to it. The people here are nice and won't bully you."

Elena said and handed Mansha a piece of candy the size of a fingernail.

"Eat candy?"

"Okay, is that okay?" Mansha seemed a little flattered. After all, in this year, the price of a piece of candy is not cheap.

"certainly."

"Then, thank you, thank you." Mansha lowered her head, took the candy, and put it into her mouth. The sweet taste made her finally relax.

"Haha, you are such a lovely girl." Elena smiled and shook her head, her eyes falling on the snowflakes in Mansha's hair that had not yet melted.

"Did you just come back from outside?"

"Yes." Mansha nodded: "This is my first time coming to the Corps station."

"Well, then can you tell me about your commission? You know, clerks like us don't have the opportunity to go outside often."

"Okay, okay, I can also show you the photos I took."

"Really, there are also photos? That's really great, show me quickly."

On this side, Mansha was having a lively chat with her new friend.

On the other side, several snowmobiles carrying vehicle-mounted miniguns had also stopped in front of the gate of the station.

"boom!"

As the car door slowly opened, a sharp-eyed woman wearing a dark green military uniform stepped out of the car.

She had a heavy coat draped over her shoulders and a military cap on top of her head. Her dark brown hair was tumbling in the wind. She held a communication device in her hand and shouted to the barrier of the station.
Chapter completed!