One MS was intact, one was slightly damaged, one irreparable wreck, and a young ZAFT prisoner. This is the capital of Rhodes' negotiations. For a small mercenary group, this is already a great asset. You should know that there are many wreckages here, but most of the people who captured them have died in battle and have to take advantage of the waste purchaser.

"You talk first, I'll let my subordinates take a look." Rhode nodded and greeted, shouted a few times at the group of his own teams that were still confronting each other. A light green-haired boy ran over and ran to Rhode a few steps and said, "BOSS, what's the matter?"

"Go and evaluate how valuable that pile of things is." He pointed to the few MSs behind him.

The boy said oh, took out a portable electronic instrument, climbed onto these iron lumps like a monkey, test it here, and take a look there.

"Coordinator?" asked the major frowned. No natural person has green hair.

"Yes, the first generation of adjusters." There is nothing strange about the coordinator in the mercenary, and Rhodes doesn't have to cover up anything.

Sure enough, the major just 'oh' and didn't care. In fact, except for those blue cosmos, the general Earth Army had to kill no matter what coordinator, and the "ambition" of purifying the world for the sake of blue.

The evaluation was quick, Vallis collected mechanical data from several MSs, took out a piece of paper and wrote something on it, then handed the paper to Rhodes, stood on the left of the latter, ready to answer his boss's questions at any time.

The lower half of an MS body was broken, and the lower limb parts had to be replaced. The cockpit of an MS was seriously damaged. All electronic equipment was basically completely scrapped due to the heat flow of the armor-breaking bomb. The best MS was still standing there, except for the previous battles that were scratched, which was similar to the newly-departed ones.

Rhodes glanced at the report, and calculated a little bit how much it would be worth, before handing the paper to Major Casiris in front of him, but in an instant, he seemed to have come up with a better idea. The overwhelming performance of those MSs before surprised him.

Single combat weapons are simply the desire of all warriors.

The major took the paper, looked at it for a few minutes, raised his head, and asked in a negotiable tone: "Then, how about the United Army paying you 1.5 million United Coins in one go? This price is relatively reasonable in my opinion. "He deliberately strengthened the word "paid it in one go". It seems that the United owes indefinitely not once or twice.

Rhodes did not take the conversation and turned around to ask Valris next to him: "How about you tell me we will leave a MS? Drive it by me." Money can be earned, but MS cannot be bought with money. This thing is a specialty of ZAFT. For a moment, I couldn't find the arms dealer on the coordinator.

The boy was stunned for a moment, obviously not knowing what nerve his boss had committed. As far as he knew, the boss should be a natural person, and the coordinator's MS was obviously not something he could control.

He opened his mouth and said, "I'm afraid it won't work, boss, you can't use ZAFT's OS. You are a natural person, and the reflex nerves can't keep up with the MS's OS requirements at all." But as soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it himself.

"That means that natural persons cannot drive MS? Is it better to coordinate people?" Rhode asked back, looking at the boy coldly. He never realized that the big deal of the sweethearts in the sky these days would still be killed by himself with a light weapon. Of course, this is not Lan Juhua's point of view. It's just that when a person directly says to you: You are born not as good as another bunch of rookies, what would you think?

I have experienced many battles and have struggled on the line of life and death several times. Even if these naturally transformed coordinators are talented, as a warrior, it is still too bad.

"It's not that you can't drive, it's just that the OS must be adjusted. In this way, the MS's movements will be restricted." The boy argued.

"So how about re-engineering a set of OSs used by natural persons?"

Helplessly, Valris had to explain: "Programming OS requires specialized talents, if it were me." He shrugged, "It is completely impossible."

After hearing the boy's words, Rhode was a little disappointed, but he looked at the MS behind him and always felt a little reluctant and slow to move. But he was always good at tanks, so there was no need to worry about parts. There were a lot of such things on the black market being sold by waste merchants.

He turned around and said to the major who was already waiting impatiently: "Do you think this is OK? Let's leave a complete MS, and then the remaining two will be sold to you for 1.2 million." This is very reasonable, because these things belong to Rhodes himself, and he will sell them as much as he wants. Of course, selling some things at a low price means filial piety to the United Army. In fact, if these things come out intact, the United Army will sell them to waste merchants, and then the officials will eat the difference.

"Of course, after all, everyone can cooperate for a long time in the future!" The fat major laughed dryly. It wasn't costing his money anyway, and the two MSs could still make about 100,000 yuan if they were sold through parts. He waved his hand, and the adjutant behind him hurriedly walked up to the ground to find a document.

The major 'Papa' bounced the document with his finger and said proudly: "I am one of the logistics officers in charge of cleaning the battlefield in the African Front of the Earth United Army. I have the full authority to deal with this level of transaction, but you should know the rules when filling out this document..." He handed the document to Rhodes, who looked at the thing that looked like a single income type and immediately understood it.

(It turns out that this guy wants to take kickbacks) Rhode glanced at the fat man, nodded and wrote on the income slip: "The Silver Wolf Mercenary Group handed over the spoils to the Earth United Army - 2 moderately damaged MS wreckages, and the military agreed to acquire them at the price of 130W United Coin. The leader of the Silver Wolf Mercenary Group: Rhode L. Laurenz." He finally signed a name and handed the income slip back to the major. At the same time, he told the adjutant the account of the mercenary group Atlantic Federal Citibank, fiddling with the computer Portland. After Vallis confirmed the two wreckages to the United Army's trailer.

"Thank you so much for your support for the glorious cause of the United Army!" The major's fat face finally filled with a smile. Going back to operate this transaction will definitely bring you more than 100,000 foreign exchange, because this kind of spoil bought from mercenaries can be eaten once, and the large number of wreckage abandoned on the battlefield were mostly packaged and processed by higher-level logistics officers.

"No need to thank you, we still have many opportunities to cooperate." Rhode smiled on his cold face, but the gloomy smile made everyone around him cold.

Originally, the fat major was going to bring the wounded soldiers of ZAFT back to enjoy, but he had already taken advantage of it and couldn't speak out. In the end, this guy was very happy to deal with a heavy trailer at a low price and left with a large number of subordinates.

Seeing that all the Earth Army had left, Rhodes glanced at his subordinates who had gathered over and then slowly spoke: "Lt. Klose Del!"

"Go!" A loud shout came from the first row of the crowd. At the same time, a strong man about 1.90 meters tall ran out. The muscles on this guy seemed to be about to break the military uniform. His appearance was the common blonde and blue eyes of Europeans, but a long scar from the corner of his eyes to his chin destroyed his pretty face.

This guy was dug by Rhodes from the Eurasian Federal Army Special Forces and has been following him for several years. In addition, because Rhodes calls himself a "captain", the ranks of the Silver Wolf Mercenary Group start from the second class to the captain.

"I'll count you 5 minutes to count how many brothers survive, and then report to me the list of the fallen brothers." Rhodes issued an order, but after looking around, he found that his team was half missing. The combat team of more than 40 people, except for 5 seriously injured people, only 15 people stood here.

"Valris, go and ask a few people to get MS on the trailer. We must leave here and return to the camp as soon as possible. In addition, we call it "Black Bear" (nickname of Klose Del) faster, I want the exact number of casualties." Rhode said to the communicator again. At this time, the sun had slowly set. If it dragged for a long time, it would probably be a big deal. Moreover, his brother was tired and he would definitely suffer a loss when fighting.

Suddenly, a smirk came from Rhode's ears, but a guy with a low figure and a vulgar face came over. The guy had gauze tied to his forehead but his expression was extremely vulgar. He pointed to the ZAFT female soldier who was still unconscious at Rhode's feet and smiled: "Hey? Boss, why are you still bringing a beautiful female soldier? Have you changed your sex? You can eat what you get on the battlefield?"

Because the mercenary group has a rule that if you want women, you will go to prostitutes. Captives and civilians on the battlefield are absolutely not allowed to slam, so these people are very strange. In fact, this rule is not for moral reasons, but if you touch the prisoners, it is easy to form a life-and-death enemy. When touching the civilians, it will definitely lead to encirclement and suppression of the army. Therefore, for the development of the entire mercenary group, those who have disrupted the rules must get out of the "Silver Wolf".

"Give me a little more honest 'syphilis'. This woman is related to whether that thing can be used! If you feel angry, go back to the camp and go to the prostitute to vent your own venting. Don't bother me here." Rod sneered coldly, and pointed to the MS that was about to be loaded on a heavy trailer. Because the MS is a little too long, this large trailer that can drag a number of tanks can only be loaded above the waist.

"Boss, do you want to fiddle with MS again this time? It's so easy for the guys from the Federation to have made a copy long ago." "Syphilis" said while mocking. This guy got X-diseased because he found too many women, so he was given a very disgusting nickname by his comrades.
Chapter completed!