bullyxtreme Chapter 61 Half a Day at the Camp
Chapter 61 Half a Day at the Camp
After listening, Lu Ye understood the complex web of interests involved.
In the world of mercenaries, cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents.
"Boss, that's why you didn't tell them earlier!" Lu Ye asked.
"Of course we can't tell," Yuri scoffed. "If that idiot Borislav finds out, we'll have a net profit of three hundred thousand dollars on this deal! With his jealous nature, he'll definitely try to sabotage us outside the camp."
Yuri looked at Lu Ye, his tone becoming extremely serious: "Lu, remember this: in Morozovsk, never flaunt your wealth."
"In the future, if you encounter the Grizzly Squad in the camp or when accepting missions, be wary of them. These guys will do anything for money, no matter how unscrupulous."
Lu Ye nodded solemnly: "I understand, boss. I'll be careful."
Yuri glanced at Lu Ye and waved his hand: "Alright, the five of us patients will probably be lying in this hospital bed for a couple of days."
"Go and explore the camp area yourself, get familiar with the surroundings."
"As I just told you, you don't have official status right now, so you can't enter the command center on the second basement level. But you can explore the living quarters on the ground floor and the armory on the first floor."
"Once Wolf's money arrives in two days, and your immigration status is finalized, I'll take you to the Rusty Shell Bar to relax!"
"Yeah! We have to eat the most expensive barbecue! And drink the best vodka!" Artyom yelled in agreement. "I'm going to book two of the hottest Russian girls in this pink paradise!"
A burst of laughter, mixed with cries of pain, suddenly erupted in the ward.
Lu Ye smiled slightly and nodded to everyone.
He turned around, pushed open the door to the ward, and walked out.
Lu Ye remained extremely calm.
The $300,000 bonus was still on its way, and he needed to send some money home and keep some for himself to buy equipment and ammunition, so he didn't have any extra money to squander.
Moreover, with only 10 days left to live, even if all 4400 points are redeemed, there will only be 25 days left to live, leaving no time to seek thrills.
2 PM, Morozovsk rest camp, living and rest area.
Lu Ye walked through the noisy camp streets, wearing his tattered tactical uniform stained with blood and mud.
Yuri gave him a roll of banknotes tied with a rubber band in the hospital room, telling him to buy some new clothes and relax a bit.
The streets are lined with shops built from shipping containers and prefabricated houses, with neon signs in both Russian and English hanging outside.
The air was filled with a mixture of various smells.
Lu Ye walked into a shop with a sign that read "Tactical Equipment".
"A UF PRO polar training suit, a fleece lining, and a pair of Salomon tactical boots. Black ones, please." Lu Ye slapped several hundred-dollar bills on the counter.
The bearded shopkeeper glanced up at Lu Ye, then expertly pulled clothes off the shelf and tossed them onto the counter: "One thousand US dollars in total. No bargaining."
Lu Ye frowned slightly, feeling like he'd been ripped off.
Without saying a word, he pointed out the banknotes and pushed them over, then went directly to the fitting room in the store to change into new clothes and threw his tattered clothes into the trash can.
Afterwards, I took a hot shower in the bathroom for half an hour, which cost me $20.
Only when the scalding water washed away the blood and gunpowder smell from his body did his tense muscles finally get a real relaxation.
After taking a shower, Lu Ye went into an open-air restaurant and ordered a thick-cut steak and a glass of dark beer.
Just as he was cutting his steak, a heated argument broke out at the next table.
"Two hundred dollars? Just this basic first-aid kit? It only has two tourniquets and a little bit of gel! Why don't you just rob someone?"
A man with a skull tattoo on his arm slammed a first-aid kit onto the table, while a man in a logistics uniform sat in front of him and roared.
The logistics officer sneered, "You think it's too expensive? If you think it's too expensive, you don't have to use it. Friend, understand the rules here."
The tattooed mercenary gritted his teeth, his face full of anger, but in the end he still took out two crumpled banknotes from his pocket, slammed them on the table, grabbed the first aid kit, and turned to leave.
Lu Ye quietly took a sip of dark beer.
"No wonder this camp has everything; it turns out it's specifically designed for mercenaries."
The official forces provide safe zones with their backing, and PMC Company acts as an intermediary, distributing missions and earning a cut. The US dollars that mercenaries risk their lives on the battlefield eventually flow back into the official pockets through the high prices and consumption in the camps. The official uses this money to continue subcontracting missions to PMC.
This is a perfect closed loop, with mercenaries being the lowest-level consumables in this system.
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After finishing his meal, Lu Ye glanced at his watch; it was four o'clock in the afternoon.
He followed the signs and walked towards the blast-proof door leading to the basement level.
The ordnance and defense reserve area was also his most important destination on this trip.
He would have to pay for all future weapons and ammunition himself, so he had to find out the prices in advance and make a budget.
The basement level is extremely spacious, with shops on both sides enclosed by bulletproof glass and steel fences.
There was none of the noise from the residential area, only the hushed haggling and the metallic clang of guns being cocked.
Lu Ye walked up to a shop that specializes in selling high-precision weapons and accessories.
The items displayed in the glass cabinet made him somewhat envious.
In the most prominent position, there is an L3Harris GPNVG-18 panoramic night vision device.
"Good eye." The shop owner, a thin old man wearing reading glasses, tapped on the glass. "Four-view panoramic view, 97-degree field of vision. Fifty-eight thousand US dollars, cash only."
Lu Ye clicked his tongue in amazement.
"I don't need night vision goggles." Lu Ye looked away from his gaze and turned to the boss. "I need to see some high-precision accessories and ammunition related to sniping."
The shopkeeper looked Lu Ye up and down, then turned around and took out several ammunition boxes and a black tactical case from the shelf behind him.
"Since it's about snipers, let's look at the practical stuff." The old man opened the first box.
"7.62x54R mm caliber 7N14 armor-piercing sniper round, competition grade standard, purely hand-assembled with extremely small tolerances."
"These things cost about $30 each on the market, but here they're $40 each. If you're buying over a thousand rounds, I'll give you a discount to $35 each."
Lu Ye nodded. Although the price was high, on the battlefield, the accuracy of a bullet was its lifespan.
The old man then opened the black tactical case: "Pulsar Thermion 2 LRF XL50 high-resolution thermal imaging scope with a built-in laser rangefinder. Whether in rain, fog, or darkness, nothing can hide within 1200 meters. Sixteen thousand US dollars."
Lu Ye shook his head. This thing was not as good as the military-grade thermal imaging and low-light dual-mode tandem scope on his SVCh sniper rifle.
"Where's the bulletproof vest?" Lu Ye asked.
"NIJ Level 4 multi-curved boron carbide ceramic insert." The old man took out a heavy black bulletproof plate.
"It can withstand a direct hit from a 7.62×63 armor-piercing round at close range, and it's much lighter than aluminum oxide. With the front and back panels plus two side panels, a set costs seven thousand US dollars."
"There are also RGO defensive grenades that explode upon landing, giving the enemy no chance to throw them back, and they cost $120 each."
"If you need camouflage, you can have a ghillie suit made of multi-spectral materials custom-made. It can protect against thermal imaging and costs five thousand US dollars."
Lu Ye silently did some mental calculations.
Two days later, Yuri's share of the profits was approximately $300,000.
He needs to send some money home, and the remaining budget may be less than two hundred thousand dollars.
Good steel must be used on the blade.
His system inventory is his trump card; it must be used to store high-value, life-saving, small-volume strategic supplies.
"Let me take a look first, and I'll come back to you with the cash in a couple of days." Lu Ye didn't place an order immediately. He nodded to the shop owner, turned around, and walked out of the shop.