False Court
Chapter 1139 Dispatch
Soon, Su Mo walked out of the rest area.
At this moment, Su Mo was alone in the empty corridor. He looked left and right, stopping from time to time to admire the artwork hanging on the walls.
Each of these paintings was quite distinctive.
Unfortunately, they were too abstract to easily grasp their meaning.
"The decoration in the First Army's building is quite tasteful."
Su Mo leisurely strolled towards the mission dispatch hall, chatting with the Creator Devourer.
"You think it looks good?"
The Creator Devourer responded in a deep voice.
"Yeah, it's pretty good."
"Never mind, maybe one day you'll be hanging up there too."
The Creator Devourer replied in a low voice.
"Huh?"
Su Mo asked somewhat inexplicably.
"Each painting here represents a general who died in the First Legion, painted by a specific artist."
"Really?"
"Do you see that painting hanging at the very front?"
The Creator Devourer replied in a deep voice.
Su Mo subconsciously looked over and saw a magnificent golden oil painting hanging at the front. Inside the golden frame was a bizarre sun, half of it golden, the other half withered and black, with a pink skull beauty at the bottom of the sun.
"That, that painting wouldn't represent Rogged, would it?"
"It represents Rogged. When you can understand this painting, you will naturally be able to understand Rogged's life. Each painting here represents the life of the deceased, and it is hung here to warn everyone."
The Creator Devourer replied in a deep voice.
"Heh..."
The corners of Su Mo's mouth twitched slightly. He glanced at the paintings hanging in the corridor. There were at least eighty or ninety along the way. The mortality rate of the upper echelons of this legion was exceptionally high.
Just then, Su Mo reached the entrance of the dispatch hall.
Two soldiers in IV-generation mechanical armor saluted Su Mo simultaneously.
"Sir!"
Su Mo nodded slightly and walked through the door.
The moment he entered, his vision suddenly opened up, and a giant circular hall came into view.
In the center of the hall was a huge mechanical pillar, surrounded by holographic projection screens displaying rows of missions.
All the missions were scrolling in real time.
Su Mo looked over and his mouth fell open in astonishment, deeply shocked.
"So many missions?"
For a moment, Su Mo was dazzled. He calmed himself and looked closely at the scrolling missions.
"A-level mission: In the area of a specific coordinate (2213, 5664, 211) on Ceres, the Blackbird Investigation Team is under attack by unknown monsters, requesting support..."
"B+-level mission: An unknown force is active in the Aenador Star Region, urgently requiring in-depth investigation..."
"B-level mission: The Annihilation Legion's direct research laboratory of the Second Legion urgently needs Molikeluo raw ore..."
......
"Wow, these missions are so abundant, truly everything you could want. And most of them look pretty lucrative."
Su Mo couldn't help but sigh.
"Then take a closer look, how many of these missions are marked as already accepted."
The Creator Devourer replied in a low voice.
Su Mo examined them carefully and frowned slightly, saying, "How come only one-tenth of the missions have been accepted? What about the rest?"
"It's already good that so many missions have been accepted. Take a look, how many people are in the mission dispatch hall selecting missions?"
The Creator Devourer asked in a deep voice.
Su Mo glanced around and saw only a few figures in the vast mission dispatch hall.
For a moment, he couldn't figure out what was going on.
......
At this moment, in the task dispatch command center on the third underground floor of the First Army headquarters building.
Rows of operating platforms were arranged in a circle around the giant artificial intelligence Yinghuo central controller.
Fashionably dressed female officers and handsome male officers were sitting at the operating consoles, chatting and laughing while working.
At this moment, the automatic mechanical door opened, and a tall beauty with curly auburn hair, seductive red lips, and an outstanding temperament walked in.
Many of the officers present greeted her warmly and ingratiatingly.
"Sister Li, you're here."
"Sister Li, you look beautiful today."
"Sister Li, freshly made cappuccino..."
......
"Good morning, everyone."
Sister Li smiled charmingly, took the coffee, and sat down in her chair.
Immediately, the people in the dispatch room gathered around her.
"Sister Li, can you teach us how to get people to accept missions effectively? I have a mission that's been on hold for almost a month, and no one is willing to take it after asking around."
A pretty girl shook Sister Li's arm and said coquettishly.
"What mission is it? Let me see."
Sister Li asked with a smile.
Immediately, the girl in front of her looked delighted, picked up a tablet and handed it over. It displayed a mission.
"B+-level mission: The Yanluo base in the 2333, 882, 111 coordinate area of Ceres is under attack by a migrating monster nest, and V-type monsters have been spotted. Urgent need for strong support, mission reward of 2 billion Star Coins."
"The difficulty of this mission is a bit high, but the reward is not satisfactory. If it were me, I wouldn't accept it either."
"Sister Li, please help me."
"Xiao Qi, you still have to rely on yourself for everything, but I can point you in the right direction. Officer Kai Xie'er is currently on Ceres, and is quite close to this coordinate location. This is his contact information; whether you succeed or not depends on you."
Sister Li casually copied a contact number and gave it to Xiao Qi.
"Thank you, Sister Li."
Xiao Qi looked at the contact information, and the smile on her face stiffened for a moment, but she still took it.
Not far away, a little girl with a ponytail stared enviously at the star-studded Sister Li.
Just then, she felt a tap on her head.
"Ouch, that hurt."
The little girl covered her head and looked up, only to see a stubble-faced uncle standing in front of her.
"Luo Yue, what are you daydreaming about? How many times have I told you, don't envy people."
"How can I not envy her? Sister Li's mission completion rate is so high."
Luo Yue replied with a bitter face.
"Alright, what's the use of envy? With your looks, none of those top combatants will give you face. You can't provide them with the best quality missions, you don't have the looks to accompany them, and you don't have any benefits to give them. Who would be willing to take your exclusive missions? You might as well hurry up and find some good random missions to complete the quota."
"Uncle Kuge Wei, does everything have to be so realistic? Does someone have to help you?"
Luo Yue asked with a bitter face.
"This world is already very realistic, and to put it bluntly, if you don't meet the performance standards, you don't meet them. At most, you'll just be fined a bit of your salary, it's nothing great. Why are they so desperate to complete those missions? Isn't it because those missions are actually from their own countries? Genuine Star Ring City missions, if they're really urgent or important, are designated and mandatory, who would dare not accept them?"
Kuge Wei said, chewing on a cigarette.