CHAPTER 335: CHAPTER 286: WAIT UNTIL THE MODIFICATIONS ARE COMPLETE BEFORE READING

"E... Empty..." Tang Qianzang was greatly shocked, his vision went black, and he almost fainted.

He didn’t doubt whether his teammates were lying; he knew such things wouldn’t happen in their team.

But right now, he wished his teammates were lying to him.

All five people used up every life-saving item they had, just to try and gain some benefits from the event.

The outcome was a complete waste?

He couldn’t accept it.

This result, he couldn’t accept it.

The idea to make an all-out effort came from him, and everyone supported him, which is why they all participated in this event together.

Now not only did they gain nothing from the event, but all their previous investments also went down the drain, and everyone sustained severe injuries in this battle.

He felt guilty for such an outcome.

"Let’s leave it at that." Tang Qianzang’s voice was bitter, "This time it’s my fault, I will compensate everyone for the losses later."

His words left everyone in silence.

The square-faced man generously said, "We’re comrades, what’s this talk about compensation or not?"

"Exactly." The black-faced young man lying on the ground added, "It’s just that we didn’t expect the terminal to be so stingy this time. If there were benefits, you think we’d be polite to you?"

The player who was healing everyone said, "Let’s put other matters aside for the moment; the priority is to heal our injuries. I’ll mention some useful things, and let’s find ways to gather them all."

All five of them were injured, with the most serious being the square-faced one and the one paralyzed from the neck down, both needing nanorobots to treat their wounds.

In the Matrix, a broken leg or hand isn’t too severe; as long as the severed limb is preserved well, it can be reattached.

If that’s not possible, they can find a modification platform, replace them with mechanical limbs, which not only don’t affect mobility but can even enhance combat abilities.

It’s actually the seemingly intact but internally injured ones that are harder to heal.

Tang Qianzang was very moved by his teammates’ understanding and promised, "I’ve got Bu Jie and Lao Ma’s nanorobot needs covered, guaranteed to heal you guys!"

Bu Jie was a slightly dark-skinned, honest youth, while Lao Ma was the square-faced man.

The one in charge of medical aid had the surname Sha, and the player who merged with the Identity Card had the surname Sun.

Notably, Bu Jie’s surname was Zhu...

The five of them happened to form a Journey to the West Team.

Old Sun reminded, "Let’s inform other teams in the organization planning to challenge mutations, to prepare them mentally."

"Right, don’t let them repeat our mistakes." Old Sha nodded in agreement and started contacting others.

Lao Ma glanced at his private messages, saying meaningfully, "It’s already too late. The organization received word that Kunlun is determined to get the ultimate reward, and they’ve formed more than ten elite teams aiming to take out all event IDs today."

Old Zhu, lying on the ground, sighed as if he recalled something, "What a pity. If I wasn’t scared into getting a tattoo back then, I’d have a spot in Kunlun by now..."

"Don’t overthink it." The square-faced Lao Ma comforted him, "You know how dangerous the stuff those Kunlun kids usually do! Without wars during peacetime, they risk their lives fighting natural disasters and providing emergency aid, it’s very tough."

"Exactly." Old Sha said, "I’m envious of you, becoming a teacher at such a young age, getting both summer and winter breaks, makes people jealous."

"Hahaha, not to mention, you have it the hardest here." Lao Ma remembered something and teasingly pointed at Old Sha, "Look at you, why’d you choose medicine at such a young age? It’s exhausting and people don’t understand."

"Understanding or not, it’s just like that." Old Sha, while envious of others having seasonal breaks, was not dissatisfied with his job, "No matter how misunderstood, it doesn’t stop me from saving people."

"True, that." Old Zhu turned his head and said, "Better than Old Sun’s job, safe from wind and rain."

Old Sun, who hadn’t spoken all along, was suddenly pointed out, looking bewildered, "Hey, you chat away, why drag me into this? What did we traffic police ever do to you?"

"Who else if not you?" Lao Ma suddenly became indignant, "I still remember the ticket you gave me back then!"

Old Sun argued righteously, "It was right to ticket you, who told you to park illegally?"

"Damn it!" Lao Ma turned red with anger, "I was driving a police car! That time I was on a mission, there were no parking spaces around!"

"A mission?" Old Sun sneered, "I saw you with my own eyes carrying two boxes of dumplings from a dumpling shop, was your mission to eat dumplings?"

"That was a patrol mission!" Lao Ma retorted loudly, "I patrolled all night without even drinking much water, is it wrong to buy two boxes of dumplings before getting off work?"

"You still can’t park illegally." Old Sun argued back.

Lao Ma defended himself, "I didn’t sleep all night, my brain was fuzzy, it wasn’t intentional."

Old Sun let out a cold laugh, "That I don’t care about, it’s my duty."

"Oh well, playing the duty card, are you?" Lao Ma replied grimly, "Just wait, I’ve arrested a few car thieves, I’ll have them ride your motorcycle to our station, see if that doesn’t drive you crazy!"

"You..."

"Okay, okay, stop arguing." Old Sha mediated, "We’re all here to serve the people, what’s there to argue?"

He tried to play nice by mediating, but others didn’t buy it, Old Sun pursed his lips, "Serve the people? In the public’s eyes, we’re just a bunch of thugs arbitrarily fining for our performance outcomes."