CHAPTER 77: CHAPTER 23: FARMING MONSTERS FOR EQUIPMENT_3

"Told you to freaking shoot! Told you to hit my thigh!"

"Damn, scared the crap out of me!"

"Even the site supervisor doesn’t dare to hit me!"

"I am a dignified master Assassin, Ezio’s thirty-eighth generation disciple, almost died at your hands!"

The poor underling, his hands were clearly prosthetics, very strong, but unable to withstand the group blades. He accidentally fell during a venting-style attack from four people and was immediately hacked beyond recognition.

Yet, they hadn’t killed anyone before, each cut avoided vital parts and wasn’t very forceful, resulting in him lying there gasping for air while blood bubbles gurgled from his mouth. Who knows if he was begging for a swift death or cursing the craziness of this group.

In the end, even in death, he couldn’t find peace, glaring at the heavens as if questioning why he encountered such a bunch of cyber maniacs.

After confirming all the wild creatures were killed, players piled their bodies onto the vehicle, and Brother Dao lamented once again.

"This game, the combat scene is legit awesome, when the bullet grazed my ear, I almost thought I was really done for, my ear was ringing but it only hurt a little bit."

"Bullshit." Red Barrel sat in the passenger seat, pressing his still bleeding right thigh, "A little more to the side and I might as well have killed myself."

Only Brother Ni and the Lame Warrior surrounded the silver-haired Natural Curl.

Lame Warrior: "Damn, bro, what do you do in real life to kill so efficiently?"

Brother Ni: "Though I don’t want to admit it, you were indeed a bit cooler than me just now."

A blade precisely hit the wrist joint, a thrown dagger could pierce the opponent’s chest accurately. Even if the silver-haired claimed he had killed in reality, they’d believe him.

The silver-haired Natural Curl rolled his eyes, then returned to his dead fish-eyed look.

"Graduated from martial arts school, went to Hengdian as a martial arts director after graduation, recently preparing to go back home and be a swordsmanship coach at a martial arts club."

"Awesome, bro, when can you teach me some moves?"

"Come on, this is a futuristic world, learning swordsmanship is pointless. Didn’t you see my left hand got shot through? Better practice Kamehameha instead."

"You don’t understand, future melee skills definitely have a place." Brother Ni was still not giving up, saying "The other day when we ambushed wild creatures here, I personally saw one use an acceleration skill, though it killed itself by falling, but that just shows he’s lousy, having skills is a fact."

"So?"

"Having skills means multi-classing, like Overwatch, relying on skills like super speed, advanced armor for quick melee range, in such cases wielding a blade is certainly superior to a gun."

The silver-haired Natural Curl suspiciously looked at this guy but thought he wouldn’t lose out either, so he said

"We’ll see about the skills later. Learning martial arts is not a one-day thing."

He glanced at his left arm again, "It’s more important to bring everything back for now, and if we wait any longer, you might have to carry a few more corpses."

"I’m gonna die! Do you know that! Idiot!!!"

...

Players’ loot from this trip was beyond Lin Miao’s expectations.

Two cars of goods, three corpses, four guns, one modified car, and a motorcycle.

Lin Miao originally thought of them as laborers, hadn’t imagined they’d encounter Night Wanderer, because the Evil Land is vast, the junk mountain covers a large area too, the planned route should’ve avoided Night Wanderers.

Thus, the encounter was entirely accidental.

Still, Lin Miao was able to obtain real-time battlefield information via W and the players’ prosthetic eyes. He really wanted to know what players could accomplish without his help.

8V3, plus players being unafraid of death or pain, as long as they didn’t charge forward like fools, taking down Night Wanderer after losing two or three players shouldn’t be a big issue.

They were all a bunch of stray dogs who couldn’t survive in the city.

Otherwise, Lin Miao would have forbidden them from firing at Night Wanderer initially, instead hiding and waiting for them to leave.

But the final result was 6 injuries, 0 deaths, taking down three wild creatures, returning triumphantly.

Although the decoy gunners and the flanking ambushers’ cooperation was a bit off, the effect still emerged.

Chicken pecking at each other.

The remains of the two kidnapped bodies were casually buried by the players, with no intention to bring them back.

Back at the little town, they first moved the wounded into the office’s basement for treatment. After all, following the small version update, newbies have a chance at free treatment surgery, they can log out during treatment without counting game time, no reason not to use it, the severely wounded Red Barrel and silver-haired Natural Curl were directly thrown in to log off.

Next was task settlement for the players.

Lin Miao directly tossed 300 euros to the players as basic reward for the mission. Even though he wanted to completely monopolize the players’ achievements, reason told him it’s better not to.

After biometric recycling was done, he sat aside, watching how these small players planned to distribute the loot.

"Bastard, so black, too fucking black, if this dog merchant were in Skyrim I’d save and kill him ten times over."

Brother Ni returned from the counter, cursing under his breath, with his ear still wrapped in gauze, resembling a one-eared dog.

Sitting on the couch, the potato wrapping gauze around the giant’s right hand asked, "What’s up?"

Brother Ni: "That modified car can only be sold for 1000 euros, a cargo truck buys for 4000! Other prosthetics are roughly four or five times the price, merchant bastard damn it!"

Brother Dao: "Games are usually like this, how could they sell things at original price? Back then, I accidentally sold equipment to the store for just a few thousand, but buying it back cost over ten thousand."

Wildman: "What do we do then? Keep the car for ourselves?"

Lame Warrior: "Or, we calculate the loot’s total price using the store’s purchase price, then distribute points proportionally to everyone, everyone bids with their points for what they want, if anything is leftover unsold, we sell it to the NPC and divide the money based on each person’s remaining points balance, this ensures fairness."

Lin Miao listened and nodded quietly, this method was very reminiscent of how DKP and G group loot was settled in old MMORPG raids. Only, factors like the leader running off with the loot could occur, hence needing a representative with enough credibility to manage the auction.

Previously in MMORPGs, either the guild leader or raid leader handled this. But now... Lin Miao felt he should take charge.

"W, note down what they said, we can try to implement this raid settlement method in the future."

"Understood."

Four prosthetics 800 points: Two right hands, one left hand, one right leg. There should’ve been five, but one right hand had its joint severed by the silver-haired Natural Curl. While not completely scrapped, it’s about done.

Back neck slot + nerve connectors three sets 300

One set of prosthetic eyes was shattered by the players, 2 sets remain for 200

sets of leg enhancement tendons 400

Two sets of bionic joints 200

Two submachine guns + two pistols 800

Bullets are scarce, so they’re bundled with the guns.

One motorcycle 800

Modified car 1200

Besides this, there were artificial organs, biomimetic muscle fibers, and bone-metal implants, totaling 500

Total 4400, veteran players 660 each, newbies 440 each

No doubt the auction is disadvantageous to newbies, but veteran players mainly target prosthetics, while newbies who haven’t undergone basic modifications need not buy prosthetics because they lack enough GP points for surgery, focusing instead on guns.

Moreover, the auction has to wait until injured players complete the system’s free treatment.