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Chapter 92 No One is Better at Turning Things Upside Down than Players (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 92: Chapter 92 No One is Better at Turning Things Upside Down than Players (Please Subscribe)

"Ahhhh!"

"Take them down!"

The players excitedly raised their weapons and responded to the Manager’s call with overwhelming enthusiasm.

Chu Guang nodded in approval of their attitude and waved his hand forward.

The group passed through the northern gate of the park, followed the broken paths of the elevated exits from the city, and headed straight towards the Looter’s nest four kilometers to the north.

It was an abandoned tire factory.

Crude defensive fortifications were placed outside the walls, which were smeared with strange patterns and symbols.

[Escaped Vole in the Canyon] lowered his voice and whispered to [Midnight Chicken Killing] beside him,

"These graffiti remind me of wild men in the forest."

"Wild men in the forest?"

"A game, on PC."

"I know... But these people don’t live in the forest, do we live in the forest, right?"

"..."

Although the enemy’s main force had been completely wiped out, Chu Guang still didn’t let his guard down, carefully watching his surroundings and possible traps.

Interestingly, when Chu Guang and his company arrived, they found the gate to the Looter’s den wide open.

At the same time, as he confirmed the fall of the Blood Hand Clan’s camp, a pale blue popup window emerged before his eyes.

[Mission completed.]

[Shelter No. 404 B2 floor access granted, lock to be lifted after 24 hours.]

[Countdown: 23h59m59s]

Damn, still a 24-hour wait.

Oh well.

It wasn’t like Chu Guang was in a hurry, as he had a lot of things to deal with before exploring the B2 floor.

Including those prisoners.

And other spoils of war.

Meanwhile, Hain, who was anxiously waiting at the gate, finally sighed in relief upon seeing Chu Guang.

If the person who had come wasn’t him, or if he hadn’t walked here, Hain’s life might not have been spared.

"I still think getting involved in the locals’ squabbles isn’t a good choice," a muscular female Mercenary holding a boxy assault rifle reminded her employer, "We have no control over the region; they can decide our fate on a whim."

"I agree with Luna’s point of view," another strong Mercenary glanced at the group outside and frowned, "If they decide to take it all, what do you plan to do?"

His name was Wen, and he was the strongest among the three.

Hain dismissively replied to his subordinates’ concerns,

"That’s a problem, but not a big one. We even do business with Looters, so why not with them? Trust me, switching to a relatively rule-abiding trade partner isn’t a bad thing."

"Really?" the female Mercenary whistled sarcastically, "I don’t think they’re much more civilized than the Looters."

"Alright, shut your mouth. Just stand here and wait for me!"

Leaving his two bodyguards behind, Hain quickly descended the stairs and stepped out excitedly to greet the newcomers, his expression as if he’d known them for many years.

"My dear friend, you don’t know how thrilled I am to see you safe and sound here!"

"I feel the same," Chu Guang said with a light smile, glancing at the nearby gate and speaking with mild surprise, "You took down this stronghold all by yourself?"

Hain laughed and replied,

"Of course not by myself; only penniless gamblers would travel this far alone to do business. Now, let’s not talk in the doorway; come on in!"

"In a bit, I will introduce you to my two bodyguards and assistants. I really owe it to them this time. Otherwise, our plan wouldn’t have gone so smoothly!"

Hain politely invited Chu Guang and the group inside, vividly describing his ingenuity in deceiving the Blood Hand Clan chief and how, while they were unaware, he coordinated with his waiting bodyguards to take down the fortress.

To be honest, Chu Guang wasn’t interested in Hain’s "heroic tales"; no matter how embellished the story was, it couldn’t be more thrilling than what he had personally experienced.

However, now that the fortress had already been breached from the inside, it saved him quite a bit of time.

Chu Guang had been prepared to use players as human bombs, risking their lives to charge the doors with ten kilograms of black powder, but now it seemed this extra expense could be spared.

Next was the looting.

No one was more skilled at this than his players.

Upon receiving the orders, the players’ eyes lit up with greed, swarming into the Looter’s stronghold.

Not just the cabinets laid out in the rooms - they wouldn’t even overlook a loose floor tile!

"What’s in this jar?"

"Yuck, it stinks."

"Probably something from Ollie."

"Holy shit, there’s a human head in this drawer... That’s seriously twisted."

"There are white plastic pieces under the floorboards!"

"What are these good for? Casino chips? Collectibles?"

"This? Holy crap, good stuff! According to the guide on the Forum, you can exchange these at the warehouse for money, one chip for five copper coins!"

Watching these Blue Jackets, who seemed even more like bandits than the Looters, Luna clucked her tongue, while Wen beside her wore a queer expression.

The Blue Jackets he had seen were always more reserved, even pedantic - seeing any without airs like these was indeed rare.

"What language are they speaking?"

"Don’t know, never heard of it; definitely not from around here."

"Are they really from Shelter No. 404?"

"Don’t know, does anyone actually care?"

"You’re really no fun to talk to."

"I just don’t have as many questions as you do."

The two mercenaries whispered among themselves. The most ferocious power in the area had been annihilated, so no one would bother them for the rest of the night.

Standing aside, Hain and Chu Guang were also engaged in a friendly conversation, discussing how to split the profits from this lucrative raid.

"I lost seven... actually eight. Another poor kid had his arm chopped off by the leader of the Looters, bled out too much and couldn’t be saved."

"Damn... that, that’s really tragic."

Hain clicked his tongue, his wide-eyed expression conveying his shock and sympathy.

He didn’t know how many people were at Outpost Base, but he guessed it was fewer than a hundred. To lose eight in one battle was to cut the population by a tenth, a considerable cost indeed.

"...Don’t be too hard on yourself. People die every day in the Wasteland; casualties are inevitable. Last year I had four bodyguards, and this year, only two are left."

Hain sighed and consoled him, "At least their sacrifice has brought peace; the survivors, including everyone in this area, will thank them."

"They will compensate us later, but that’s not what we’re discussing now," Chu Guang looked at Hain and continued, "you seem to have misunderstood me. I’m not looking for your comfort; rather, I’m informing you that we’ll be taking the larger share."

Hain was dumbfounded.

Temporarily at a loss for words, he stuttered.

"Ah, okay... I mean, no problem. Yes, you rightfully deserve it, my esteemed lord."

Chu Guang nodded.

"Good, now we can discuss the exact details of the split."

The two mercenaries exchanged silent glances, not daring to speak, only using their eyes to communicate.

’I’ve never seen Blue Jackets this ruthless before.’

’I’ll bet the boss hasn’t either.’

’A real warlord.’

’Fierce, just my type.’

...

There were a total of twenty-nine captives from the Wetland Park Looters, ten of whom were seriously wounded; it was uncertain if they would survive the night.

The Looter’s dungeon held about 30 people, including the two juvenile soldiers they had just thrown in, making it 32 in total. However, half of them were severely injured or ill, some were barely clinging to life, looking utterly miserable, possibly dying at any moment.

According to the negotiation between Chu Guang and Hain, all Looter captives, regardless of how serious their injuries, were to be handed over in a package deal. In exchange, Hain needed to provide a batch of goods of equivalent value.

There were a total of 31 Looter captives.

Without a standardized currency, it was hard to estimate value, so Chu Guang simply used "coarse salt," a special product of Red River Town, as the equivalent, pricing each captive at 20 kilograms of salt.

When Chu Guang previously traded dried meat for salt with Sun Shiqi, he got about one kilogram of salt for every three kilograms of meat. According to this exchange rate, a captive was worth 60 kilograms of "cured meat."

He found it to be quite reasonable.

Although Hain didn’t make the connection to dried meat, he found the trading price barely acceptable.

A strong laborer, with just a bit of training, could be sold to the mine owners in Red River Town for two to three times the amount.

Disabled captives were also not a problem: Red River Town may lack food, but not nutritional paste. By next spring, there would be someone willing to take their still-functional "parts."

The only trouble right now was that Hain didn’t have that many goods on him.

This time, to make the final trade before winter, he only brought some of the hard currency from Qingquan City—plastic tokens.

With that much capital, buying two or three strong laborers would be no problem, but swallowing over thirty all at once... was somewhat a daydreamer’s talk.

Hain tried to make a final effort, looking at Chu Guang and saying,

"We didn’t bring that much stuff! I can guarantee with my reputation that I will bring the promised goods next spring!"

Chu Guang snorted.

"Stop talking nonsense. If you had something like a reputation, we wouldn’t be standing here making a deal. Anyway, Red River Town is just a two-day journey from here; you can go back and get it now."

Hain exclaimed in shock,

"Are you mad? It’s winter now! Just a few hours ago, there was heavy snow outside! You want me to run back to Red River Town and then come back here?"

Chu Guang said indifferently,

"It’s just the beginning of winter, and that was only the third snowfall. The ground temperature hasn’t even reached below zero. You call that heavy snow? You’re not afraid to come to me alone to negotiate, but you’re worried about this little risk?"

Should he take two or three people back, or thirty?

Opportunities for such a trade weren’t abundant.

After weighing the pros and cons, Hain didn’t even spend a minute before he made his decision.

It was a principle that no Caravan wanted to trade at this time.

But when the profits outweigh the risks, principles are merely principles.

Chu Guang was satisfied with his decision.

If he had disagreed, the gallows of justice would have been busy again.

He couldn’t spare precious food to feed these Looters, as the benefits of doing so were far less than converting them into raw materials for summoning the fourth Heaven disaster.

These people had a nature resistant to discipline; slacking off was common for them. It would take a lot of time and manpower to tame them, and even if successful, they wouldn’t be as obedient as the players.

Why bother?

He would soon be opening Level B2.

At that time, more beta testing spots would be available to satisfy those eagerly awaiting companions.

...

After discussing the spoils of war, Chu Guang ordered the players to go to the dungeon to clear out the space, making way for the Looters from the Brick Factory.

When the dungeon’s gate opened, the pungent stench that wafted out nearly choked the two young players who followed down; they had to air out for quite a while before they could continue forward with their torches lit.

The deep, shadowy stone walls were covered in sticky filth, and occasionally cockroaches the size of fists scurried across the floor, while rats as big as shoes fought over a rotting corpse.

The men and women chained by their hands and feet watched the newcomers at the dungeon’s entrance with vacant stares, their eyes lifeless, few with all their limbs intact. Some even had thumb-sized bugs crawling on them and paid them no mind at all.

Elf King Fortune couldn’t hold it in and vomited on the spot.

"I’m never coming down here for this job again."

Escaped Vole in the Canyon was doing better; he even snickered and teased,

"Wasn’t it you who insisted to come?"

"...I thought there was an injured little Kali here."

"Tch, how do you call for help here?"

Watching the two people walk ahead, Irina, who reached the door, stopped in her tracks, a subtle expression on her face, much like the comically scared figure standing in a corner.

"I can cover your retreat here, mainly worried about looters ambushing from behind."

Fu Gui and Mole exchanged glances, then simultaneously chuckled and turned their attention to this good brother.

"Don’t be like that, brother, you’ve come this far."

"The quest reward is 5 silver coins, man. We’ve got to get this person out."

"Exactly, exactly," Brother Fu Gui from the Agile system grabbed hold of the fleeing Irina, chuckling, "There ain’t any looters around here anymore, behave."

"Let go of me! Ahhhhh!"

It took quite some time to get all the prisoners out of the dungeon, and on the other side, the looting of the spoils continued.

The players plundering the loot had turned the entire tire factory upside down.

Not just the obviously valuable stuff, but even the pots and pans, tables, and stools used by the looters were collected.

Speaking of which, there was a little episode here.

While searching the looters’ boss’s room, players found a wooden torture device with a cooled clone hanging from it, her fair skin stained and scarred.

Chu Guang had a slight recollection of her.

He remembered seeing List and Old Charlie doing business at the entrance to Bet Street when a gunman from a Commercial Team led her down from a vehicle.

"Old Leech’s clone, how did she end up in the Blood Hand Clan’s camp?"

Chu Guang stroked his chin, lost in thought.

In his mind, four possibilities, ABCD, emerged, some more respectable than others.

The four young players who had entered the room with him whispered behind his back.

"Is this game really serious?"

"Maybe...?"

"Then why’s there a comic-like plot?"

"What comic-like plot, all you know is comics! This is called world-building, get it? Ah, when I log off, I gotta hype it up on the official site. This game’s got a lot of detail, hope they don’t cut it out after the public beta."

"Stop dreaming about the publishing license, just play on the international servers."

"But honestly, our Manager is quite upright. In this Wasteland where hearts are colder than ice, to have such a just, fair, and kind NPC is really rare."

The players unanimously agreed with this statement.

Without exaggerating or downplaying, many details showed that their beloved Manager was a leader with great personal charm.

Otherwise, why would the weapon shop’s proprietress always steal glances at him, huh?

Hearing the players’ conversation, Chu Guang chuckled.

Otherwise, what?

If I were a normal Waste Land Wanderer, you lot would be hanging from that torture device. Think about it, where do all these "commodities" come from?

He casually dragged a piece of fabric over her, Chu Guang then turned to the players behind him.

"Take this poor soul down and carry her away."

"Leaving the body here would only feed the cockroaches; better to let her contribute a bit to the rekindling of civilization."

"Also, search this room carefully, report any clues to me immediately."

"Be wary of traps."

The four players, energized, responded.

"Yes! Sir!"

Licking the package!

Raiding NPC’s cupboards!

This work was what they did best!

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