Chapter 92: No One Is Better Than Players When It Comes To Turning Things Upside Down

"

Owooooo, owoo, owoo

!"

"Fuck them!"

The players raised their weapons in excitement, and responded to the administrator's call vigorously.

Satisfied with their attitude, Chu Guang nodded and waved them onwards.

A group of people walked through the north gate, followed the wreckage of the viaduct all the way up north, and directly attacked the marauders' camp four kilometers away.

It was the abandoned tire factory they had once taken note of.

On the outside of the wall were simple fortifications, and strange patterns and symbols were smeared with filth on the wall.

Escaping Mole lowered his voice and whispered to Midnight Pubg next to him, "This graffiti reminds me of

The Forest.

"

"

The Forest

?"

"A PC game."

"I know... But these people don't live in

The Forest

. We live in the forest...."

"..."

Although the enemy's main force had been completely wiped out, Chu Guang still did not dare to be careless. He still inspected the surroundings for any possible traps.

But what was interesting was that when Chu Guang and his party arrived, they found that the gate of the marauders' camp was actually open.

At the same time, the moment he confirmed that the Bloodhand Clan’s camp had fallen, a light blue pop-up window appeared in front of him.

[Mission Complete]

[

Authorization for level B2 has been approved. You can unlock it after twenty four hours.

]

[Countdown:

23h 59m 59s

]

Tsk, I still have to wait for twenty four hours...

Never mind.

Chu Guang was not in a hurry anyway. He still had a lot of things to deal with before exploring level B2.

There were the captives to deal with and the spoils of battle.

At the same time, Hein, who was waiting anxiously at the gate of the camp, finally heaved a sigh of relief after seeing Chu Guang.

If Chu Guang wasn’t the person who showed up, his life would probably be in danger.

"I still feel that it is not a good choice to intervene in the disputes of the locals." Holding a square assault rifle, the muscular female mercenary looked at her employer and reminded, "We have no control over the area. An intention from them can determine our fate."

"I agree with Lena," another sturdy mercenary glanced at the group of people outside, frowned, and said, "If they choose to bring everyone away, what do you plan to do?"

The person who spoke was called Wen, and he was the strongest among the three.

Regarding his subordinates' opinions, Hein said nonchalantly. "This is indeed a problem, but it's not a big problem. We can do business with even marauders, let alone people like them. Trust me, it's not a bad thing to change to a relatively rule-abiding trading partner."

"Really?" The female mercenary whistled and teased, "I don't think they are much more civilized than marauders."

"Okay, shut up, will you? Just stand here and wait for me!" Ignoring his bodyguards, Hein quickly walked down the stairs and out the door with excitement, as if he had known Chu Guang for many years. "My dear friend, you don't know how excited I was when I saw you coming without suffering any injuries.”

"Me too," Chu Guang smiled faintly and glanced at the door next to him, slightly surprised, "Did you take down this stronghold alone?"

Hein said with a smile. "Of course, I am not alone. Unless it is a poor bastard or gambler without a penny, no one will come this far to do business alone. Okay, let's stop talking at the door. Come in!"

"I will introduce my bodyguards and assistants to you in a while. It’s thanks to their presence. Otherwise, our plan wouldn’t have gone smoothly.”

Hein invited Chu Guang and his party in politely while describing how he deceived the leader of the Bloodhand Clan and how he captured this stronghold with his men who had been hiding outside while they were not paying attention.

To be honest, Chu Guang was not interested in his heroic deeds. No matter what he said, it was probably not as fun as what happened in the wetland park.

However, since the fortress had been breached from the inside, it did save him a lot of time.

Chu Guang had originally been prepared to ask players to act as suicide bombers to break the gate open with ten kilograms of black powder, but now it seemed that this extra expenditure could be saved.

The next step was to search.

No one was more proficient in stuff like that than his players.

After receiving the order, the eyes of each player were glowing with green light, and they rushed into the marauder's stronghold without a single second of delay.

Not to mention the cabinet placed in the room, even a loose floor tile would not be missed by them!

"What's in this jar?"

"Yikes, it smells so bad."

"Most likely shit."

"Fuck, there are people's heads in this drawer... Those NPCs are so creepy."

"We found a white chip under the floor tile!"

"What's the use of this thing? Are these casino chips? Are they collectibles?"

"This? Damn, good stuff! I saw it in the guide on the forum, you can exchange it for money at the warehouse! One chip can be exchanged for 5 copper coins!"

Seeing those people in blue coats acting more like bandits than marauders, Lena clicked her tongue. Wen, who stood next to her, also had a weird expression.

The people in blue coats he had seen in the past were more reserved, even pedantic; it was really rare for them to act in this way.

"What language are they speaking?"

"I don't know, I have never heard of it before. But it's definitely not a language from this area."

"Are they really shelter residents?"

"I don't know, does anyone care?"

"You are so boring to talk to..."

"I just don't have as many questions as you."

The two mercenaries talked in low voices. The most ferocious forces in the area had been wiped out, and no one would disturb them in the second half of the night.

Standing not too far away from those players, Hein and Chu Guang were also talking in a friendly manner, discussing how to divide the profits of their big deal.

"There are seven dead on my side... Scratch that. There are eight who died. The last one lost an arm guy to the leader of the marauders. He lost too much blood and could not be saved."

"Gasp... This is really terrible." Hein gasped, expressing shock and regret with a shocked expression.

He didn't know how many people there were in the outpost, but he estimated that it should be less than a hundred. Losing so many people would mean that they lost 10% of their population. It was truly a high cost.

"... But don't be too sad. There are people dying in the wasteland every day. This kind of loss is inevitable. Last year I had four bodyguards, but this year I have only two left." Hein sighed and said in a comforting tone, "At least their sacrifices brought peace, and those who survived, including all the survivors in this area, will thank them."

"Well, compensation for them will come later, but they’re not the topic of our discussion right now." Chu Guang looked at Hein and continued, "You probably misunderstood what I meant. I did not seek your comfort. I’m just telling you that I want a bigger split anyway.”

Hein was surprised and failed to react for some time.

"Ah, okay... I mean, no problem. Mhm, this is what you deserve, my honorable friend."

Chu Guang nodded. "Very good, then we can talk about how to divide our spoils."

The mercenaries looked at each other silently, not daring to speak, only daring to make eye contact.

This is the first time I have seen a person in a blue coat that is this cruel.

I bet it’s our boss’ first time seeing it too...

He has the aura of a ruler...

He is ruthless. But I like it.

...

There were twenty nine marauders captured in the outpost, ten of which were seriously injured. Most likely, they would not be able to survive the night.

There were about thirty people in the marauder's underground cells. Including the two marauder’s juvenile soldiers that had just been locked in, there were a total of thirty two people. Half of them were seriously injured, and some were on the verge of dying, and they looked miserable.

According to the negotiation between Chu Guang and Hein, all marauders could be bought by the slave trader regardless of the injuries they suffered. In exchange, Hein needed to provide him with a batch of goods of equal value.

Without a unified currency, it was difficult to estimate the accurate price. Therefore, Chu Guang simply used coarse salt, a specialty of Red River Town, as the currency they would deal in and charged him twenty kilograms of coarse salt per captive.

When Chu Guang exchanged dried meat for salt from Sun Shiqi, almost three kilograms of meat were exchanged for one kilogram of salt. According to their rate, it was equivalent to sixty kilograms of dried meat for a person.

He found it reasonable.

Although Hein didn't think of dried meat, the transaction price was barely acceptable to him.

A strong laborer only needed to be trained a little, and if they were sold to the mine owners in Red River Town, it was not a problem to double or triple the price.

Disabled captives were not a problem. Red River Town lacked food but not nutrient cream. After feeding them until the beginning of spring next year, some people would be interested in buying their organs, if they were still alive by then...

The only trouble was that Hein didn't carry so many goods with him.

In order to make the final sale before the winter, he only carried some Clearspring City hard currency with them. Which was to say... He only carried those chips.

It was no problem to buy two or three strong laborers with the number of chips he had, but buying thirty of them... Felt a little unrealistic.

Hein tried to make a last-ditch effort to make the trade and he stared at Chu Guang with a pitiful look. "We didn't bring anything with us. But I can use my credibility to guarantee that I will bring what I promised next spring!"

Chu Guang sneered. "You think I’ll believe you? If you have any credibility to begin with, we won't stand here to talk about business. Anyways, Red River Town is only two days away from here. You can go back and get it now."

Hein exclaimed in shock. "You're crazy, it's winter, and it was just snowing a few hours ago! You’re really asking me to go back to Red River Town and come back?"

Chu Guang said indifferently. "It's just the beginning of winter, and it was only a flurry earlier. The temperature didn't even drop below zero. You call that snow? You weren’t afraid to come to my outpost as a peacemaker, but you are worried about this risk?"

Bringing back a few people versus bringing back a whole thirty of them...

There would not be many opportunities to do business on such a large scale.

After weighing the pros and cons, Hein quickly made his decision.

In principle, no caravan would be willing to do business during that period of time. However... When the benefits outweighed the risks, principles were meant to be broken. After all, those without principles would earn a lot more than those with them.

Chu Guang was satisfied with his decision. After all, if he disagreed, the gallows of justice would be busy again.

It was impossible for him to use precious food to feed those marauders, and the benefits of doing so were far less than turning them into raw materials for bringing forth the fourth disaster of the wasteland.

Marauders were extremely ill-disciplined in the first place. That was why they were marauders. It was commonplace to be lazy at work. It would take a lot of time and manpower to tame them, and even if it was successful, they would be far worse than the players.

So why bother?

Soon he would be able to open level B2.

When that happened, there would be more qualifications for the alpha testing phase to satisfy those long-awaited players.

...

After discussing the division of the trophies, Chu Guang ordered the players to go to the underground cells to free up more space and to leave the marauders in the brick factory.

When the gate of the underground cells was opened, the stench that rushed outwards almost suffocated the players who opened the gate. Only after they let fresh air circulate for some time did they light up the torch and get back in again.

The deep and gloomy stone walls were covered with sticky stains. Occasionally, cockroaches as big as human fists crawled across the ground, and mice as big as shoes fought with each other for a rotting corpse.

The men and women with chains on their hands and feet looked blankly at the people who appeared at the entrance of the underground cells. There was no luster in their eyes, and there were only a handful of people with complete limbs. Some people had bugs as big as thumbs crawling on them, but they didn't care.

Elf Wang couldn't hold back and vomited on the spot. "I will never accept this kind of quest again next time."

Escaping Mole was better, he even laughed and taunted Elf Wang, "Didn't you beg to come?"

"... I thought I could find an injured little Klee here."

"Hello?! Admins, how do I contact the police here?!"

Seeing the two people walking forward, Irene, who walked to the door, stood still with a strange expression on his face, as if he was afraid of going in.

"I, I can help you guard the rear. There might still be some marauders around. We need to be careful."

The two who entered looked at each other, smiled in unison, and turned to the other guy at the same time.

"No need, brother, come with us."

"The task has a reward of 5 silver coins. We have to get people out."

"That's right," Elf Wang grabbed Irene who was about to escape, and said with a smile, "Come on, man, there are no marauders here."

"Let go of me! Ahhhhhhh!"

It took a lot of time to get all the prisoners in the underground cells to the surface, all while the search for loot on the other side also continued.

The players who searched for the loot almost turned the tire factory upside down.

They didn’t just take stuff that looked valuable. They even grabbed the pots, pans, tables, chairs, and even benches lying in random corners. Nothing was spared!

Right... Speaking of which, an incident actually occurred.

When the players searched Bear’s room, they found a wooden torture tool inside. On the torture instrument hung a clone that already turned cold. Her fair skin was covered with stains and scars.

Chu Guang recalled who she was. She was the girl a caravan gunman pulled out of the caravan at the entrance of Baker Street while Liszt and Charlie were discussing business.

Why did the clone bought by the old leech appear in the camp of Bloodhand Clan?

Chu Guang stroked his chin, lost in thought.

There were many possibilities in his mind, some were serious, and some were not so serious.

The four players who followed him into the room whispered behind him.

"Isn’t this game PG-13?"

"Ye... Yeah...?"

"Then why does it have R18 content?"

"R18 my ass! This is called background setting! Do you understand what that means? But then again, I have to go to the official website to praise this setting when I go offline. This game is really detailed. I hope this will not be deleted in the future public beta phase."

"I doubt we will be able to play it. Maybe we can go to the international server to play."

"However, our administrator is quite decent. It is really rare to have such a just, fair, and kind NPC in this wasteland where people’s hearts are colder than ice."

That was something all the players unanimously agreed on.

That was actually the players' genuine opinions. From the many details they saw during their time playing, they could see that their administrator was a charismatic leader.

Otherwise, why would the owner of the weapon shop always look at him secretly?

Hearing the conversation among the players, Chu Guang chuckled.

Of course.

If I was a normal wastelander, the clone hanging from that torture instrument would be you guys. How do you think these commodities are produced?

Pulling a piece of cloth casually and throwing it on her, Chu Guang looked at the players behind him.

"Take this poor woman down and take her away."

"Her remains can only be fed to cockroaches if we leave her here. It's better to use her remains to reignite the fire of civilization."

"In addition, please search this room carefully and report anything strange to me immediately. Right, be careful of the traps."

The four players said in high spirits.

"Yes!"

Searching for loot!

Going through NPCs’ chests!

They were the best when it came to stuff like that!