I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 472 Daily life of players
"Pretending, working, and buying things with money every day, what's the point of this kind of life?" Sean Roche threw the biscuit box into the milk bowl and picked up a large piece of fermented milk.

The rotten smell of food permeated the whole room in an instant, and all four people in the small kitchen frowned, including the instigator, Sean Roche himself.

"The mission description requires us to disguise ourselves and get as close to the life of the aborigines as possible." Another player stood up and opened a small window to ventilate in order to keep himself away from the garbage dump.

This is the only help the Blazers gave them, an apartment of less than [-] square meters, but it needs to accommodate four players.

For these players, space congestion is not a problem. In the past, they often slept in the open and slept wherever they went.

The real problem is the stress of life itself.

What kind of life do they live in other worlds?Either fight against the dragon, hunt the incarnation of the gods, or destroy the city and the country.

In short, the planning department will prepare an exciting main task, so that players have a general direction to work hard.

But in this world, they complete trivial tasks one after another, either to learn the background of the world, understand the way of life of the aborigines, or like now, hide here, pretend to be aboriginals too, and work in their way , in exchange for rewards, buy food, and wait for the next task to appear.

And the rewards are just some contribution points
Although this world has a wealth of superhuman resources for players to choose from, these contribution points are the only currency for purchasing the body, but this is not what they want.

Even killer players can't suppress the joy in their hearts for a long time. What they want is war and killing, as well as the fear and worship of the same kind from another world.

They are used to the thrills that accompany every minute of their lives, either being a hero or a villain, keeping their brains in a state of euphoria every moment.

That's why Advent is so addictive, it's like the addictive compound of this world, once you try it, you can't live without it.

There are only a few individuals like Karkarf, and his energy is not replicable. Not only was he a novice who had never been to other worlds before, but he also took latent tasks after entering this world, which is why he has been so independent for a long time. individual.

These players are different. They can accept failure and death, but they can't bear peace.

There was no sound of killing or yelling in their ears. These ordinary days tormented their well-trained nerves and made them eager to make some big noises.

The player who opened the window used to work as a scout. He once entered the elf camp alone, cut off twelve pairs of pointed ears, and then left quietly. Only by this silent fear, the thousand-year-old tribe finally came to an end. chose to surrender.

But now, he poked his head like this, looking around at the world.

The window of the opposite building was less than ten meters away from him. A woman with a fat face was looking at his frying pan expectantly. He could even hear the sizzling sound of bacon being fried in the other's pan.

That's right, bacon, you can't get enough of bacon.

After living in this world for a few months, the first thing these players know is the diet of this world. Unfortunately, among the four players in the room, some of them are more proficient in how to use bows and arrows than elf archers, and some of them have learned how to forge from dwarves. Exquisite level of equipment, some people have practiced shield and sword skills continuously for ten years, and can defend themselves unscathed in the face of thousands of troops, and some people and the Gaoshan tribe have learned to ride dragons to perform, and travel thousands of miles a day.

But none of these people have learned how to make the magical Maillard reaction happen to food, so they can only eat those disgusting frozen foods.

The faint smell of smoke coming from the window next door is no worse than the one coming out of their room. The old man who smokes, drinks, and drinks every day is very concerned about the affairs of this group of players, often through the cat's eyes. Watch them come and go.

It was only recently that the scouts realized that the damn old man might be wondering if his group were some kind of sexual pervert.
Downstairs there was the sound of a hair dryer humming. The woman living downstairs seemed to be on the right track. The scouts had tried to break in several times to do what they wanted to do, but the task required them not to cause any disturbance. For the attention of the judicial system, he endured it for the task reward.

Looking back, the old fool named Sean Roche was still chattering, complaining about this and that, but every day when he went to work, he left the fastest and came back the latest.

He heard that the bastard was awarded the best employee of the week in just a few days.

"I'm quitting, I'm going today." Sean Roche didn't know how many times he planned to use the excuse of quitting this world to avoid housework and return to his room.

The scout finally couldn't take it anymore: "Even if you want to go offline, you have to clean the dishes and mop the floor today before leaving!"

The other two players also looked at each other, nodded silently, and at the same time looked at Sean Roche with oppressive eyes, if he doesn't wash the dishes or do cleaning work, let him go offline completely posture.

"I am a man like an eagle, how can I work hard in the kitchen every day!" Sean Roche pinched his waist and shouted: "You have been in the same world before, and you deliberately isolated me alone. Bar!"

Tens of seconds later, the 'old man' who lived next door took off the breathing mask on his face, and listened attentively to the sound of fist-to-flesh beating on the other side of the wall.

They are quite careful, they have scolded like that, and they can't resist not using their supernatural powers. The old man cracked his mouth and smiled, showing his yellow teeth. He sat down by the computer and started sending emails.

Some gas with stimulants can make the emotions more agitated, and people who are agitated and have quarrels will naturally speak more words. His job is to record these words in detail and send them back to the headquarters for those who Expert analysis.

It's noon now, let them rest for two hours, and the 'fat woman' lurking on the opposite side in the evening will use the scent of added bacon to trigger those people's dissatisfaction with their diet, whether they plan to continue the fight or remember bitterness, said Some food cultures from different worlds are useful information.

When it's late at night, the 'prostitutes' downstairs will come up wrapped in bathrobes in the name of being too noisy upstairs and ask them to keep their voices down, and by the way, their hormone secretion will become abnormal.

If those players don't plan to fencing each other to solve their physical problems, most of them will go out to experience the nightlife, and when the time comes, he won't be able to come back
So the 'old man' intends to leave with his belongings after writing this email, change his image, and change his identity to the next location.

There are many similar espionage teams. Mikkelsen has 96 clones, and he always has a chance to meet someone who is suitable for this job.

Some of them are bold and cautious, while others are timid and fearful, but they can play their role after all. Some can send back information alive, while others can only rely on corpses to transmit information.

These people are the basis for Tanguy's ability to accurately display the attack, and they are also the guarantee for Mikkelsen to control the overall situation.

This time was no exception. At ten past midnight, the scout slipped out of the apartment alone. What Sean Roche said during the day was still convincing.

He had been in the imperial palaces that had contributed to three empires, and he had seen all kinds of beauties, but today, the long legs of the ordinary woman downstairs left a particularly deep impression on him.

Make him so horny that he can't sleep.

He originally wanted to smoke a cigarette and drink a few sips of cold water, but for some reason, he went downstairs and stood at the door of the other party.

"Why bother so much, just do it cleanly." The scout only hesitated for a second before pressing the button to reward himself in his mind.

Superhumans have brought too much impact to this world, such as doors and door locks, which originally symbolized home and the external environment, are vulnerable to many superhumans.

The scout only used a little force to infer the deadbolt and walked into the porch, as naturally as returning to his own home.

The room was pitch black, and most people had already fallen asleep at this time, while the scouts had rich experience in night activities.

His eyes can see almost everything in a faint environment. This is not his supernatural ability, but just experience and a little skill.

The scout took a quick glance and determined the direction of the woman's bedroom. The structure here is the same as the upstairs, but it looks much tidier, and there is a faint fragrance and smell of smoke in the air.

kindness?
He remembered that women don't smoke, and his sense of smell is very sensitive. He has never smelled smoke on that woman before, and the smell of this tobacco is just a refreshing feeling. He has never seen it before. high-end goods
call.
Some low breathing sounds appeared behind him, followed by the sound of tobacco and paper burning. The scout was sure that the cigarette was burning quietly beside his ear.

As for the owner of the tobacco, the first puff of smoke he exhaled crossed the scout's shoulders and blew it far away with a trace of scorching heat.

when?
The scout restrained his urge to turn around, and continued to take two steps forward, making sure that the other party did not intend to attack him before turning back suddenly.

but there's nothing behind
A drop of cold sweat emerged from the scout's forehead. If it wasn't for the smell of fresh tobacco in the air, he would have thought it was just a hallucination!
"Stop playing, Surte caught a fat man outside, this is useless." A voice appeared a few meters away from the scout, making him immediately turn in that direction.

For a moment, the scout felt that his memories of drinking tea in the last world were fake, because he didn't see anyone there.

"No one left alive?" Another voice came from behind the scout, still carrying the smell of tobacco.

"No more, that fat man is enough." The voice that spoke before finally appeared in front of the scout this time, a tall and strong figure, and the other party directly stretched out his hand and wrung his neck with the scout's irresistible force.

Before he died, the last thing he saw was the person behind him, a man who was about his height, leaning against the bar and smoking a cigarette, and the other party waved at him.

The scout's last thought before he died was, how many people are there in this room?

This was the second day Duoli Gong stayed at the Royal Star Hotel, the soft bed, the white sheets, and the legendary smell of sunshine all made him sigh comfortably.

Oh, by the way, and the Queen of the Night's pole dancer, the woman next to her let out a kitten-like purr, turned and fell asleep again.

They exhausted a lot of energy last night, so why not come to the hotel again?Let it go to hell.

After chatting with Big E all night and paying more than 3000 federal coins for the fare, Duoli Gong has long believed that Big E is a reliable source of information.

And when they arrived at Haozai Hotel, the place had closed down. Obviously, the boss with a bad service attitude failed to survive the negative impact of Tang Ji in the end.

No one wants to live in a place where so many people have died. Although this is common in Night City, the murder scene left by Tang Ji has a strong personal style, which has a strong negative bonus in Feng Shui.

As a coward, of course Big E knew that this place had closed down, but he still brought customers. After all, satisfying customers is the way to survive in the service industry. He cheated on his agency fee.

Big E is not a small role now, he has disdain to earn such a small amount of money as a guest fee, the introduction fee he makes money, the woman lying on the bed in Duoligong, is the number one card of the Queen of the Night, [-] a night, Five thousand of them belonged to him.

"Hey, my friend, are you awake!" Big E's energetic voice appeared on the other side of the phone: "Are you ready to really see Night City!"

"Wait, friend, wait, I need to take it easy." Duoli Gong stretched his waist, unwilling to leave the big bed, and walked into the semi-open balcony, and suddenly found that the sun was already shining outside.

He paid a large E5000 yuan last night, except for the fare, the rest counted as a tip, and made an appointment for the other party's three-day sightseeing in Night City.

"Slow down? Are you too tired? I can recommend a few medicines, both physical and spiritual, and they are all guaranteed!" Big E tried his best to expand his business scope, inspired by the willingness of the other party to pay for it. Look, that silly kid either inherited a huge fortune or hit something like a dead man's lottery jackpot.

"Forget it, I don't need it for the time being, where are we going today?" Duoli Gong took a bite of a fresh pear and asked with some expectation.

"How about the Night City Law Enforcement Bureau? It still keeps Tang Ji's work files, photos, offices, patrol cars, guns, and everything, and the fees are not expensive." Big E knows how to whet people's appetite: "I still There is a personal relationship, if you are willing to pay [-] more, we can drive his old patrol car out today, how about it, are you excited?"

"When are you leaving?" Duoli Gong laughed, looking at his remaining activity funds, he felt that he was not far away from making meritorious service.

(End of this chapter)