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Chapter 475 Laying Mines
Every single person who appeared in the underground auction house deserved to die.

Li Sheng casually fired a shot, killing the dazed man and ending their family reunion.

At this moment, the oracle squeezed the pulse of Zhongtian Beiji, pried open the latter's eyelids and shone a flashlight on him, "Judging from his vital signs, he should have been given a muscle relaxant such as rocuronium bromide."

Theoretically, a single miniature life potion would be enough to reverse the muscle relaxation effect, but unfortunately, the life potions in the Oracle's inventory have also shrunk to a certain non-existent aluminum canned energy drink.

Its outer packaging features a rather bizarre black and green skull design, with the words "Produced by Multiverse Terminal Vending Machine" printed on the front.
The ingredient list prominently displays Monster Energy, Red Bull, Gfuel, pre-workout supplements, wild ginseng slices, as well as Wan Nian Ling liquid, antifungal hand sanitizer, and Alien Recovery Liquid—all ingredients that immediately raise suspicion.

One can't help but wonder if even an elephant or a blue whale would get a nosebleed from just one sip.

The Oracle turned off the flashlight and frowned, saying, "None of the items and skills I have can remove the anesthesia, so I can only let it subside on its own."

"It's okay, I brought it."

Li Sheng took out a vial of sugary glucose from the automated warehouse, injected it into Zhongtian Beiji's vein with a "plop" sound, and pushed it all the way in.

? ?
The oracle's eyelids twitched; she knew that sugammadextrose could form a complex with aminosteroid muscle relaxants (rocuronium bromide, vecuronium bromide), reversing their effects within two or three minutes.
However, she did not expect Ant to be able to take it out so quickly and easily—could this guy be carrying a warehouse full of medicine with him?
"It's better to be prepared, so I do carry a warehouse full of medicine with me."

Li Sheng seemed to be able to guess what the divine oracle was thinking, and said easily: "Ibuprofen for pain relief, metformin for lowering blood sugar, sertraline for antidepressants, pantoprazole for treating stomach ailments, magnesium aluminum carbonate, domperidone, mosapride, and bismuth potassium citrate."

As the saying goes, a person's reputation is like a tree's shadow. After the Battle of London, the download volume of Ant's past strategy videos on Feiwang skyrocketed, and after a brief interaction, the Oracle roughly figured out Ant's speaking style—if you don't engage in conversation, you won't be led astray.

But her intellectual curiosity still compelled her to ask, "I understand everything before, but why are there so many stomach medicines?"

"You don't know this, do you? Scripted missions are fraught with danger, especially role-playing missions, which inevitably involve ingesting food from the scripted world. Illness can enter through the mouth, so we can't be careless at all."

Li Sheng said seriously, "I have a friend who once accidentally developed an anal plug after eating chicken butt. Food safety is a serious concern."

What the hell? Was your friend even in a legitimate scripted world?
The oracle's eyelids twitched violently. At that moment, the North Pole of the Central Heaven suddenly regained control of its body with a "ho!" and tumbled off the small cart, trembling.

"You're awake," Li Sheng said casually. "How are you feeling?"

"good."

Zhongtian Beiji steadied himself against the wall, and the first thing he did was take out a proper set of clothes from his backpack and put them on. Then he bowed deeply to Li Sheng with gratitude, saying, "I have never said 'I am convinced' in my life, Brother Pifu."

"It's just a temporary collaboration for a team task."

Li Sheng waved his hand and asked, "Speaking of which, as the head of GOC's Southeast Asia region, you should have an [Emergency Escape Card] on you, right? Didn't you bring it?"

Mentioning this, Zhongtian Beiji took a deep breath, "I brought it. I was originally thinking that high-level players would increase the difficulty of each mission, and I could only hide for a while, not forever. I wanted to see how things went before deciding whether to use the escape card."
As a result, the system sabotaged me, and I was unexpectedly given a muscle relaxant.

Activating the emergency escape card requires a preliminary action, which can be done by flicking with a fingernail or shaking with a finger, but if your limbs are paralyzed, then there is no way to do it.

Thinking of this, Zhongtian Beiji felt a mix of shame, anger, lingering fear, and relief.

When he resurrected his younger brother Gou Chen using the "Piece-to-Hero" technique, he didn't really care about the idea that "the soul and body are an inseparable whole," and completely treated the host in the role-playing mode as a game character to be manipulated.

But just because he thinks this way doesn't mean other players think the same way.

If he were incredibly lucky and advanced to Lv40 in the future, he would think that divine grace was as vast as the sea and divine power as mighty as a prison, suppressing all enemies in the world with a flick of his finger. But then someone else's "You've been here before" could leave him speechless.

"Hey, hey?" Joker's annoyed voice came through the walkie-talkie, "Hey guys, I'm still alive! Still being chased. Can you help me out?"

"coming."

The Oracle, who had also unlocked more ability shares, took out an exquisitely crafted artificial carrier pigeon from his inventory.

This homing pigeon is assembled from materials such as miniature motors, plastic rods, and films. It flies using biomimetic flapping wings and has a small camera installed in its abdomen.

The oracle released the carrier-pigeon drone along the passage, sending precise location reports to the Joker from the air.

"There are two humanoid heat sources about ninety meters to your southwest. You'd better run northeast along the ridge and meet us at the winery."

“Don’t meet up,” Li Sheng interrupted. “Let’s meet directly at the top of the mountain.”

Zhongtian Beiji and Shenyu cast questioning glances at them. The four experienced players, armed with guns and capable of using a small amount of superpowers, were theoretically capable of holding their own against the remaining security forces on the island.

"The billionaires I just killed, worth hundreds of millions or even billions, including Hollywood mogul Harvey Weinstein and the Sultan of Brunei, were all listed as regular VIPs. The progress of killing SVIPs in the second phase of the mission is still 0/8."

Li Sheng quickly said, "A true SVIP, besides wealth, must possess real power, the kind that can summon an entire army."

The player's biggest advantage right now is that the opposing side knows nothing about supernatural powers, and the island administrators are clinging to wishful thinking—Li Sheng had just glanced at the drone footage when…

There was no scene of all the yachts rushing towards the island to frantically evacuate the people.

In other words, tonight's SVIP gathering is extremely important, so important that even if security guard Bob defectes or VIPs are attacked, the island's management cannot and dares not disrupt the plan.

Therefore, time is the most important resource for players.

Li Sheng took out a ball of C4 explosives, as thick as dough, from the warehouse, pressed it hard against the wall, threw several hot water bottles into the pile of corpses, and placed a tape recorder down.

These recorders had appeared before; they had built-in audio generation capabilities. Li Sheng generated an audio of a group of people faintly calling for help.

The oracle observed for a while and vaguely understood, "You're... setting a trap?"

"bingo."

Li Sheng said, "In the real world, before 2009, scientists had already applied radar ultra-wideband technology to the field of safety and life-saving, and invented life detectors. There are several types, including infrared detection, audio detection, and radar detection."

The underground winery was blown up, preventing outside rescue efforts from reaching the island in the short term. Furthermore, the island's current management dared not abandon so many VIPs still 'still weakly calling for help'.

We definitely need to send people to dig; it will be a good opportunity to distract the enemy.

This will give us the opportunity to shift our position.

As they spoke, Li Sheng had already planted the C4 bomb, placed a booby trap under the body, and a tripwire mine in the corner.
They even inserted a voice-activated toy into the subcutaneous fat of a fat VIP. The toy would vibrate whenever it heard a sound from the outside, making others mistakenly believe that the fat man was still alive. When they tried to move him, they accidentally triggered a booby trap.

"If I had to say what Dai Ying taught me, it would probably be that as long as I live, I will never stop laying mines."

Li Sheng excitedly set up the scene, and under the horrified gaze of Zhongtian Beiji and the strange look of the divine oracle, he used his bare hands to stuff small steel balls, screws, and rusty iron pieces into the fat man's subcutaneous fat.

(End of this chapter)