Collapse Iron: What does it mean to broaden the fate of four people in one sentence?

Blue hair, styled in an unconventional way, red clothes, a flamboyant style, with her waist exposed on both sides.

Exposing your waist in this freezing weather? Is that something a normal person would do?

Coupled with his furtive behavior of hiding in the snowdrifts and his glib tongue, he seemed strange no matter how you looked at him.

Lin Si's brain was racing.

Generally speaking, the first NPC you encounter in a game will usually become your guide or adventure partner later on.

But this person...

He looks exactly like the kind of unscrupulous merchant who cheats players out of their money in the newbie village.

Or perhaps they're the kind of traitor who would stab you in the back.

As a gaming expert, Lin Si has top-notch awareness of preventing ganks.

He decided to test the waters first and see what kind of person this old Sambo was.

"Don't move!"

Lin Si pointed the gun forward, his voice cold and sharp.

"Hand over anything of value you have!"

Chapter 6: The Battle of Wits

Sambo: "......"

He remained silent for a full minute.

The expression on his face changed from a "flattering smile" to "Are you kidding me?" and then to "Who am I? Where am I? Am I still asleep?"

During that minute of his silence, Bronya screamed wildly in her mind.

No, what kind of bandit are you?!

The first thing you do when you meet a stranger is to demand that they hand over their valuables?!

What are you going to do if I don't hand it over? Are you going to shoot him?!

Bronya could even foresee that if someone witnessed this scene, within a day...

A terrifying version of the story will surely circulate among the citizens of Belleburg, both in the upper and lower districts.

"Have you heard? Lady Bronya led her troops out to suppress bandits, but ended up becoming a bandit herself!"

"What? That can't be right?"

"Seriously! They rob anyone they see! If you don't hand over your money, they shoot!"

"Good heavens, does that mean I'll have to pay her some protection money every time I see her in the future?"

"Pay it, pay it. Consider it compensation for the loss of the Great Guardian's daughter's youth..."

Bronya's consciousness was trembling wildly.

Her reputation, the reputation she has maintained since childhood.

The image she painstakingly built up as the next Great Guardian.

It's all over.

Lin Si squinted at Sang Bo, a question forming in her mind.

What's this guy standing there for? Has another bug appeared?

He held up his gun, wanting to poke Sambo again with the saber to see if he could trigger any plot developments.

Sambo, seeing the gun and knife getting closer and closer, stopped being silent and quickly took two steps back.

"Hey, hey, hey? Sister, alright, alright, I, Old Sambo, admit defeat this time. Take it all, it's all yours."

As he spoke, he took something out of his pocket.

Red sausage, another red sausage, a pile of broken parts.

A wrinkled, worn-out map.

A few screws whose purpose is unknown.

Bronya almost burst into tears as she watched this scene.

A citizen of Belleburg, in order to avoid being shot and killed by the daughter of the great protector who was supposed to protect the people, actually took out all his savings!

Look at what he pulled out: sausages, broken parts, old maps... nothing of value.

He must be one of those ordinary citizens who live in poverty, making a living by selling small items and struggling to survive in this freezing cold.

And she is Bronya Rand, daughter of the High Guardian, and the future Guardian of Beloborg.

She's robbing him now!

They robbed a poor citizen!

Although she didn't do it herself, it used her body, her face, and her gun!

Bronya felt her conscience was being roasted on a fire.

I'm so sorry, I'm really so sorry.

"Citizen, I, Bronya Rand, swear to God, this was not my intention! Once I regain control of my body, I will make it up to you tenfold!"

Lin Si had no idea what Bronya was thinking.

He frowned as he watched Sambo's movements, his eyes flashing with vigilance.

Something's not right, there's a problem.

The character he controls is said to be the daughter of the Great Guardian, which should be the daughter of the city's leader. She always brings several regular army guards when she comes to the wilderness.

This old Sambo, he dares to come out into the wilderness alone, he must be quite skilled.

After all, the wilderness is full of monsters, and anyone without combat skills would have died eight hundred times over.

He has fighting ability and wilderness survival experience, yet he didn't put up any resistance when robbed and just accepted his fate.

Honestly, if it were Lin Si himself, and someone pointed a gun at him in the game, at such close range, he would have countless ways to instantly retaliate.

Although this old Sambo is definitely not as good as me and is just a game NPC, he still has combat power and experience, and the NPCs in this game seem to be quite intelligent so far.

So you're just going to give up so easily?

Lin Si didn't believe it.

He squinted, staring intently at Sambo's every move.

Sambo was still taking things out when a question arose in his mind.

Something's not right.

Why isn't Bronya reacting at all?

Normally, anyone would glance at the things he pulled out, even just to check if they were valuable.

But she didn't.

Those eyes remained fixed on him, unmoving.

As expected of the daughter of the Great Guardian, she is so vigilant.

He kept waiting, waiting for Bronya's gaze to shift even the slightest bit.

The moment she looked away from him, he could pull out a tear gas canister and make a hasty escape in the chaos.

He had used this trick countless times, and it always worked.

But now.....

Why doesn't she look at it?

Sambo was getting a little anxious.

His movements as he reached for his things slowed down, and he glanced around out of the corner of his eye, searching for an escape route.

But with all this ice and snow, a vast expanse of white, where can we run to?

Moreover, Bronya's position conveniently blocked all possible escape routes for him.

This is not a coincidence; she did it on purpose.

A bead of cold sweat broke out on Sambo's forehead.

"Is it because these things are worthless and she's not interested?"

He gritted his teeth, thinking, "You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub."

Bronya is here, so there must be Silvermane Iron Guards nearby. Although he can't see them now, if he gets surrounded, it will be difficult to escape.

We must act swiftly and decisively.

He made up his mind, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a huge, gleaming gold cup!

The cup was as big as a head, gilded all over, and inlaid with various gemstones, gleaming dazzlingly in the wind and snow.

Lin Si's gaze was instantly drawn to it.

Holy crap? This cup looks so familiar.

No, that's not the point.

The key point is, what kind of four-dimensional pocket does he have? How can he pull out such a big cup?!

Is this even reasonable?!

Just as Lin Si's gaze was drawn to the gold cup, Sang Bo's lips curled into a smile, and with lightning speed, he pulled a round object from his pocket with his other hand.

Tear gas canisters!

He slammed himself to the ground!

then.....

boom!

Gunfire erupted.

The tear gas canister was precisely hit by the bullet in mid-air, flying more than ten meters away before landing on the snow and rolling twice.

Although it exploded, it was too far away from the two people to have any effect.

Sambo: "......"

He remained frozen in his throwing posture, his smile frozen on his face.

Lin Si's lips curled up slightly.

Little sample.

Are we waiting to sabotage him?

Unfortunately, Lin Si is a gaming legend.

In terms of strategy, they have it all figured out!

"Sun Ni, shouting. Jun..."

Chapter 7. Could Bronya have lost her memory?

Lin Si's voice rang out slowly, carrying three parts mockery, three parts amusement, and four parts sarcasm that said, "You're trying to play this game with me."

Sambo slowly lowered his hand, turned his head, and looked at the smoke bomb that had landed in the distance.

Then she slowly turned back to look at the gray-haired girl in front of her, who was holding a gun and had a smile on her lips.

His expression was priceless.

After a while, Sambo took a deep breath, and the slick smile on his face finally faded a bit, replaced by a more serious expression.

"Sister, excellent marksmanship."

He clapped his hands and actually started applauding.

"I, Old Sambo, have traveled all over the country for many years and have seen many masters, but none like you,"