This game is so weird!

With Marcus and White Cat attacking from behind, and Night Rain and Wooden Fish bombarding them with mortars, the Orcs were quickly wiped out.

Thanks to the barrier of the passageway, not a single conscript escaped this time.

After the battle, Black Duck excitedly shoved open the corpse of an orc soldier and pulled out two pillar-like objects from his waist. One end of each object was covered with sharp bee stings, and the whole thing looked like a meteor hammer.

"Thank goodness I didn't go into melee combat. This big-eyed, thick-browed orc was actually hiding a meteor hammer..."

Seeing Black Duck spinning in the air, swinging his "Meteor Hammer," Bard, who was picking up Orc bullets, was startled. He rushed over in a few steps, grabbed Black Duck's right hand with one hand, and reached up with the other to grasp the handle of the "Meteor Hammer."

"Be careful!"

"If it explodes, you're dead. This thing is a spiked grenade."

Bard spoke as he worked, the look of horror still lingering on his face.

"Huh?" Black Duck slowly lowered the grenade under Bard's pull, raising it to examine it closely. "This looks way too much like a meteor hammer..."

As he spoke, he poked the sharp spike at the top with his index finger, and jerked his hand back sharply when he was pricked.

"That's the insidious nature of Orc grenades."

Bard pointed to the spiked grenade and made a throwing motion towards the orc corpse, "With this spike, plus the orcs' general strength, the grenade will embed itself in the target's flesh after it hits, making it difficult for them to break free."

"And then—bang!"

Bard suddenly spread his arms wide, making an explosion shape.

"Holy crap! There are such insidious things?!"

Black Duck's eyes lit up, and he quickly grabbed the spiked grenade and ran to Wooden Fish, who was coming down the mountain. "Old Wooden Fish, quickly sweep this up, we'll make dozens of them later!"

"This is?"

"Stop talking nonsense and scan it quickly."

Seeing the Black Duck's excited expression, Wooden Fish took out a scanner and scanned the spiked grenade.

Scan successful

[Syra - Orcs - Spiked Grenade, a treacherous combat weapon, crafting blueprint obtained]

[Unlock new technologies for the base, contribution points +500]

"Yes!"

"Wow, it actually works!"

Upon seeing the successful scan, Black Duck and Wooden Fish exchanged a glance, their mouths gradually widening into excited expressions. They then grabbed their scanning guns and scurried around the ground, beginning their scanning journey.

Scan successful

[Syra - Orc - Soldier, a second-generation war machine created through biological modification... Contribution Points +1000]

[Syra - Orcs - Laborers, a low-level biological weapon created through biological modification... Contribution Points +500]

[Syra - Orc - Thunderstorm Assault Rifle... Contribution Points +1000]

[Syracusa - COG - Tactical Armor: Tactical armor made of composite metal, offering some defensive capabilities. The blue LEDs on the armor are designed to defend against Nightbats. Contribution Points +1000]

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Marcus frowned as he watched the wooden fish run up to him and pull out a strange rod-shaped device, pointing it at him and then emitting blue light to scan him.

"Octopus monsters, what are you doing now?"

"Haha, don't mind it, let's examine your armor."

Muyu chuckled, ignoring Marcus's doubts. Making money was far more important than improving NPC favorability.

Seeing Muyu's actions, the other veteran players belatedly took out their scanners from their backpacks and began scanning the surrounding items, with flashes of blue light occasionally appearing around the factory.

Players who didn't bring a scanner were filled with regret as they watched their friends' contribution points skyrocket.

What happened to the main storyline being war?

I was carrying all sorts of supplies and materials, only to find out that I was still going to follow the archaeological research route. I felt like I missed out on a fortune.

Looking at the busy players around her, the white cat's eyes darted around, and she stared at the orc corpses scattered on the ground before saying to Little Black:

"They're all scanning the loot, we new players are really getting the short end of the stick... Maybe we should move the corpses onto the train, at least we can sell them for some contribution points when we get back?"

"Holy crap, boss, you're a genius!"

After hearing this, Xiao Xiaohei slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "How come I didn't think of that? We couldn't transport them back before because carrying them was too cumbersome. Now that we have a train, what's there to be afraid of?"

"Brothers, let's hurry up and collect the corpses to exchange for contribution points!"

After saying that, he called on Xiaobai to go find other players who didn't have a scanner, and together they joined the great task of moving corpses, becoming an honorary "corpse collector".

The advantage over professional body collectors is that at least they don't need to dispose of the bodies themselves after transporting them back; they just need to throw them into a biomass processing machine before they start to smell.

Most of the participants in this combat mission were FPS players. Who hasn't carried two corpses when playing stealth games? They had almost no psychological barriers and quickly stuffed the corpses into the cargo boxes attached to the back of the train.

The expressions of the COG warriors were almost contorted as they looked at the Orc soldiers' corpses that filled the train's cargo compartments to the brim.

Gentlemen, what are you doing...?

Remembering the player he'd seen carrying a powerful orc, Marcus began to doubt the nature of this group. "Are you really not cannibals from outer space?"

Only the outgoing Dom didn't mind at all. He had already moved closer to the wooden fish, and after the fish finished scanning a forklift, he patted the octopus monster and asked curiously, "Are you scientists?"

"Huh?" Muyu gave him a strange look and replied, "No, we are liver emperors."

"A liver hog?"

Dom scratched his head in confusion, not dwelling on the strange term, and continued to ask, "I just heard you say that moving the corpses back will earn contribution points, does that mean we can exchange them for money? Can these corpses be exchanged for the currency used to buy clothes?"

Wooden Fish looked around and saw that there were no large items left to scan. Other players were also cleaning up in the corners. Not wanting to steal the credit, he put the scanner into his backpack and prepared to chat with Dom.

"Yes, the base is recycling biomass raw materials."

"All living things can be taken back and exchanged for contribution points, which is the currency circulating within our base that I told you about before. It can then be used to exchange for clothing, weapons, and food."

Dom's eyes widened. "So, if I help transport a batch of corpses back, I'll get contribution points too?"

"yes."

Muyu confidently stated that although no other NPCs had yet exchanged contribution points by delivering biomass raw materials, some NPCs who had completed the cleanup task had already received contribution points when they set off.

Changing the task format shouldn't be a problem.

Dom couldn't sit still any longer. He slung his rifle over his shoulder, charged at an orc laborer, grabbed his claws and slung it over his back, then pulled another laborer along with him towards the train.

"I'm going to earn some contribution points too!"

Upon seeing his old friend Dom's actions, Marcus covered his face with one hand, unsure of what to say.

He'd only been in jail for a few years, how did my old friend end up like this...?

Seeing Bard approaching as if he had something to say, Marcus quickly went over as well, intending to inquire further about the aliens' situation, as he felt something was off about their previous conversation.

Are these fanatical corpse enthusiasts, or rather, those with a strange obsession with collecting corpses, really a foreign humanitarian aid team?

Why do I feel like a group of guys who are even stranger than the orcs have arrived?