Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Because Grik had already reported some information after returning, the Warhammer Expedition was somewhat prepared.

Therefore, even though the information Lenoras revealed exceeded his expectations, he did not experience the same unbearable pain as when he was sodomized for the first time.

The difference is probably that one wasn't coated with lubricant, while the other was coated with a lot of lubricant.

Although I'm very angry, I can still hold it in!

But as for pleasure, there was none. Although Warhammer Expedition had the looks of a gay man, he had already taken his fiancée to the brink of marriage, had a baby, and was getting married in the second half of the year.

“They’re all NPCs, no players. If we weren’t involved in the mess with those two pirate crews, then it’s possible that our actions in Mingye City have touched on the interests of some NPCs.” Warhammer’s Expedition stroked his mustache.

“Warhammer, I actually think there’s another possibility,” Lenoras said.

"What's possible?"

“We can hire Quiet to help us complete the mission, and others can hire other NPCs to deal with us. Not to mention anything else, the Star Hunter Guild is the simplest way.”

Warhammer Expedition's expression immediately darkened.

What you said makes a lot of sense!

He quickly checked the Hunter's Guild's quest list and found that Warhammer Guild was not among the quests he was targeting.

But that doesn't mean no players are messing with them.

"Among the guilds I can think of, Tea House, Stardust, and Fx could all be the masterminds behind this," Lenoras guessed.

"I know what I'm doing. You should come back first. The faction war has started, it's time to have a meeting to discuss this."

"it is good."

Don't let me find out it's dry!

Otherwise, I'll set off a hundred rockets in his anus!

Warhammer Expedition rested his hands on the table, recalling Lenoras's words.

Red Tea House and them had a conflict in a previous game due to a competition mission. Stardust was because they belonged to different factions when they were born on different planets and developed a grudge. As for Fx, the Function Group and them came from the same region and were old enemies for many years.

If hitting is a sign of affection and scolding is a sign of love, then their relationship with Fx is probably one of playing hard to get, a situation where men are separated and living apart.

A game chronology could easily be compiled.

Warhammer: [I heard your guild is doing quite well lately; I've seen a lot of people discussing it on the forums.]

Leibniz: [What do you mean?]

Warhammer: [It's alright, just checking in on you.]

Leibniz: [Fuck you, you're out of your mind.]

Warhammer: [Why are you swearing at me like that?!]

Leibniz: [So what if I insulted you? I wish you and your guild a complete wipeout, and I'll celebrate with a couple of drinks.]

Warhammer: [It really was you.]

Leibniz: "???"

Although he didn't quite understand what it meant, he was happy when Warhammer was unhappy.

Leibniz: [Yes, it's me, it's definitely me. Aren't you angry? Aren't you angry?]

"..."

Mara, pull the bastard.

Although there were no real losses (Lenoras: ???), the Warhammer Expeditions couldn't swallow this insult.

An eye for an eye. Since you hired people to mess with me, I'll mess with you too, and I'll kill you, you slut.

……

Somewhere on the planet Mönbelung.

A dozen virtual screens floated in the bright room, displaying various scrolling messages.

For the past hour, the people in the room have been looking rather unwell.

Their first mission against the Pirate Alliance failed just like that.

They had just made some progress, but it was all ruined by a girl who suddenly appeared. What's more, they didn't expect that the Crimson Pirate Captain Marjorie would be so ruthless, killing people without even giving them a chance to explain.

"We paid a heavy price to turn No. 003 against us, but all he got was a useless tractor."

Bang bang bang.

The sound of tapping on the table was surprisingly rhythmic.

"Traction machine..."

The middle-aged man who was speaking gestured wildly, angrily making up-and-down motions with the tractor.

"Traction machine..."

Instead of cursing, dance.

“Fortunately…” another woman, A, spoke up, “we still have a few hidden agents that haven’t been discovered, so our previous efforts weren’t entirely in vain.”

"Let them lie low for now and wait for further instructions before taking action." The middle-aged man twisted his waist.

His dance ended there.

"Since we can't stop them from going to the alliance meeting, let's wait until everyone is gathered together before we make a move."

“No problem, I’ll go and inform them in a bit.” Woman B nodded.

"Although there won't be any action in the next few days, but..."

As the middle-aged man was speaking, the person who had been quietly talking on the phone next to him suddenly stood up.

"This is bad. Those people in charge of providing support on Mawei Star have taken it upon themselves to attack the woman who caused the trouble." He frowned deeply.

"What?" The middle-aged man slumped his shoulders and immediately assumed the starting posture for the second part of the dance.

“I just received a call from Meng Lan; she couldn’t stop those people.”

"Pigs, stupid pigs! Completely lacking in discipline and awareness, blinded by hatred! Why even recruit someone like that into the organization in the first place?" The middle-aged man waved his arms. "Even if they killed that woman, wouldn't our secret agent be exposed? It's infuriating..."

With devilish steps, he circled around in a small circle, reaching out to smash something, then pulling back. After careful consideration, he realized that it was better to guide than to block, so he decided to smash it anyway, reaching out again to maintain his leadership demeanor.

There was no background music.

After a while, the inappropriate "beep beep" sound rang out.

“It’s Meng Lan’s contact.” The man looked at the middle-aged man.

"Take it."

The middle-aged man lowered his hand; it was time for halftime.

"Zzz—"

A petite woman appeared on the pop-up screen. She was wearing a thick coat, a flat gray hat, and holding a railgun.

Meng Lan is a mechanic in the small team sent out by the organization.

He looked flustered.

Seeing the dance tycoon felt like finally finding a pillar of support.

"Minister, it's terrible, they're all dead." As she spoke, Meng Lan looked around nervously.

"Dead?" The middle-aged man was stunned.

“I was worried after they went there, so I followed them out after a while, but when I got there, all I found was a pile of corpses.”

Meng Lan played the video she had filmed.

The streets were dilapidated, a wrecked modified armored vehicle stood in ruins, and there were more than a dozen unrecognizable corpses.

The area of ​​damage was not large.

It's clear that the entire squad has been wiped out, leaving only Meng Lan alive.

The minister opened his mouth, gritted his teeth after a long while, and said, "How long have you been separated from them?"

"It took about seven minutes."

Seven minutes.

The minister's body trembled.

“Those corpses…”

“I’ve dealt with everything, but it seems the pirate group hasn’t sent anyone over.”

As she spoke, Meng Lan looked down.

Fortunately, the spy was not exposed, but those people died. They were all dead in less than ten minutes, with hardly any signs of fighting.

He verbally called those people idiots, but deep down he still acknowledged their abilities; otherwise, he wouldn't have sent them to provide backup.

"That woman is dangerous!" the minister concluded.

"Minister, I..."

"Get back as soon as possible while ensuring your own safety."

"Hmm." Meng Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

If you ask her to investigate information or something like that, it will definitely be met with retaliation!

The minister usually acts so strangely, he's obviously no good. Luckily, the minister didn't betray her.

After stuffing everything into her backpack, Meng Lan quickly jumped off the roof.

Here.

"Damn it," the minister stomped his foot, "it would be better if he were dead."

make a fist.

"There won't be so many worries if you're dead."

"See that!" he pointed with his right hand.

"This is the consequence of messing around and ignoring orders."