0603 Chapter 13 The Death of the Yellow-throated Sloth Section 29
At the same time, in Fu Da Ming Da's residence, Kang Sini quietly bowed and hung upside down in the vent.
Such a weird posture is not because she is overflowing with childlike innocence, but because the light from the room is shining in the lower half of the vent, and it is very likely to be exposed when the eyes inadvertently glance over it. With the body structure of the vampire, it is impossible to hang upside down for a long time.
It produces the uncomfortable feeling of cerebral congestion in humans.
There were only two people in the room. The boss and the group leader, and a middle-aged man with a fat head and a beer belly. This man was a guy who joined later than Lan Feng. He was originally a low-level state-level official in the outside world.
This guy, who could call the shots and be considered a figure in many subordinate realms in the surface world, only got the nickname "Fat Man" when he was reduced to this place. No one was interested in his outside identity or even his name. He was only interested in one person.
The vegetable seller nodded and bowed.
But it is precisely this judgment of time and ability that allows him to survive until now even after the death of all the old players in Fuda Mingda.
His keen sense of smell made him the first to choose to side with the boss against those old people who were unwilling to cooperate with the apostles, so he became the longest-lived among the newcomers in recent years, and can almost be regarded as the only one with official combat power.
The survival rate of newcomers with official backgrounds in the Lamarck game is extremely low. The statistics that can be obtained cheaply in the Mobius Hall are basically the same as those of elementary and middle school students.
It’s not that most people in this industry are incompetent, but that the set of social rules they are familiar with and believe in are far different from those in the game world. It can basically be said to be the opposite.
The larger the base of lower-level officials, the harder it is for them to lose face and put their status in a suitable position for a newcomer. They may not be stupid enough to come into the game to suppress others, but they will inevitably show various inactions and
Be careful.
This habit of playing tricks on their own people has helped them rise rapidly in the officialdom, but in the game, they will always be tricked to death by old players who are destined to be smarter than them. In the Lamarck game where life and death are staked, absolutely
The style of most teams is to take the initiative to kill newcomers who may leave hidden dangers.
Without the baptism of blood and fire, they will never have the opportunity to understand how ridiculous the set of tricks they are so good at in a peaceful society is. Only after most of them die will they understand the rules of the game world:
If you say that I am selfish and have no conscience, I will slap you to death with one hand; if you say that you must be moral in life and that you are old and unsuitable for taking risks, I will slap you to death with one palm; if you say that my bad deeds are totally unethical and unacceptable.
Human heart, I'll slap you to death with one slap. If you don't want to be slapped to death, all you have to do is be obedient and behave like a new person.
Although the mortality rate of officials after entering the game is extremely high, there are always many officials with royal salaries in the imperial courts in the outside world. The reason is naturally that when supermen want to be officials, they have the ability to find a position for themselves.
There are still quite a few players in the middle class of games who pursue this traditional pursuit, especially older players.
"Boss, I'm afraid you will have to take action on this matter tonight. You also know that my evolution is for the sake of the team. If we face an enemy head-on, I will bravely attack the opponent who is unable to defeat me even if I risk my life.
But... there's really nothing I can do about this.
Even if we reluctantly sneak in and take action, it is 100% impossible to achieve our goal. I will die when I die, but if our intentions are exposed, I am afraid that the little goblin musician can use the situation to suppress us to the point where we can never turn around.
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The fat man showed his cunning side as soon as he opened his mouth. Everyone knows that you are greedy for life and afraid of death, but as long as you give an objective and realistic reason, others really can't say anything. At least, there is no reason to force you to die.
Both people in the room knew what Qu Yun was good at and what his strength was in those areas. Lan Feng's presence gave the two teams a certain understanding of each other. After all, the boss had not joined the apostles at that time, and no one expected that there would be a decisive decision.
Today is a life and death day.
"Stop talking, there's no need for you to go," the boss sighed, released the game badge and waved his hand: "Lao Xiao's mission is completed. He will go to the prince to submit a mission first, which will take about two or three hours.
I'll be back in a few minutes. It's best to let him go for the evening matters."
The fat man perfectly concealed his relieved mental activity and exclaimed: "The regimental deputy's strength is really amazing. He can actually do it in such a maze-like ghost place..."
The boss's cold voice interrupted the fat man: "Shh, the walls have ears. Have you forgotten that the musician kid is a hearing enhancer? What we are going to do, what the prince is going to do, it is enough for you to understand it in your heart, is it necessary to say it out?"
"Yes, yes, the regiment leader taught you a lesson, you must pay attention to it in the future!" The fat man was servile and cautiously tried: "You said that your highness, since he asked the deputy regiment leader to do this, he also allowed us to be 'casual' at night.
, what exactly does it mean?”
"I don't know. I'm not one of those scheming strategists. How can I possibly understand what they say in roundabout ways without making it clear?" The boss said it naturally, and didn't seem to think that this lack of ability was a big deal at all.
weakness:
"That giant rat has his own plans, so let him and the musician kid go dog-eat-dog on their inexplicable battlefield."
Badgers are not native to Dayong, so the boss, who is short-sighted and ill-informed, simply regards them as big rats. Of course, behind his back.
The inexplicable cooperation between Fukuda Mingdai and the Tasmanian Devil Prince is obviously in a dilemma where they despise each other. With such a relationship, it is natural that there is no way to talk about the exchange of intelligence and planning.
Then the boss' eyes inadvertently swept through the vents, doorways, and several convenient hiding places in the room, and finally explained to the fat man:
"In fact, I don't care about the outcome between them, and even the result of this game is not important. As long as we can cause fatal damage to this team, we will receive ten times the game reward.
Now the prince lets us do whatever we want. In fact, even if he prohibits it, we must take action. Only by involving Yunshang Immortal Mansion, we, who are already at a disadvantage in terms of combat power, can we use the NPC position to severely damage them.
Sigh... I originally expected that Lan Feng and Huoying would be able to kill at least two or three of them in a sneak attack, but the result turned out to be exactly the opposite. They were really passive this time...
Fatty, go get ready. If everything goes well, the final battle will probably be your verbal skills. Of the three of us, you are probably the best at this."