This Game Is Too Realistic

Although he went against the wind on the way back, Hein felt as if he was floating, and the arrow wound on his leg didn’t hurt as much.

Due to their extensive plan, he stayed in the outpost for a single day. The next day rolled around, and just a few hours ago, he had lunch with the strange man after receiving an invitation.

He was very impressed by what he experienced. The main course was steamed Crackleclaw Crab, and the side course was mushroom soup and shofar potatoes.

To be able to kill a Crackleclaw Crab… It seemed that the strength of this group was stronger than he had imagined. They were at least equipped with anti-armor firepower.

And the shofar potatoes were also sprinkled with soy sauce for flavor.

Well-armed, and well-supplied… The Bloodhand Clan provoked a terrible opponent! It’s no wonder they lost two squads!

Hein was a merchant, and merchants were very realistic people.

He would always be on the side of the victor... At least, he would choose the side with the highest possibility of victory.

In fact, when Chu Guang persuaded him, he could tell that the man didn’t know the rules of the Horseshoe Merchants Association very well.

Even if he performed well in front of the boss, it was impossible for him to stop living a dangerous life.

Although he was nominally a salesman of the association, in fact, the nature of the salesman was closer to that of an external partner.

They were active in the southern part of the River Valley Province, using the Horseshoe Merchants Association relationship to do business, and then get a share of each transaction.

Hein made a rough calculation.

Even if two squads were lost, the Bloodhand Clan still had fifty or sixty strong laborers. If he counted cannon fodder and prisoners, there would be nearly a hundred people.

If he could take even a third of them back, it would be enough to make him a legend to the Horseshoe Merchants Association. In fact, he might even be lauded in Red River Town.

Those who could still work could be sold to mine owners, and those who lacked arms and legs could be sent for organ harvesting and sold to Boulder Town or other large survivor settlements in the northern part of the River Valley Province, with a profit of over 1000%.

No matter how he thought about the deal he just made, it was a great one.

As for whether these people in the blue coat could win…

To be honest, he never considered the possibility that they would lose.

These people could work diligently like cows and hunt as fiercely as wolves. They even ambushed him who had extensive experience after traveling to many places in the wasteland in his years of service.

If they spoke about physical or strategic might, they had an amazing advantage.

Their leader was also an unfathomable existence.

This group is really scary!

Hein’s instinct told him that if he had a good relationship with these people, he would definitely make a lot of money in the future. Maybe he would make more money than working in the association! РâꞐＯ𐌱ÈⱾ

...

After walking northward along the viaduct wreckage out of the city and bypassing several collapsed ruins, Hein soon saw the tire factory occupied by the Bloodhand Clan.

The concrete outer walls were placed with spiked stakes and steel bars as a layer of protection, and the walls were smeared with unidentified and chilling graffiti painted with blood.

A headless corpse was abandoned in the drain on the side of the road and was being eaten by a few fat rats. It was probably another slave who could not make the barbarians happy.

Hein smashed his lips and felt pity rise in his heart. Holding the wooden box in his hand, Hein kept walking towards the wooden gate.

"It’s me, Hein, open the door!" The bandage on his leg had already been removed, and the wound was not bleeding anymore. Hein pretended to shout and waved to the guard on the wall.

Recognizing Hein, the man with a shaved head and scarlet paint on his face walked to the steel winch and stretched out his muscular arm to pull it slowly.

Accompanied by the dull sound of moving chains, the wooden door slowly opened.

Hein didn’t stop for a moment and quickly walked into the stronghold of Bloodhand Clan, led by a marauder sentry, to Bear’s tent.

Putting the box on the ground, he pressed his forehead against the ground.

"Dear honorable leader! Those people are a bunch of barbarians. I’m sorry, I have tried my best, but I can’t communicate with them at all."

Looking blankly at the man kneeling on the ground in front of him, Bear, who sat on the chair resting his chin on his fist with a lazy expression, spoke. "You didn’t bring my people back."

"Yes... because there were no prisoners at all."

"No prisoners?"

Bear sat up straight, his small eyes, which were almost squeezed shut by the tight flesh on his face, narrowed even more.

"You said there were no prisoners. What do you mean by that?"

He was very certain about the characters of his subordinates.

If they encountered those who were extremely vicious, they may fight to the death, but in a fight against the people in blue coats... Even if they couldn’t win, there was no possibility of them sacrificing their lives.

20 chips for a prisoner was not a bad deal. After resting for a period of time, he would still be able to gather another considerable force.

As for those who lacked limbs, he could sell them directly to the slave trader in front of him.

He even suspected that the man in front of him was lying, negotiating in his name, but actually sent the prisoners elsewhere.

Hein had a keen intuition.

Even if he couldn’t see the expression on Bear’s face, he could still guess what the muscular idiot was thinking, so he quickly assumed an expression of grief and anger, and said the script he had prepared. "Those people are just a bunch of scumbags, rodents, maggots in blue coats! They have no humanity, justice, or morality in them at all. Every cell in their bodies is engraved with nasty schemes."

"They pretended to accept the surrender of your subordinates, but after your men put down their weapons, they cruelly hanged your men at the entrance!"

With that, Hein opened the box in his hand, which contained finger bone necklaces.

Bear’s eyes shrank to two points in an instant, and his right fist slammed into the arm of the chair.

"I’m going to chop off the limbs of these rodents and throw them into the dungeon to feed the cockroaches!"

The furious roar echoed in the camp, and the flames on the brazier swayed. The veteran marauders on the side clenched the knife and axe around their waists as their eyes grew colder.

As long as the leader gave an order, they would step forward and chop the person who had offended the leader into pieces.

Feeling Bear’s anger, Hein didn’t dare to even breathe loudly, and continued to complain in tears. "Dear honorable leader, you didn’t know what happened to me! I walked into their camp with the purpose of seeking peace, and even took the initiative to hand in weapons to their sentry. But right after I met with their leader, the man threw me into their jail."

"They didn’t want to negotiate at all, and they had no plans to do so in the first place! After the man threw this wooden box at me, not only did he laugh at me, saying that everyone you are looking for is in here, but he also wanted me to tell you that, you, you will end up like them!"

"Although they didn’t hang me immediately, they kept me locked up for fear that I would leak information about them. I was worried that they would kill me eventually, so I used the chips hidden in my soles to bribe the guard and escaped their camp with this box."

"They reacted quickly and sent a hunter after me, and I didn’t dare to go north immediately. I ran to the east and before I could run far, I was shot by an arrow."

"Fortunately, the arrow didn’t cause any serious injury. I hid your men’s belongings in a trash can and ran into a collapsed building. Almost as soon as I entered the ruin, they also arrived! Fortunately, they didn’t notice me. I hid in the ruins until dawn, waiting until they went back to return."

"After confirming that there was no danger, I dared not delay and came back to make the report.”

Hein said with snot and tears and Bear finally shifted his anger away from the man kneeling at his feet.

With eyes locked tightly on Hein, Bear asked in a deep voice. "You said they were worried that you would leak their information? What information?"

Hein continued quickly. "Those people are actually not shelter residents. They are just a group of scavengers. They managed to occupy a shelter hidden in the wetland park after deceiving the original residents. They stripped off the blue coats that belonged to the original residents and disguised themselves.”

"They are not as strong as they seem on the surface. They are just a bunch of stubborn villains who only know how to bully those weaker than themselves. They don’t have too many people either. There are only thirty scavengers among them and the rest are prisoners of the original shelter. What they love to do the most is to light a bonfire in the middle of the camp late at night, and then bring the nice prisoners out to have a party... You know what kind I’m talking about…"

"So, if you plan to do something, it’s best to execute it in the early hours of the night." Hein lowered his eyebrows, telling a story someone told him skillfully. "That’s the time when their defenses are the most lax. Most of them don’t even wear clothes then… That was also how I found the opportunity to escape.”

Prisoners from a shelter.

A trace of greed appeared on Bear’s face.

The clone Baker Street offered him had been broken by him some time ago, and it probably had been disassembled into parts by his men.

Besides, the toy that did not know how to scream, cry, or have any kind of emotions couldn’t arouse his interest at all.

If she didn’t scream, how could he show his might?

Those who came out of shelters were different, no matter where they were from, they were the best type of toys.

"What about the guns? How many guns do they have?" Bear then asked what he was most concerned about.

Seeing that the leader was moved, Hein was overjoyed and said quickly, "They have close to thirty of them! Half of them were seized from your men! And they have very little ammunition reserves, and more than half of them even use arrows and javelins."

"Look at my leg, it was left by the arrow they shot!"

Hearing that they used arrows, Bear’s expression became even more contemptuous.

Those primitive things were the weapons of scavengers. Unless there were very few ability users among them, or mutants with extremely developed muscles, most people would rather use crudely made guns than arrows in a fight.

Bear himself was two meters tall and extremely strong. He could win a fight against four marauders with ease. Ordinary people couldn’t even walk fast while wearing heavy armor, but his armor weighed fifty kilograms at the very least. Just his breastplate was made of pure steel and made up half the weight of his armor alone.

Not to mention a crossbow or a javelin, even ordinary bullets would barely tickle him. They would leave a scratch on his armor at best.

In his opinion, trampling those scavengers to death was no different from trampling a colony of ants to death.

"Boss, I think this matter should be considered carefully," the man with a long face standing beside him lowered his head and continued in a deep voice.

"Badger and Cha are not weak, and their men are also brave great when it comes to fights. However, both of them lost against a group of scavengers. Something isn’t right."

Upon hearing this, Hein felt anxious and was about to speak. However, Bear waved his hand and directly dismissed what the long-faced man said. "Badger is courageous but not smart, and Cha is smart but not courageous. The two are far from our true elites. It is just a group of scavengers. I will personally lead the team. Gather all the men available, I will crush them!”

Bear didn’t want to waste any more time.

The snow was getting thicker and thicker, and the weather was getting colder and colder. If it was dragged on for too long, it would be harder to fight a battle.

Besides, if the captives of the shelter were all killed by the scavengers, what else would be left for him to play with?

Moreover, he looked down on Cha and Badger’s men. His true main force was those who followed him to plunder places in the north.

Hein heaved a sigh of relief. In order to stop Bear from hesitating, he decided to add even more information.

"Dear honorable leader, you don’t need to worry too much, we actually have a huge advantage in this matter.”

"When I entered the wetland park, I found that they were camping on the northwestern river and building brick kilns. They probably plan to reinforce the bunker before winter arrives. This reveals their inner fear and weakness!"

"You only need to march in the dark and directly attack their brick factory. They will surely fall into chaos when that happens! At that time, all you need to do is to chase them down and kill them all. When that happens, their wealth and supplies will belong to you!”

As saying that, Hein revealed an angry expression on his face. "Hmph, this way, I will also be able to vent my anger and make them pay for what they did to me!"

"Brick kilns?" Bear touched his chin with interest. "How many people were there?"

"At least ten people! Sixty percent are males caught from the shelter, and the rest should be their own men…"

Bear was overjoyed and patted the arm of the chair. "Good!"

Although he did not trust the slave merchant fully, the existence of the brick kiln was very easy to verify, and he would basically recognize it at a glance.

After that, Bear immediately looked at the long-faced man and ordered in a commanding tone. "Send someone over and look for a high spot to observe the wetland park. If you see a campfire and smoke by the river, come back and report to me immediately!"

The long-faced man nodded. "Okay!"

...

Meanwhile, beside the river on the northwest side of the Linghu Wetland Park, Ample Time took a few people to prop up a shack on the open space with plastic sheds and wooden sticks.

Shacks like that wouldn’t be able to block out all the wind and people would surely get arthritis if they lived in it, but Ample Time and the rest were not willing to use better materials.

After all, they would put gunpowder kegs and wood tar in it later...

"I have a vague feeling that the administrator didn’t think we would be able to make bricks..."

While digging a cave on the slope of the river with a shovel, Night Ten complained, "Otherwise, why would we be assigned such an exclusive task?"

Old White was a man of action, and didn’t like to talk nonsense when he was working. “Stop talking, hurry up, and finish your work... Wait a minute, it’s almost time for the task."

"Fuck..."

"Speaking of which, Gale, don’t you have classes during the day?"

"I’ve sent my slides to the teaching assistant..."

"Damn son, I didn’t know that you could use your assistant that way."

The first exclusive task Bull and Horse Brick Factory received was neither to produce bricks nor to build a brick kiln with a specific daily output. Instead, they were supposed to set up traps.

Does this sound like things Lifestyle Profession players should be doing?!

Fine, fine… We weren’t Lifestyle Profession players to begin with…