CHAPTER 74: CHAPTER 22: NEW INSTANCE! _3

Red Bucket instinctively touched his body, "Two cuts? Does that hurt?"

The Wildman reminisced about the feeling from that time, "Hurts? Not really, it’s kind of like when paper cuts your skin; stinging, just keeps bleeding afterward, feels weak all over, and progressively colder. In the end, Potato and Bighead carried me into the cabin for treatment."

"Maybe it’s the compensation for going down the tutorial dungeon with an important NPC without any gear drops. Not only is the injury treated for free, but they also provide a designated weapon and equipment plan. Overall, we just lay there; if we really fought, the four of us would have definitely been wiped out instantly."

When they heard about laying down, Red Bucket and Lousy Warrior were so envious; that was the first battle. Brother Ni and Bighead bragged about it on the forum for two days, almost depicting it like the Normandy landing; as brutal as it gets.

Upon hearing the Wildman was seriously injured, almost kicking the bucket, their understanding of the game’s realism went up another level.

However, there are always those who don’t believe in evil, not turning off their sense of smell.

The silver-haired Natural Curl couldn’t resist, opened the car window, and stuck his head out, the stench directly taught him a lesson.

"Ugh!!"

After his already empty stomach vomited completely dry, he remembered to turn off his sense of smell, returned to the car feeling both angry and annoyed.

"Damn it, what’s happening with the people in this world? No environmental awareness at all!"

"Game setting, who told you not to listen?"

Brother Dao, driving, had wisely turned off his sense of smell early, thus avoiding a serious setback.

His hands gripped the steering wheel, but his eyes wandered to that dark mountain and the occasional scavenger, muttering.

"This place looks tougher than Bangladesh where I went several years ago."

Brother Ni asked curiously, "You’ve been to Bangladesh?"

Such small countries, many countrymen haven’t even heard those names, let alone visiting.

"For filming a documentary." Seemingly recalling that unforgettable time, Brother Dao’s voice became much deeper.

"The largest shipbreaking yard in the world is there; tens of thousands of workers work without any protective gear, barefoot on the muddy decks, risking tetanus at any moment; one worker dies every half month on average, making less than two US Dollars a day."

"No cranes or trailers, a few-ton steel cable just being dragged manually on shoulders. Even just standing on the beach, watching, made me suffocate."

"Just like the Volga River boatmen?" Brother Ni had deep impressions from an art exhibition organized by his school in elementary school, those boatmen on the painting.

Later, after growing up, he came to realize that actually most people on this land were boatmen long ago, just hauling different boats, some tangible, some abstract.

"Pretty much, except they didn’t have the October Revolution, didn’t get the chance either."

After entering the landfill area, due to bumpy road conditions, Brother Dao and Bighead had to slow down and drive inside cautiously. A slight mistake could puncture the tires.

"Where to park the car?"

Brother Ni pointed to a fork ahead and said, "Last time we came here, the boss hid a big canvas, we can cover the car and hide it."

After parking the vehicle, covered it with black camouflage canvas, then tossed a few bags of trash on it, it’s impossible to tell there’s a hidden car from a distance.

The eight gathered together, unanimously took all the tools out of the trunk first, then asked W.

"So what materials are we looking for?"

Two hornet drones flew around everyone in a circle then said,

"High-quality steel, rubber, synthetic fibers, and some polymer materials. I’ll mark qualified materials on your bionic eyes or retinas; of course, if you think you’ve found valuable items, you can bring them, but they won’t count towards mission settlement."

A standard robotic voice; although factory drones come with various voiceovers, Lin Miao found it unnecessary, a synthetic voice feels more like sci-fi.

And to avoid interest conflicts leading to disputes within the exploration team, they already discussed the dungeon reward distribution on the way.

Four veteran players who paid for guns and rented cars would each get a 15% share, with priority on loot choice. The remaining four would split 40%.

And in work allocation, Potato taking Brother Dao for reconnaissance around, in case people come, they instantly alert others to avoid. Since accepting the basic body modification surgery, old players can now communicate via short-range lan without phones.

But they underestimated the difficulty of garbage sorting.

Not only physically, but psychologically too.

The Wildman bent down to lift a piece of iron plate, the dark cluster scattered immediately, the big guy nearly six feet cried out with the shriek of an eighteen-year-old girl.

"F***! Damn it, there’s a cockroach! Aaaaah!!!"

Foot down, squish squash with juice splattering.

Closest to him, Bighead saw Wildman’s embarrassed look and jokingly said,

"My gosh, Li Peinian scared me silly, is there a need to make such a fuss just because you’ve saved enough money?"

And Wildman tremblingly pointed to his face,

"Face, it’s on your face."

"What on my face?"

Feeling his cheek itch, Bighead thought it was a mosquito and smacked it hard.

Squish

A bizarre tactile sensation stiffened him completely; checking his palm, half a squashed cockroach with its shattered black-brown hind legs was twitching incessantly.

"..."

Just mocking Wildman, Bighead immediately convulsed like electrified, rolling his eyes, fell backward.

"Damn, does this game really need to focus on such details?" Still reeling from shock, Wildman took off the water bottle strapped to wash Bighead’s face, complaining, "This level of realism is just too much."

"I say, why don’t you use some tools properly?" Over on the other side, the silver-haired Natural Curl adeptly used the iron knife in his hand to tap on his target, only opening the garbage bag and moving the iron sheet after the cockroach scatter.

Others mentally grumbled, ’Why are you so skillful!’