ctnovel Chapter 72 Player Logout
Chapter 72 Player Logout
Chapter 72 Player Logout
Mars Mariner Valley Manufacturing Corridor.
When the red flag of the Sky Destroyer was hoisted on the flagpole of Foundry No. 37, Beef-Eating had just emerged from an underground prosthetic clinic filled with the smell of disinfectant and blood, accompanied by Ice-Immovable and a large meal.
The man who didn't eat beef still bore the marks of the battle, but he had a smile on his face and was humming a little tune as he walked out.
"Today is a good day~"
As a player in the Skyward faction, Bu Chi Niu is no longer a streamer in jail; he's now eating his fill and living a very comfortable life.
Martian Wars, Global Counterinsurgency Wars, and Special Campaigns Against Organized Crime —
With these major events happening one after another, both the main class Cyborg and the secondary class Military (both non-beef-eating) have reached the current version's maximum level, with their total level firmly stuck at level 20.
The twelve prosthetic slots were crammed full by the bull, although most of them were just basic white parts to make up the numbers. Only the operating system was a green-quality [Sky Drive Basic Tactical Auxiliary System].
However, among the current player base, being able to fill twelve prosthetic slots already puts you firmly in the T1 tier.
He doesn't eat beef; he follows the intelligent firearms style of cyborgs, and his prosthetic body is also designed to serve intelligent firearms.
With a recoil-stabilizing prosthetic arm, ballistic-correcting eyes, a spinal nerve accelerator, and a low-power combat pump in his chest cavity, the moment he picks up the intelligent assault rifle, he becomes a walking humanoid fire control platform.
When shooting, you don't even need to aim. Just pick up the smart rifle and you're like a humanoid auto-barrel, hitting exactly where you point without any deviation.
This feeling is really cool!
Recently, as soon as the Supreme Commander's decision to crack down on organized crime was released, a scarlet warning marker will appear on the game map of all Sky Drive players whenever gang activity occurs in the vicinity.
Seeing the exclamation mark appear on the map screen, no player could suppress their instinct to clear the map.
The three who didn't eat beef had just cleared the exclamation marks on the map. Their target this time was the underground gang entrenched in the manufacturing corridor—the Iron Teeth Society.
The Iron Teeth Society had already taken root in the lower-class communities of the Mariner Valley Manufacturing Corridor during the reign of the Holy Cardinals.
The priests of the church even found the air in the sewer neighborhood too dirty, and the sacraments officials wouldn't even let their boots get muddy there.
Nobody wanted to deal with the mess at the bottom, so the power at the grassroots level in the darkest corners of Sailor Valley naturally fell into the hands of the Iron Teeth Society, a group of reformed thugs.
This group made their fortune through several disastrous businesses, including lending money on the black market for prosthetic bodies, forging debt contracts, forcibly dismantling prosthetic bodies of living people, and running illegal clinics to perform surgeries without anesthesia. They specifically targeted outsiders and unemployed workers who had no one to back them up, ripping them off to death.
The reason why the Iron Teeth Society was able to run rampant for more than a decade was not because they were particularly good fighters, but because the old regime needed them.
The old sacrament system was too lazy to get involved in the dirty work at the bottom, but it needed someone to maintain the surface order for them. These henchmen who were willing to do any dirty work naturally became the best white gloves.
Now that Sky Drive is in power, it's natural that they won't leave grassroots power to these reformed hooligans who live off human lives and prostitution debts.
After the "Combating Organized Crime" mission appeared, the target I received was simple—to eliminate the Iron Teeth Society!
After receiving their mission, the three men, who refused to eat beef, refused to move while holding ice, and ordered large meals, led two Sky Chaser security guards directly into the back door of the clinic.
The whole process was pretty predictable.
The Iron Teeth Gang's modified thugs looked flashy, their bodies covered in all sorts of intimidating cybernetic implants, but they were about to face three "veterans" who had crawled out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood from the Martian War.
The modified thugs from the Iron Teeth Gang had just rushed out of the clinic when the smart rifle was raised, and the [three-round burst] was triggered. The three bullets followed the ballistic correction line in a straight line, directly turning the head of the street kid in front into a cloud of blood mist.
The few modified thugs with a total level of only 9 to 12 tried to raise their guns to fight back, but Bu Chi Niu moved to the side and the muzzle of his gun swept across them. The sound of the shield breaking and the headshot notification popped up almost at the same time.
The large-portion meal is a melee-focused style, and the most reckless and violent berserker route at that.
He was equipped with [Gorilla Arms] on both arms, and his shoulders and back were also stuffed with [Subcutaneous Armor], [Kinetic Buffer Skeleton], and a low-end [Stress Shield Generator 1] set. He charged straight into the crowd with the thugs' small-caliber pistols in his arms.
The bullets struck him, sending sparks flying. He raised his hand and grabbed the neck of a prosthetic thug, his arm's hydraulic muscles contracting sharply, slamming the man into the wall.
The next second, he picked up the corpse and threw it at the gunmen behind him, knocking them and the gunmen down.
"Ohohohoho—!!!"
The large lunchbox was being served while accompanied by strange, gorilla-like noises. As for why they were doing this—
Perhaps it's because he really is a gorilla?
Pressing the ice button still indicates a hybrid style.
He carried the Blue Falcon-4 heavy pistol and charged all the way from the reception hall into the operating room.
As soon as the gunshot rang out, a pool of blood and shattered prosthetics appeared on the wall. Several Iron Teeth members tried to flank him from the side door, but he kicked over the surgical cart and fired two shots while using the cover. The first shot shattered the chest armor, and the second shot tore off half of his face.
This gun is a military-grade weapon he captured during the Martian Wars. It's of [blue] quality, with a small magazine and high recoil. Its advantage is simple: one shot is like firing a small grenade launcher.
Of the three, the one who pressed the ice-dots was the most aggressive.
As for why we are so proactive?
Damn it, after accepting the mission, he realized that this lousy place was the same shady clinic that had swindled him before, and this shady clinic happened to be cooperating with the Iron Teeth Association.
When the unscrupulous clinic doctor was dragged out, he was still wearing a blood-stained surgical apron.
He was stunned when he saw that Anbing was not moving, and then his expression suddenly changed.
"Is it you?"
He raised the pistol without moving, pressing the muzzle against Bing's forehead.
"Oh, you still recognize me?"
The doctor's Adam's apple bobbed, and his eyes glanced at the Sky Chaser security guard beside him.
"There's a misunderstanding here. I was just following procedure. You signed that prosthetic body loan contract yourself."
An Bing laughed, a particularly bright laugh. He turned to the large lunchbox beside him and said, "Hey, I told you before, when I get the chance, I'll definitely take down the middleman who made me work illegally and the shady clinic doctor. Look, here's my chance!"
"When I first landed on Mars, you guys really messed me up!"
The doctor tried to argue, but the ice block stopped him. He raised his other hand and pointed to the temporary security badge he had just received from the Sky Chaser organization.
"I'm a government employee now, you bunch of idiots, I've wanted to take you down for a long time!"
The doctor's face turned ashen.
You can't.
boom!
The Blue Falcon-4 gun spat out a short burst of fire, and the doctor's mind went blank. He fell backward and knocked over the prosthetic surgical stand behind him.
The accompanying Skyward security officer glanced at the corpse, then at the mission documents.
"The target was involved in illegal organ harvesting, forgery of debt contracts, and involvement in postwar human trafficking. The on-site killing was in accordance with procedure."
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Immediately turn your head away from the ice.
"Did you hear that? There's nothing wrong with the procedure."
I couldn't help but chuckle, even though I don't eat beef.
"Isn't this just settling a personal score?"
Pressing the ice still, I put the gun back into the holster on my leg and casually stuffed a green quality prosthetic interface module from the operating table into my backpack.
"Bullshit!! This is the new government's iron fist, all official business, no personal gain whatsoever!"
He dragged a large lunchbox and a box of debt chips from the next office, then looked up and added, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and search. Maintenance is in an hour, let's finish the mission quickly."
Outside the clinic, the alarm lights in the Sailor Valley manufacturing corridor were still flashing, Sky Drive security vehicles blocked the street corner, and several Martian residents who had been imprisoned by the Iron Teeth Society were being released. Members of the Martian Committee were registering old accounts and missing persons lists nearby.
After completing their mission, the three who didn't eat beef were too lazy to continue scavenging for scraps.
With only five minutes left before maintenance, the three of them simply found a street corner and prepared to log off.
I don't eat beef, so I sat down on a metal chair on the street corner and casually turned on the countdown timer.
Maintenance countdown: 00:04:51
He suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, what's that pound sterling up to lately? It kept yelling in the channel telling us not to waste our contribution points."
An Bing was cleaning his beloved gun when he heard this and looked up.
He said the next version will most likely be related to Terra, and players may unlock small starships, the kind used by solo players or in squads.
"It seems like the pound is trying to build connections with people in the government before the update, so they can get one at a discounted price once the new version is released."
While sitting next to him dismantling the captured cybernetic body, Da Zhong, without even looking up, added, "The Little Pony Express Guild is also planning something about spaceships."
He nodded, indicating he didn't eat beef.
Once the next version is released, whoever gets a ship first will be the first to reap the benefits of the Terra and Deep Space routes.
The three chatted casually for a few more minutes, the topic shifting from spaceships to level caps, from new classes to whether Terrans would be richer than Martians.
The countdown ticked down second by second, and the alarm lights outside the manufacturing corridor gradually dimmed. The Skyward security guards began to inventory the weapons and ledgers left behind by the Iron Teeth Society.
Maintenance countdown: 00:00:10
I stretched and opened the offline interface. (I don't eat beef)
"Alright, guys, see you in the next version."
The countdown has reached zero.
[Stellaris servers are now under maintenance]
The next second, the body that hadn't eaten beef, hadn't moved while pressing on the ice, and had only eaten a large portion of light food simultaneously quieted down.
At the same time, players across Mars—in Mariner Valley, Tharsis, the polar ice caps, and even in other civilization lines of Stellaris—collectively logged off.
The fourth catastrophe, which had been causing a ruckus for a long time, has temporarily left this world.
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