"Bleurgh!!!"
Superburn had barely stopped inside the mod shop when Frank could no longer hold it in. He threw open the door, grabbed a trash can, and vomited violently into it.
God knew what he had just been through...
Merlin, on the other hand, calmly removed his Plague Black Robe and Eagle Beak, then left the workbench and went over to the Notebook to check the mission settlement.
"You're completely insane!" Frank complained with lingering fear after rinsing his mouth with a bottle of ice water.
"You'll get used to it after throwing up a few times."
"That's not what I meant. Can you warn me before you pull off dangerous stunts like that in the future, so I can prepare myself?"
"Don't worry. There are usually beginner benefits, so your luck won't be too bad." Merlin waved a hand dismissively from in front of the computer.
Frank: "!!!"
"What the fuck! Those extreme maneuvers just now were your first time doing them? That's not funny." He stared in disbelief.
"I'm not joking. I was just taking advantage of the beginner benefits to test the new car today."
"Testing the new car... So this was also your first time driving it?" Frank froze again.
"Yeah, I only got it today—" Merlin was interrupted before he could finish.
"Wait, wait, you should just stop talking." Frank raised a hand to stop him, then steadied himself.
He truly did not dare ask any more questions. Sometimes, knowing less was better.
But there was one thing he had no doubt about regarding this incident.
It was a miracle that he was still alive!
The earlier planning had actually been perfect, but the ending had been utterly insane.
I can never ride in this guy's car again. Breaking out of prison would be safer than this!
After killing people all night, Frank was tired as well. He slumped onto the sofa in the lounge to rest.
Meanwhile, Merlin was settling the mission rewards.
"The total payment for this mission was six million dollars. At thirty-three percent, my share is 1.98 million."
"The rest is yours. Check whether it came through." Merlin pulled out his phone and waved it at the pensive Frank.
"Okay!" Frank immediately took out his phone and opened the R Star APP.
After seeing the extra money in his account balance, he nodded. Then, thinking of something, he asked curiously, "Can the money in there be withdrawn?"
"Of course. It's a one-to-one conversion. However much is in there, you can withdraw that much."
"Okay... I didn't expect to become rich after just one mission." Frank was somewhat surprised upon hearing that he could withdraw it.
"The split only covers my planning fee. We still need to calculate the cost of the equipment you borrowed from me this time. That was my personal investment."
"One Bevel Magic Treasure, one Pump-action Shotgun, one Armor-Piercing Handgun, three Explosive Rounds, one Sticky Bomb, sixteen Grenades, twelve Armor-Piercing Rounds..."
Like a money-grubber, Merlin began calculating every item one by one.
"It comes to more than two million. Let's just call it two million."
Frank: "..."
"You really are a black-hearted businessman."
The total reward for the mission had only been six million. After thirty-three percent was taken out, there was a little over four million left. Then another two million was deducted, leaving him with just over two million.
If Merlin had not rounded it down, he might not have even received two million.
Is this what capitalists are like...
Frank transferred the money to Merlin with a gloomy expression. Though he still had more than two million dollars, thinking about the original six-million reward made him much less happy.
His great revenge had been fulfilled, so why did he still feel somewhat depressed?
"Hehe, is there anything else you want to buy? Want to reserve a Scarab Armored Vehicle? You could also buy some more ammo while you're at it." After receiving the money, Merlin smiled happily and asked another question.
Frank: "..."
Good grief, Merlin had his eye on the more than two million in his pocket too.
The two chatted for a while. It was getting late, and Merlin needed to get home as soon as possible. Otherwise, it would be troublesome if George came looking for him.
The rolling shutter slowly closed. Sitting on his motorcycle, Merlin suddenly asked Frank, who was about to leave, "What are you planning to do from now on?"
Frank paused, but did not answer. He seemed to be thinking.
However, Merlin continued, "Since the law cannot punish evil, why don't you become the punisher yourself?"
"This game is just a game. It all depends on the players."
"I'll think about it." Frank did not answer directly. After speaking, he put on his coat and quickly vanished into the dark night.
The skull T-shirt he had designed himself was still on him.
The next day, an announcement and a wanted notice quickly threw New York City into turmoil.
However, this happened in the Brooklyn District and did not affect the Manhattan District. Otherwise, with the Lizardman incident added to what happened last night, George would have had quite the headache.
The Hell's Kitchen Motorcycle Gang and the Mexican Irish Gang had been slaughtered by a single man. During the police pursuit, one police superintendent and three officers had died, all of them perishing in the helicopter.
Everything revolved around two people.
One was out in the open, someone everyone knew: Retired Army Soldier Frank.
He had wiped out the three gangs single-handedly, and his motive was obvious—avenging his wife and daughter.
After investigating, reporters quickly exposed the court ruling from that day. Public pressure on the police instantly increased.
As for the other mysterious person dressed in Plague attire, no one had identified him yet. However, by tracing Frank's movements, they had already found some leads.
But while everyone was discussing the real man Frank and the mysterious Plague Doctor, a topic quietly began gaining traction online.
A game that had taken Apple City by storm—Morality and Rule of Law!
Because the Bevel Magic Treasure and Superburn sports car seen at the scene were both classic vehicles in the game, many players had initially been afraid to confirm it. But after opening the game and seeing the identical appearances, they had no choice but to accept it.
The game forums exploded as well.
[Guys, I'm sure now. The ones in Brooklyn last night were the Bevel Magic Treasure and Superburn!] [Image JPG, Image JPG... Honestly, that scene of Superburn fighting the helicopter beneath the moonlight was so cool. I've already set it as my wallpaper.] [Merlin's Beard, when did the game add an offline mode? How come I knew nothing about it!] [Urgent, urgent, urgent... I want to become an offline player too. R-Star, hurry up and send out Invitation Codes.] [Urgent, urgent, urgent... I want to drive an Oppressor! I want to fly a Hydra! I want to drive a tank!] [I want to rob people!] [Add me, guy above!]
What happened last night had directly excited all the players. No one knew what hidden experts might be among them.
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