Crazy Idea

Crazy Idea

At the Unknown Place, the Bald Head Supervisor from last time shut off the communicator. His subordinate asked curiously, "Supervisor, why are we asking Red Earl's Faction to handle matters within our company? Red Earl's people have questionable leanings—somewhat anti-human."

"Because last time, the Headquarters Intelligence Department sent out a C-Rank Gene Enhancer with extensive mission experience, and he died without explanation. Headquarters brought the body back but found nothing. The Biochip was full of garbled data. They suspect Anzhi Clean Company was behind it." The Bald Head Supervisor spoke with a smile.

Only then did the subordinate understand. "No wonder this mission was assigned to us again. Aren't they making us take the blame?"

"It's hard for us to comment on the struggles at the upper levels, but we aren't suited to oppose a gray giant like Anzhi Clean Company. Who knows how many people's secrets these gray giants hold? Although Anzhi Clean Company wouldn't dare reveal them, causing trouble for us would be easy enough."

"Red Earl is perfect. It's just Credit Points. When has our company ever lacked Credit Points? They're nothing but a string of numbers. And my instincts tell me that an A-Rank Member of Red Earl appearing in Voer City means something is about to happen. As they say, fish in troubled waters. The more chaotic things get, the better it is for us. Have the External Affairs Department send people to Voer City and be ready to receive orders." The bald man rose and walked to the window. Beyond it was total darkness; clearly, they were somewhere in Starry Sky.

Hearing that, the subordinate immediately flattered him. "Supervisor, you're brilliant. We'll prepare on both fronts. If Red Earl's people succeed, you'll get credit. If Red Earl causes trouble, our own people can strike amid the chaos. It'll be a sure thing."

"Hehe, do you know why organizations like Red Earl have survived all these years?" the Bald Head Supervisor asked with a chuckle.

The subordinate asked in confusion, "Supervisor, what do you mean?"

"I'll tell you a story. Once, there was a city where a group of thieves robbed a bank. The bank's Supervisor cooperatively handed the money over to them. When the thieves returned home, they found they had taken five million. But the media reported that fifty million had been stolen from the bank, and when the thieves were arrested, they all died."

Hearing this, the subordinate asked thoughtfully, "You mean Red Earl's people exist to cover up certain things?"

"Hehe, what is eternal in this world? Darkness. Just like Starry Sky: though there are countless stars, darkness still occupies most of it. Stars may one day go out, but darkness endures forever."

"Your words are full of philosophy, Supervisor."

"Get to work. Tell the people watching the target to stay safe. Anzhi Clean Company isn't easy to provoke."

"Understood."

Yang Bo went to work as usual, mainly doing simple cleaning jobs. On Monday, he earned 900 points, plus his base pay of 500 points.

Not enough money. Back in his dorm, Yang Bo found himself in a dilemma.

There would be no E-Rank professional assessment for the time being. Playing games was great, but gaming was expensive, averaging more than a thousand Credit Points an hour.

Fighting monsters and Mutants caused even more damage to the mecha. The game's mechanics were simple: kill Mutated Animals, Mutants, or hostile mechas to receive rewards.

As for how much the rewards were, they came in two types. One was a fixed reward, with each Enemy Unit granting a set amount based on its rank. The rest depended on an evaluation of the spoils.

Could those Mutated Creatures be materials for making Gene Serum?

Were the Variants among the Enemy Units another kind of Gene Evolver?

And what exactly were Enemy Mechas?

While soaking in the bath, Yang Bo depleted the "force" in his body, still using his palms to heat the water.

Yang Bo still had no idea what this "force" in his body actually was. It could be converted not only into electricity, but also into light energy.

After using it up, he would recharge. Once the game was over, he would recharge again.

Entering the game, he found that his mecha had already been repaired. Yang Bo hurriedly ran outside the base. Time was money.

The mecha moved by walking, and he generally wouldn't activate the Rocket Pack.

Fortunately, the roads around the base had been built. Yang Bo planned to enter the Plain, because after he had ravaged them yesterday, radar showed that the number of rats and birds around the base had dropped considerably.

The Plain was covered in grass. It resembled reeds, but was taller. The grass stood seven or eight meters high, making visibility poor even inside a mecha.

Should I set it on fire? Yang Bo looked at the grass on the Plain, where thick layers of dead leaves lay beneath it.

He acted as soon as he decided. However, Yang Bo did not act recklessly. He first surveyed the terrain and chose a higher patch of ground. Radar showed there were many rats and quite a few birds there, while the lower ground was wet or flooded. Then, like a lawn mower, the Blade Mecha used its five-meter Plasma Cutting Blade to carve a twenty-meter-wide firebreak around this high area of more than a hundred mu.

As Yang Bo cut the grass, some idle players were already taking pictures and posting them on the forum.

"Brothers, Bird-Slaying Bro is out. He's cutting grass."

"What the hell? This guy's insane. Customer service, get customer service!"

"Plasma Cutting Blade: Bird Bro, do you have any manners?"

"Haha, Bird-Slaying Bro pulls some ridiculous stunt every day."

"Tsk, tsk, this game environment is brutal. Say, why has the official team kept slacking off instead of updating the game?"

Naturally, Yang Bo had no idea anyone was filming him. This Wild Grass might have been growing for many years, with a thick layer of dead grass from the previous year beneath it.

Using the Energy Shield like a shovel, he spent twenty minutes tossing all the cut grass onto the grass in the center, then made a huge torch.

Rocket Pack ignition!

Quite a few people on the forum were curious about what Bird-Slaying Bro was doing. When they saw Yang Bo light it, they were even more bewildered.

There were thousands of rats within this hundred-plus-mu area.

The Wild Grass caught fire, and billowing smoke left even the administrators of Base 16 dumbfounded. Still, it was not particularly dangerous.

A gust of wind swept through, and the dead leaves piled beneath the grass began crackling as they burned. The scorched area resembled sugarcane fields being burned in the West back on Earth.

Dynamic Vision +1!

Flight +1!

Dynamic Vision +1!

Infrared Vision +1!

As Yang Bo felt messages appearing in his mind, he looked across the vast Plain and really wanted to set the whole thing ablaze. But after thinking it over, he decided against it.

It would be bad if the officials fined or punished him. This small area was just an experiment. If the officials ignored it... hehe! But I could use missions as an excuse to cause trouble! Yang Bo quickly thought of something else.

"Is he an idiot?"

"Tsk, tsk, he really is!" Quite a few people on the forum cursed. Yang Bo watched from the side, holding a Plasma Long Blade as he wondered whether, since the officials had made no move, he should find another patch of land.

Just then, a massive black shadow suddenly burst out of the fire and charged at Yang Bo's mecha. Yang Bo had been keeping watch on the blaze to stop birds from escaping. Seeing the black shadow, he instinctively twisted the mecha's wrist and aimed the Plasma Blade at it.

Then the screen went black! "Fuck." Yang Bo's heart sank. The repair costs for the Blade Mecha were astronomical.