There would always be people who didn't understand plain speech, or simply didn't want to listen!
Although Wang Zhen and Zheng Zha had made themselves perfectly clear, some people still turned a deaf ear and tried to get things for free!
Their reasons were perfectly reasonable, too!
"We're all friends!" "We're all newcomers, so you should help us!" "I'm a woman, so you have to give me a gift!" "That stuff is just useless junk nobody wants. I'm doing you a favor by throwing it out for you..."
They had all kinds of excuses, and every one of them sounded completely justified. One of them even reached out to take something while he was talking!
"Ah..."
After a scream, the chattering noise vanished at once, replaced by curses and complaints...
"If you want to buy on credit, just tell me what you want! If you want it for free... get lost!" Wang Zhen stroked Little White on his shoulder and spoke expressionlessly.
The genius who'd just tried to get something for free had been bitten by Little White, which had sunk its beak into his outstretched hand and left a bloody hole.
"Big brother, get me a set of body armor and a gun. If I make it back to the God Hall you mentioned, I'll give you my reward points. If I don't, then consider it a failed investment." A teenager with a head a size larger than normal but very little hair said with a smile. He had the distinct air of someone whose clever head didn't grow hair.
"Take these. With your aptitude, I don't think my investment will go down the drain! As the first customer to kick things off, I'll throw in a little gift for free!" Wang Zhen handed him a backpack and said with a smile.
Wang Zhen didn't know the teenager's name, but if he couldn't survive this Ju-On scenario, then his name wouldn't matter anyway.
Wang Zhen could sense that this first brave customer had far greater mental strength than an ordinary person. He guessed that the teenager's unusually large head had undergone some kind of mutation.
The teenager's mental strength was even greater than Zhan Lan's had been before she died, and he also seemed to have decent emotional intelligence. So Wang Zhen didn't mind investing in him. After all, Zheng Zha and he were on such different wavelengths that they could never get along, while Zhang Jie was a shady old fox with a special identity. Even if Wang Zhen wanted to be friends with him, he wouldn't dare.
By contrast, this big-headed teenager struck him as talented. And despite his friendly smile, he seemed a little too perfect, which made it feel fake. Like a face that had been surgically enhanced: every feature looked beautiful, and the overall combination fit conventional tastes, but you could tell at a glance that it was all artificial!
Once the big-headed teenager had taken the plunge, the others started considering it too. There were certainly hardheaded adults around, but not that many! In an unfamiliar place, getting a set of weapons for self-defense was unquestionably the right choice. So what if they were expensive? They were buying on credit, after all.
A few more people came over to buy on credit, and Wang Zhen accepted them all. But unlike the big-headed teenager, none of them received a little free gift from him. Some of them weren't happy about it, but the crow had just punched a bloody, gaping hole through the hand of someone who'd tried to freeload. That was more than enough to cow these brave souls who couldn't fight their way out of a paper bag!
"I want a set of weapons too, but I don't need body armor. Get me a shotgun. Large-caliber. Otherwise, it won't have enough kick." A low, hoarse voice spoke up.
Wang Zhen looked at the average-height, ordinary-looking mixed-race man in front of him and felt his heart tighten. Not because the man was especially powerful, but because he had killed far too many people!
This average-height man had ordinary features and a cheerful-looking face, and seemed to be around thirty. In Wang Zhen's perception, a dense, overpowering stench of blood enveloped him...
The number of people he'd killed definitely surpassed Wang Zhen's!
"Don't be nervous. I'm not an assassin. I'm just a veteran with terminal cancer." Seeing Wang Zhen's expression change, the man who called himself a veteran gave a self-deprecating chuckle.
"A veteran? You don't meet many veterans with hundreds of kills to their name! Still, you're a professional too, so I'll give you a discount." Wang Zhen smiled and replied.
Wang Zhen handed the veteran a bag as well.
"Walther P99 (pistol), Domestic Type 56 Submachine Gun, Benelli M1014 (semi-automatic shotgun), PKM General-purpose Machine Gun (Soviet-made, 7.62 mm general-purpose machine gun), M-DN11 (German hand grenade, containing 3,800 steel balls)."
"You've picked an interesting assortment of weapons. They come from all over the place." The veteran couldn't help laughing when he saw the guns.
Generally speaking, it was better to use a familiar gun than a new one. Using the same firearm for a long time built familiarity. You learned all its strengths and weaknesses inside out, and could instinctively make use of its advantages while avoiding its flaws—or even turn those flaws to your advantage!
That was why professional gunmen rarely switched weapons on a whim. Most had their preferences. But the guns Wang Zhen had brought out came from all kinds of countries. An ordinary person might think he was just choosing famous brands, but the veteran could also detect the trace of bloodshed left on Wang Zhen after he'd killed.
It was a peculiar kind of understanding between people in the same line of work.
Could someone who had killed that many people really be an ordinary man?
The veteran didn't press the matter. Professionals like them, who had killed too many people, were better off not prying. It was easy to get into trouble that way.
A few more people came to buy on credit. They looked all smiles and laughs, as if there was a chance they'd skip out on their debts, but Wang Zhen didn't care at all!
They thought they could owe Wang Zhen money and never pay him back?
They were dreaming.
"Mission 1: Survive for seven days. One C-rank side mission, 2,000 reward points."
"Mission 2: Eliminate Kayako. One B-rank side mission, 5,000 reward points."
"Twenty newcomers, and this is the difficulty? Looks like they've raised Kayako from, at most, C-rank to B-rank. I have to say, the Main God really knows how to make things exciting! If we want to live, we have to kill Kayako. It's forcing everyone to fight a B-rank Kayako to the death!"
"But just like the Alien Queen in the previous scenario, Kayako should have a weakness. She can't be truly unbeatable!"
"Besides, I've prepared a huge party for Kayako. I hope everyone enjoys it!" Seeing how straightforward the two missions were, Wang Zhen remained calm and optimistic.
Zhang Jie and Zheng Zha were another matter.
Zhang Jie was still putting on an awkward act, looking unsettled and terrified, as if the moment Kayako showed up, the old man would "whoosh" and wet himself. But to Wang Zhen, his eyes showed not the slightest fluctuation. They remained dead and cold.
Zheng Zha was genuinely a little panicked!
If it were a monster like an alien—even a gigantic one like the Alien Queen—he wouldn't be afraid. If all else failed, he could unlock the Gene Lock!
That was familiar territory!
But this time, it was Kayako!
As everyone knew, she was a ghost—a malevolent ghost, and a female one at that. That made her twice as vicious!
More importantly, in the movie, she could spread her curse through videotapes!
"Now that the scenario has started, we're each on our own. Good luck surviving." Wang Zhen stood up and walked outside.
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