Just then, a team of ten appeared in his field of vision. Seven of them had barely any Spirit Energy fluctuations, clearly possessing extremely ordinary talents, yet they still held firearms and worked with the others to eliminate Mutated Beasts.
They bravely faced the possibility of death and set foot on this land. Could it be that they were doing it solely for profit?
Before the Reiki Revival, they had never chosen to become mercenaries and travel to unstable countries for profit. Why would they do so after the Reiki Revival?
Therefore, profit was definitely not the reason.
Just as Qin Tian was thinking this, a burst of noise came from the mercenary team in the distance.
"Quick, quick, quick, Old Zhao, kill her!"
"Hahahaha, brothers, we wiped them out in one go! Hearing these guns go rat-a-tat-tat is so damn satisfying!"
"This haul is huge! When we get back, we'll all get massages and soak our feet together, hahahaha."
"This real-life version is way more fun than a game, though everyone only has one life."
"Whatever, whatever. How did that saying go? Nothing ventured, nothing gained?"
"Even a slightly decent piece of Mutated Beast meat costs several thousand yuan per jin now. Killing one can keep us comfortable for days. If I die, there's still a next life, but if I don't have money, I'll regret it for the rest of this one."
"Next time, buy more grenades and artillery shells. They're expensive, but the results are obvious!"
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The group excitedly discussed their haul as they carved up their prey. Several of them vigilantly watched the surroundings, preventing Mutated Beasts from being drawn over by the scent of blood.
Qin Tian fell silent after hearing their words.
Reality seemed to be a little different from what he had