anovelconsole Chapter 51 You Have to Consider the Owner Before Beating a Dog
Chapter 51 You Have to Consider the Owner Before Beating a Dog
Take advantage of her illness and kill her!
Upon hearing this, the eyes of the surrounding players lit up.
Exactly! Since the NPCs have no troops left, why not just push their base and dump gold? That's the most logical way to play the game!
However, Lynn looked at the group of eager players and clearly thought they were too young.
Only he knew that everyone was in the real world, not a turn-based game. It wasn't as simple as just going all in on the enemy forces.
We must correct the arrogance of these players here.
"To sweep through Bolton's mansion?"
Lynn placed his hands on the table, looked at them, and said, "Do you know who Bolton's backer is?"
The noisy players quieted down.
"You think killing a few private mercenaries will make Pearl Harbor ours?"
Lynn ruthlessly tore away the cruel veil of Treasure Island, declaring, "No matter how despicable Bolton may be, she is still the Pearl Harbor Tax Officer officially appointed by the Commission!"
He pounded the wooden table twice.
"When we kill the Blood Axe mercenary group she secretly employs, the committee considers it a local gang fight, something they wouldn't bother with. But if you storm an official residence and kill an official representative, what does that count as? That's armed rebellion!"
Lynn's gaze was like a knife, each word slashing into the player's heart:
"Once it's classified as a rebellion, the committee's solution won't be these infantrymen with muskets. They might send in third-tier warriors or mages to quell the rebellion. What will you newbies, who can't even wear iron armor, use to defend yourselves? Are you going to take their skills with your heads?"
The entire abandoned warehouse was completely silent.
Infinite Resurrection silently put down the water glass in its hand, and the little snail also swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
The hardcore world-building immediately silenced these reckless players. They finally realized that this was not a cheap and easy game that could be mindlessly swept through.
The NPC factions here have a strict hierarchy and insurmountable class barriers.
"So we're just going to stand by and watch?" the agent couldn't help but ask.
"Of course not." Lynn's tone softened a bit as she revealed the real solution. "If we can't just rob her outright, we'll let the committee execute her legally. I saw it at the old docks that day; Bolton was withholding heavy taxes that should have been paid to the committee from the money he used to hire the army. Once we get evidence of her falsifying accounts, in the committee's eyes, she'll be a traitor who stole the committee's property."
Just as Lynn was planning the battle for the players, a familiar face arrived at the new Pearl Harbor docks: Old One-Eyed, the underground emperor of the black market.
"Mr. Lynn, your performance during the day was truly remarkable," the one-eyed old man said, removing his hat as he entered.
"Let's get down to business." Lynn sat on the sofa, making no move to pour him tea.
The one-eyed old man wasn't embarrassed at all and went straight to the point: "I know you're in trouble right now. With hundreds of laborers to feed, plus your group of brave warriors, Pearl Harbor's food reserves are probably running low. I can use the black market to provide you with a batch of nutritional paste and aged grain to last you through the initial period."
Lynn's eyes flickered slightly: "What are the conditions?"
"Great." The one-eyed old man chuckled, tentatively holding up four fingers. "I demand that the profit sharing of the future Pearl Harbor trade route be increased from the originally agreed 30/70 split to 40/60. I'll take 40%."
This is a calculated move to inflate prices; he's taking advantage of Lynn's current predicament of being choked by food shortages.
However, the bargaining that Old One-Eyed had anticipated did not occur.
"make a deal."
Lynn agreed without even blinking. Profit sharing was a matter for later; if he couldn't get past this hurdle, even 90% wouldn't be enough.
He knew better than anyone how weak the new dock was. The daily calorie consumption of the hundreds of indigenous people doing heavy manual labor was astronomical. Add to that the players, who needed to eat like crazy to recover their strength after work, and the camp would be in chaos due to food shortages in three days at most.
Faced with the real pressure of survival, the promise of future profits is worthless.
make a deal?
Now it was the old one-eyed man's turn to be stunned.
He looked at the young man before him and was shocked. To be able to unhesitatingly give up 10% of the profits at this moment, just to gain time for stable development, this vision and courage made him more afraid than the ambush during the day.
"You are a man destined for great things."
The old one-eyed man abandoned his merchant cunning, his expression turning solemn. He knew he was now completely bound to this ship.
To ensure Lynn's ultimate victory, he decided to reciprocate by providing a crucial intelligence tip.
"Now that we're deep partners, I'll give you a free message."
The old one-eyed man lowered his voice: "Bolton's real ledgers are kept by her chief financial officer. That fat man is inherently suspicious, and the mansion is heavily guarded. You can't possibly force your way in."
"But he has a fatal weakness," the old one-eyed man sneered. "In the upper town, he keeps a brothel madam called Pink Neon. Every few days, he goes there to spend the night. It's the only place where he takes off his bulletproof vest and lets his guard down."
Lynn's eyes narrowed slightly: "How do you know all this?"
"Having been here for so many years, I do have some tricks up my sleeve." The one-eyed old man smiled, his eyes narrowing...
After seeing off Old One-Eye, Lynn immediately gathered the players who were waiting outside.
He opened the system panel, converted the information he had just received into a brand new questline, and posted it on the left-hand emblem of all core players.
[Mission Initiated: The Pearl Harbor Heist]
[Mission Objective: Infiltrate the pink neon lights of the brothel in the red-light district, capture Bolton's treasurer, and secretly bring him back to camp for interrogation to obtain the location of the ledgers and the vault key.]
[Mission Requirements: This mission is extremely dangerous and requires exceptional disguise and social skills. It can only be carried out solo or in pairs.]
Looking at the task description on the panel, the players who were just frustrated about not being able to easily push through the BOSS's lair looked at each other in bewilderment.
You can visit brothels in a game? And then arrest and interrogate people?
The shift in tone was so sudden that no one dared to respond for a moment.
After all, he was Bolton's chief financial officer, and he must have had bodyguards around him. Kidnapping someone on someone else's turf is even more difficult than a frontal battle.
Just then, that familiar man appeared in the crowd.
He shoved aside the endless resurrection in front of him, strode out, straightened his clothes, and a wicked Dragon King smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"Boss, stop looking!"
The agent patted his chest, his tone full of confidence and certainty: "This kind of dirty and arduous work, deep behind enemy lines, where the odds are against me, is perfect for me!"
The surrounding players immediately cast disdainful glances at him.
What do you mean by "nine deaths and one life"? This guy is clearly just after the mission location being the red-light district. He wants to use the guise of doing the main quest to experience the full-fledged nightlife!