Game of Destiny: This player is different

No. 186 Sailor Street, Gray Pigeon Detective Agency.

"15 per hour, 1080 per day for three people, I have to pay you nearly 30,000 in 20 days.

Add other compensation, this is far beyond my ability to bear!

No, absolutely not!"

"Boss, nowadays, it costs 20 yuan per hour to screw in the electronics factory, and 18 yuan per hour to serve dishes in the McDonald's, and there are girls to watch.

We only want 15, which is already very fair."

"How can it be the same?!

They can't even afford a plane ticket by screwing in a day, but you can buy a BBA with your one-hour salary."

"Then give me a good price. If you can accept it, we can continue. If not, we can part ways amicably."

"The price is calculated according to the commission, 50 points each time, and no compensation for the rest of the time."

"No way--

What era is it now? There are still such high slave prices.

Will the three meals a day become watermelon, fried chicken, and grape soda?

Boss, you will be hung on the street lamp and bled if you do this."

"Let it go if you don't accept it, and terminate the contract immediately."

In this gray-style two-story building, there are constant quarrels and arguments.

During the period, there are occasional noises of slapping the table, stomping the floor, and pounding the wall.

Passersby are curious about what is going on inside.

Some people want to get closer to find out, but are stopped by residents living nearby.

After learning the identity of the resident, their faces suddenly changed and they hurried away.

Although the noise has affected the normal work and rest of the neighbors, no one dares to knock on the door to stop them.

Because they know that

Even the police are unwilling to face the detective.

In other words, facing a group of exorcists who dared to confront the demons head-on.

The quarrel lasted for a whole morning before it gradually subsided.

After many negotiations, the three workers and their employer finally reached an agreement.

On the basis of the original remuneration, 50 game coins/person daily salary will be added until the end of this mission.

In addition, each commission will pay additional game coins or extraordinary props of corresponding value in proportion.

After signing a new [Finger-hooked Oath], the three workers happily clasped their fists in thanks.

And Su Mali, who was responsible for paying the money, slumped in the boss chair behind the desk.

Looking up at the ceiling, with a look of despair on his face.

He calculated in his heart how much money he would lose on this mission, and how many times he would need to sell intelligence to make it back.

Damn, this is the first time I'm doing a loss-making business.

"I didn't expect that you are actually a senior worker."

Qin Nuo hugged his hands in front of him, and his eyes couldn't help but look at Safia next to him.

"Same here, you're not bad either."

Safia replied indifferently, and used shaping magic to reassemble the broken bench.

The two smiled at each other.

They felt a sense of sympathy as "both are working people in the world".

This made Roman, who was sweeping the floor, sigh inwardly.

If it weren't for these two, I guess I could only get a cheap price.

Fortunately, fortunately.

The salary problem has been temporarily solved, so it's time to focus on the task.

Several players sat around the desk and began to analyze and discuss the newly released tasks.

"For a single-stage mission, the system gives a 20-day execution cycle.

Sure enough, after the foreign aid entered the scene, the difficulty of the mission increased exponentially."

Safia leaned back in her chair and frowned, "And we only got 20 points of reputation after completing the exorcism of Old Daly's family.

To reach 500 points, we have to complete 24 commissions of the same difficulty."

"Let alone the difficulty of the mission, it is impossible to complete the number of missions in 20 days."

Su Mali rested her elbows on the table, crossed her hands in front of her chin, and frowned in thought.

"So we must act separately, so that we can complete the requirements within the mission time limit."

Roman continued in a muffled voice.

"Action separately..."

Everyone present fell silent.

Just like the characters in a thriller always act separately for inexplicable reasons, and then die one after another, and finally suffer a group annihilation.

The script mission is roughly like this.

The reason why the system sets the limit of friendly damage shielding is to let the players cooperate sincerely and overcome difficulties together.

Including but not limited to combat coordination, intelligence exchange, mutual assistance, etc.

Just as everyone was thinking about the next action -

Clang, clang.

The sound of pots and pans colliding attracted everyone's attention.

"Uh..."

After a brief pause, Su Mali said: "Um, Brother Qin, what are you doing?"

"Cooking."

Qin Nuo answered without turning his head.

He took out an alcohol stove, disposable bowls and chopsticks, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and an orange plastic bucket from his backpack.

Roman followed the handwriting on the outer packaging of the plastic bucket and read it sentence by sentence: "Doomsday Survival... Bucket? "

"That's right,"

Qin Nuo grinned and picked up the square plastic bucket: "Don't look at this thing's small size, the emergency food stored in it is enough for one person to eat for thirty days."

As he said, he opened the lid and poured out everything inside.

Tomato soup, Japanese teriyaki rice, cheese macaroni, multi-flavored pasta, corn soup, black bean fried rice...

Plastic packaging bags printed with different food names were piled up into a small mound.

Roughly estimated, there are about thirty bags.

According to the calculation that one person eats one bag per day, it is indeed enough for one month.

Qin Nuo picked up the packaging bags on the floor and explained seriously:

"I expect that the system will one day issue a long-term survival mission, so I will reserve rations in advance before each mission begins.

I didn't expect it to be used so early. "

I think you hit the jackpot by accident.

The three teammates watched silently as Qin Nuo set up the alcohol stove, put on the pan, and poured a bag of tomato soup into it.

As the flame ignited and time passed.

The emergency food slowly turned from solid to fluid, and then into liquid.

Gurgle--

Not long after, the soup rolled and boiled.

The aroma mixed with white mist, diffused and overflowed, filling the room.

For their own safety, players will not eat food from the script world.

Even this morning, the white bread and black tea served by Old Daley's family.

The players only tasted it lightly and held it in their mouths without swallowing.

After leaving, they spit it out directly from their mouths.

Be careful in everything.

Anyway, with the strong physiological functions of the players,

under the premise of ensuring that the combat capability is not greatly reduced, they can survive for two or three days without food or water.

But if it's twenty days, that's impossible.

"Did you bring food? "

Su Mali looked at the other two.

"I brought some dry food, so it should be fine if we eat sparingly."

Roman looked through his backpack and replied uncertainly.

Safiya raised her eyebrows and said proudly, "I can synthesize magic water and magic pancakes. As long as I have enough spiritual energy, I don't have to worry about food."

The implication is that if you don't have enough food, you can come to me.

The price is fair and I don't cheat anyone.