Chapter 31: What do you think I'm up to?

"Hmph, as expected, he didn't return with them. That kid is still in the settlement space; you guys in the Anomalous Affairs Bureau really made a profit," Tu Xingsun said with a sarcastic, mocking sneer.

Beside him, Shi Gandang countered with a question: "How much do you think he scooped up?"

Their memories naturally only extended to the moment they were crushed into watermelon juice by Principal Wang. They knew nothing of the subsequent events after school.

"Regardless of the upper limit, he at least has one piece of common equipment. If he's lucky, maybe even a decent piece of fine equipment," Qing He Yi Kan said nonchalantly.

But her tone was filled with resentment. As the first person to be eliminated, her heart was naturally filled with countless frustrations and anger. She had clearly been the player closest to the truth at the very beginning! She had understood the matters of the "Little Black Room" before anyone else, yet she ended up returning empty-handed. Who could accept that?

The three of them were currently guarding the flowerbeds near the teaching building; any new movement anywhere would be detected by them immediately.

Baili Dao stood at the school gate, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, watching them expressionlessly.

*Swish—*

In the next second, a tree on the outermost edge of the campus shook violently, as if something had landed on it. The three exchanged glances and immediately rushed toward it.

From a distance, they saw that pitch-black bulletproof vest, along with the clattering sounds of strange items like a peach wood sword, a crucifix, and garlic clashing against each other at his waist.

The Widow! It was him!

"Hehehe, kid, you—"

*Click—*

Tu Xingsun's wicked laugh froze on his face.

The strange sound just now was the sound of the other party drawing a metallic, gleaming object from his lower back, disengaging the safety, and chambering a round, aiming it directly at his head.

"Laugh. Why aren't you laughing anymore?"

"Were you just born without a sense of humor?"

"Or is it that you can't laugh after seeing my old friend—the Eagle Nation's Smith & Wesson M1911?"

Wu Wang approached them step by step with an even more obnoxious grin, leaving everyone feeling a chill down their spines and drenched in cold sweat.

It was true that they were higher-level players and possessed more props and equipment. But this was a damn handgun!

Spirit Disaster players were not gods. They were still flesh and blood; as long as they were carbon-based organisms, they could not ignore the power of firearms. Even if a Spirit Disaster player truly reached the level of being able to tank bullets with their physical body, it certainly wouldn't be someone as pathetic as them at levels five or six.

"Calm down! Brother Wang, calm down!"

Baili Dao jumped out from the side to stand between them, the cigarette in his mouth already half-burned.

To this, Wu Wang merely raised an eyebrow: "What? Are you tempted too? Planning to join them?"

At those words, the others shook their heads repeatedly. Especially Tu Xingsun, who was being held at gunpoint, his lips moved rapidly: "No, no, no, it's a misunderstanding, brother. We won't touch you. After all, the Anomalous Affairs Bureau is backing you now."

As he spoke, he raised his hands into Wu Wang's line of sight to prove he had no ill intentions. The other two did the same.

This bizarre behavior left Wu Wang, who had been prepared to start a massacre, somewhat bewildered. He turned his gaze to Baili Dao and asked, "Buddy, what's going on? Did you give them aphrodisiacs? Why are they talking nonsense?"

*Is there any necessary connection between aphrodisiacs and talking nonsense?!*

Hearing this familiar teasing, Baili Dao threw his cigarette to the ground, stomped it out, and spoke: "I told them that you are already an unregistered reserve member of the Anomalous Affairs Bureau. If they attack you, it would be equivalent to provoking the Bureau. The consequence would be being wanted; at the very least, they wouldn't be able to survive in this country anymore."

"They aren't going to offend the Bureau just for a piece of common equipment."

This reason made Wu Wang laugh. He rubbed his temples and countered, "Do I look like an idiot? Or do they look like idiots? Does anyone actually believe such a makeshift excuse?"

Even a fool could see that he had no connection to the Bureau. Otherwise, Baili Dao would have teamed up with him to clear the stage from the very beginning. This kind of excuse wouldn't even fool a child, right?

"No, once you sign this, the reason becomes true." Baili Dao flicked his wrist, and a contract appeared out of thin air, with a simple, unadorned image of a sharp sword faintly engraved upon it.

【Temporary Worker Contract】 【A document with strong binding effects. Both parties involved in the transaction are prohibited from violating the contents of the contract; otherwise, the Spirit Disaster game will erase the player's account.】

Wu Wang opened it expressionlessly. The contents were very detailed, basically outlining the responsibilities both parties needed to fulfill when the Bureau recruited free players.

But as he flipped through it, his expression turned to confusion. In the middle of the contract—there was a plain piece of white paper, a piece of paper with absolutely no information on it.

At the same time, a message popped up in his field of vision—【Baili Dao #100100 requests to add you as a friend】.

【Accept】

Wu Wang chose to accept it without a trace of emotion. He wanted to see what Baili Dao was up to!

"Brother Wang, I'm sorry. I had no choice but to resort to this trick. Pretend to sign the contract, but actually write your signature on the blank paper. Just make it look real enough to fool them."

"I don't want to take advantage of your situation to force you into the Bureau. Of course, if you have the desire, we warmly welcome you."

"By the way, you should know that our country has very strict controls on firearm possession, right? Players in the Bureau can carry firearms legally."

The moment he accepted the friend request, Baili Dao's message popped up in the chat box. Unless a player chose to make their information panel public, others would definitely not be able to see it. Therefore, their conversation was completely secure; the three people nearby had no idea. They could only see Wu Wang thinking.

To be honest, Wu Wang really hadn't expected Baili Dao to go this far. His method was, in a sense, quite ingenious. On one hand, it defused the crisis; on the other, it showed a magnanimous and non-coercive attitude, making him feel favorable toward the Bureau.

Who would have thought Baili Dao was selling "official employment"!

If Wu Wang were an ordinary player, he might have actually chosen to join the Bureau with tears in his eyes. Unfortunately, he was not a normal player.

"Brother Baili, I appreciate the sentiment, but I don't need the contract." Wu Wang smiled as he handed the contract back, then turned to the three free players with strange expressions. "Do you really think you can easily take me down?"

"You'd have to find out who I actually am first. You don't think this is my true face, do you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his skin began to melt. His entire physique became taller, and even the chest area of his bulletproof vest gradually swelled, nearly popping the buttons off.

Under everyone's stunned gaze, he transformed from a clean-cut youth into a beautiful young woman. Her hot figure paired with a delicate, charming face made her unforgettable at a single glance.

"Giggle, I have many more appearances for you to choose from. Which one would you like to see?" Wu Wang's movements became elegant and full of allure. Even when he laughed, he raised a hand to gently touch his luscious lips, his hips slightly tilted to outline a perfect curve in his trousers, leaving the others parched with thirst.

However, before anyone could respond, Wu Wang's entire being almost instantly merged into the night. Upon closer inspection, his skin had turned pitch black, making him look exactly like an illegal immigrant. With thick lips and short dreadlocks, his dark hand covered his mouth as he performed an impromptu beatbox, even adding, "Yo yo yo, I'm a rapper! S... Skr~"

In just ten short seconds, the visual impact he delivered was even more mind-blowing than the flashy operations in a dungeon.

"What... what is this?"

"A prop? Or an equipment effect?"

"Damn it! He never used his true face to communicate with us from the start!"

The three free players' faces became extremely aggrieved. Originally, when they saw that Wu Wang had not accepted the Bureau's invitation, they had felt a secret sense of joy. Their greatest advantage was that they had no inhibitions, and they knew Wu Wang's true face, meaning they could "dox" him at any time. Even if they couldn't snatch his things in person, they could use his friends, family, or anything precious to him as leverage later. Old foxes always have ways to deal with a novice youth.

But now, the tables had turned! His face and even his gender could be fakes, but their own faces were real! Their "doxing" attacks could not lock onto a target. Meanwhile, the opponent could hide in a crowd, change faces, investigate everything, and then hide near their homes, or even replace their friends and family.

*Not good! My driftwood!*

"Don't worry, Brother Baili. I am well aware of the firearm management regulations. Besides, how could an ordinary citizen like me get a real gun? If you don't believe me, look."

"It's all fake..."

*Sshhh—*

Just as he finished speaking, Wu Wang aimed the gun in his hand at Baili Dao and pulled the trigger. A stream of liquid shot out from the muzzle, splashing heavily onto the other man's shoe.

"Which factory made a water gun so realistic?!" Baili Dao was truly at his wit's end, laughing in exasperation.

At the same time, he also breathed a sigh of relief. Although the other party had refused to join the Bureau, his attitude clearly showed a favorable impression of them, and he wouldn't stand in opposition to them. Forget it, it didn't matter if he couldn't join. As long as he wasn't an enemy.

"I'm off! I'm going to use Moonwalk to find the One Piece! See you all later!"

With that, Wu Wang leaped high into the air. He stomped his feet again mid-air. A double jump in mid-air! Then he continued with triple jumps, quadruple jumps... His figure gradually disappeared into the distant horizon, appearing to reach a height exceeding most buildings.

Baili Dao turned back to look at the three. Just as he was about to tell them not to harbor any more thoughts of attacking, he realized only Shi Gandang and Qing He Yi Kan were left.

"Crap! That bastard actually dares!"

He suddenly looked up, focusing his eyes. 【Eagle Vision】 activated!

He just happened to see Tu Xingsun's short stature appearing beside the mid-air Wu Wang at some unknown moment, a pale blue dagger drawn with a ferocious expression. It was clearly not an ordinary knife. It was most likely some kind of equipment or prop. The quality might not be high, probably just [Inferior], but since the opponent had pulled it out now, he at least believed this thing could deal fatal damage to Wu Wang!

This damn guy really had no good intentions! Everything in his gourd was poison!

"Since I can't settle the score with you later... then I'll just kill you now! Hahaha!" Tu Xingsun laughed wantonly.

Setting aside everything else, the equipment or prop that allowed the opponent to constantly change his body and appearance was at least of the Fine grade. He could tell it wasn't an illusion, but a real change in physique and appearance! This was good stuff! He would kill him now to steal the treasure, then use that thing to hide in a crowd! It was a massive windfall!

*BANG—*

A loud bang echoed in mid-air. The smile was still hanging on Tu Xingsun's face, but a visible, penetrating wound had appeared on his forehead. He was clearly dead beyond any doubt.

"Wuhu! A Kennedy-style brain-opening!"

Wu Wang laughed happily. His right hand still held the water gun that looked like an Eagle Nation-made Smith & Wesson M1911. But his left hand, at some unknown point, held a crudely made Kalashnikov that looked more homemade than standard issue.

As for how he got this thing, Wu Wang had quite a story to tell. One could only say that before becoming a Spirit Disaster player, he had actually already made it and hidden it away; it was just much more convenient to carry now that he had a player inventory. He hadn't used it in the dungeon mainly because brute force couldn't solve the problems of High Mountain Middle School, and he hadn't had time to deal with the silencer yet—the noise was too loud and would easily make him a target in the dungeon.

"You thought I was selling medicine in my gourd?"

"What I'm selling is gunpowder!"

(End of Chapter)