From Resident Evil to becoming a gacha god

Chapter 85: The Final Commission, Live Stream, Card Draw!

Torch Hotel, Doha!

The 300-meter-tall hotel stands like a giant torch in the southwest corner of the city.

On the 51st floor, Xiao Miao had just set up a live broadcast setup and two professional telescopes when Wesley behind him became restless.

"So, what exactly do you want from us?"

"Strictly speaking, I only called you, not Firefox," Xiao Miao corrected Wesley's mistake.

"Firefox and I are now the best partners, we're inseparable!" Wesley said with a smug look on his face.

A simp who licks his boots will eventually get everything! Although he hasn't gotten his hands on the meat yet, being in a good position gives him an advantage, and he believes that one day Firefox will open her heart to him.

Firefox crossed his arms and gazed into the distance, his hair flying in the strong wind on the rooftop. He seemed indifferent to Xiao Miao and Wesley's conversation, but in reality, he was secretly watching Xiao Miao's every move.

After the Brotherhood was destroyed, Firefox, now free, was determined to atone for her sins. She secretly investigated Xiao Miao, fearing that this man would become the next Sloan and bring disaster to the world.

The result was shocking; the man was far too dangerous. Upon learning that he had invited Wesley to Qatar, Firefox immediately bought him a plane ticket.

She thought Wesley was adorably naive, afraid that the big boy who was so devoted to her would be taken advantage of or have ulterior motives by Xiao Miao. If Xiao Miao really had any bad intentions, Wesley would be powerless to resist and could hide a gun in his butt the next day.

It turns out that being a simp can be rewarding; as long as you're persuasive enough, Firefox's growing interest in Wesley is the best proof of that.

Besides Wesley, Xiao Miao also called John over, which is why two professional telescopes were prepared.

He exchanged part of the bearer bonds for Destiny Points and spent the rest. Xiao Miao estimated that he could complete the last commission today, and then he could just draw the card and leave to avoid running back and forth and wasting time.

This was also the main reason he called Wesley and John over.

As for Winston, Cross, and others, their favorability ratings are not high enough, so there's absolutely no need to force a card draw under such low probability conditions. Besides, Winston also has things to do.

That old guy was very confident in himself. He not only helped him contact the TV station for free, but also seemed to have connected with several hotels in mainland China, planning to take advantage of the situation to do something big.

John seemed to sense what was about to happen and sat quietly to the side waiting, or perhaps he was too tired and needed to rest.

The alarm clock rang, the appointed time had arrived, and the Qatar Continental Hotel posted a special booking notice:

[Commission Content: Execute the current elders of the Mainland Hotel and no fewer than six members of the High Table Council]

[Bounty: $1, 0 Gold Coins]

At the same time, a prompt popped up on Xiao Miao's system interface. He immediately accepted the task and then accepted the special request from the Qatar Continent Hotel via his mobile phone.

The contents of the commission were so terrifying that after the Qatari hotel uploaded it, other hotels didn't dare to synchronize it. The mission spread to the dark web, and the assassins were instantly in an uproar.

The number of related posts on the forum increased rapidly, with one after another emerging. Most people seemed to enjoy watching the drama unfold, and many suggested that Xiao Miao start a live stream, claiming they would give away millions of dollars worth of gifts.

Xiao Miao actually turned on the global live stream. The Fate Value for task settlement was said to be linked to the impact of the commission. He didn't know the specific algorithm, but the global live stream would definitely expand his influence. As for the actual effect... doing something is better than doing nothing.

Unfortunately, apart from the United States and a certain ancient Eastern country, the live streams from other countries were instantly shut down by an invisible force as soon as they were launched.

In America, Winston and his group have made arrangements. As for China, broadcasting foreigners' embarrassing moments live is a good thing. It can enhance national cohesion and show everyone how chaotic things are outside. There's no reason to ban it.

Without saying anything, Xiao Miao slipped some more money into the account. It would be a fool not to make money when you can. Seeing that there was no big fuss, major websites like Douyin and Bilibili started to increase the streaming volume of the live stream.

The little Bilibili that will never change has stopped pretending. A live stream with only a few hundred people somehow managed to generate 300 million views. Viewers who clicked in only saw a desert and were completely confused.

"What's this?"

"A video about the desert can garner 300 million views; how much traffic did they buy?"

"It's already four hundred million."

"Chen Rui has finally gone mad? Mongolian top laner, please save her!"

"Look, isn't there something on the horizon?"

"It must be a bird, it can't be a fighter jet or a missile."

"Holy crap, it really looks like a missile!"

"666, the streamer is awesome."

"I was wrong, Chen Rui. The live stream's popularity should have been even higher. Mom, please allow us to return to base for now!"

While Chinese netizens enjoyed watching the drama unfold, the local residents of Qatar were not so happy.

hum!

The shockwave from the missile piercing through the clouds came suddenly, and several black dots fell from the sky, followed by thick white plumes of smoke.

The speed of the final dive increased instead of decreasing, and the sharp whistling sound was like the low, high whisper of death. The local residents thought they were the target and ran home frantically, covering their heads.

John, Wesley, and Firefox were stunned on the hotel rooftop.

All three were elite assassins, but their thinking was still limited to drawing guns and exchanging fire, perhaps with the addition of grenades. They could never have created such a large-scale spectacle.

It's not that we can't think of it, it's that we dare not.

Xiao Miao patted the binoculars beside him: "The best viewing spot is right here, it's a pity it's daytime now, it would definitely be more spectacular at night."

"What was that ancient poem again? 'The east wind at night releases a thousand trees of flowers, and blows down stars like rain!'"

John and Wesley swallowed hard, walked to the binoculars, and leaned over to observe. Through the eyepieces, they saw a convoy of vehicles in disarray in the vast desert.

At this moment, the Elder's Palace was in chaos. English, Chinese, Japanese, French, and African dialects were all mixed together. Everyone was speaking different languages, but the meanings were basically the same.

Elder, you have no martial ethics! You tried to deceive us and launch a sneak attack on our High Table Society!

Those who frequently get hit by missiles know that there's a simple trick to roughly determine whether a missile is heading straight for you.

If you spot a missile and see it moving, don't panic. The missile is definitely not going to hit you. The faster it moves, the farther away it will land.

If you see a missile as just a black dot and no clear trajectory, don't panic. The missile is coming for you, and panicking won't help because you basically can't escape. Just do whatever you want.

The members of the High Table were well aware of this; they understood that the missiles were aimed at them, which is why they became even more hysterical.

Faced with the accusations from the High Table members, the elder sitting cross-legged in the main seat was also helpless. Subjectively, he did not want to die, but subjective will was not on his side.

Rumble!

The first missile crashed to the ground, and flames instantly surged, engulfing everything around it. The shockwave pushed the sandstorms outward, and the High Table members who had just gotten into their cars to escape were thrown into the air.

Then came the second, the third, the fourth... The wailing was completely drowned out by the continuous roar, the sand sea churned, and flames soared into the sky.

The sturdy bulletproof car was no match for the barrage of missiles, just like a child's toy car that was accidentally stepped on and crushed by a passing adult.

The atmosphere in the two live streams also became polarized. American netizens, seeing the situation was not good, fled one after another, afraid of getting into trouble. Some clever ones turned around and rushed into the stock market, and military-related stocks saw particularly rapid growth!

Chinese netizens are as happy as if it were Chinese New Year. The missiles didn't hit the city; those people in the desert are obviously no good. It's a typical capitalist gathering. Good riddance! And that's not enough, more missiles, more missiles!

As if hearing the voices of Chinese netizens, the roar of the sky resounded once more, and fighter jets formed formations, dropping high-yield bombs on the bombing sites.

Towering flames shot straight into the sky, and hot winds blew into the city, but John and his companions on the hotel's rooftop felt their hands and feet were ice-cold.

In the face of a well-organized army, individual bravery is completely insignificant!

If Xiao Miao knew what John and the others were thinking, he would definitely scoff. Of course, the fault wasn't theirs, but the world's; such matters need to be analyzed on a case-by-case basis.

"John, how are you feeling?" Xiao Miao casually turned off the live stream sound, held up her binoculars, and asked as she looked through them.

John took a deep breath, and after regaining his composure, slowly nodded: "I don't know how to put it, but it's very good!"

He had already retired, but by a twist of fate, he returned to the Mainland Hotel and was forced by a blood pact to ultimately stand on the opposite side of the High Table. Naturally, he was filled with anger.

Watching the High Table members being bombed to pieces, John's anger dissipated as each life was lost.

The Fate Dice have sent a message indicating a change:

[Character: John Wick]

[Current Synergy: Level 4]

[Draw Cost: 60 Fate Points]

Xiao Miao nodded secretly.

Getting it right!

He couldn't help but glance at Wesley beside him; Wesley's favorability rating was still at level 3 and couldn't be raised at all.

What a clueless kid!

Xiao Miao rubbed his hands together in his mind, ready to slap John!

600 Fate Points disappeared, and the Fate Dice started spinning. On the first 10-pull, as usual, I drew 9 junk cards and John Wick's character card.

[Character Card: John Wick (Mainland Hotel Assassin, nicknamed Baba Yaga, proficient in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Karate, Israeli Krav Maga, and Mozambican shooting, extremely resilient!!!)]

Xiao Miao remained expressionless. The items he drew were all within his expectations. With a thought, he poured another 600 Fate Points into the Fate Dice.

A golden light suddenly appeared, and Xiao Miao's breathing became rapid.

Withdrawal!

What incredible luck!