Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Hehehe~"

Liu Zheng let out a sly laugh.

"Uh, bro, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with my tea?"

The old security guard asked nervously.

"Oh, it's nothing, I was just thinking about some happy things."

He stopped smiling.

"Has the safety drill been arranged?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Brother, how could I not do what I promised you? Not only will I do it, but I'll do it big."

"The manager said that our apartment will be used as a pilot project to build a brand of safe and secure apartments."

The old security guard spoke with great passion.

"So what are the conditions?"

"The conditions are, firstly, there needs to be sponsorship, which that lady has already provided. Secondly, we need your cooperation to film some promotional videos for us."

The old security guard said.

"No problem. What do you need me to do then? Do you need me to write the script for you?"

He had considered switching careers to become a screenwriter, but gave up after trying it out.

After all, writing online novels only means you don't have money, but writing screenplays not only means you don't have money, but the clients also have a lot of problems.

"No need, no need. You just need to cooperate with us and get beaten up."

The old security guard said shyly.

"why?"

"Our manager said, what could give homeowners a greater sense of security than keeping delivery drivers from bloody restaurants out?"

The old security guard said.

".OK."

What he said made perfect sense, and Liu Zheng was speechless.

He just got Red Ghost to help him get beaten up, and now he's going to help someone else get beaten up. This karma is coming too fast.

"Don't worry, brother, you're careful. You definitely won't hurt him too badly."

The old security guard offered words of comfort.

The injury must be real; there are plenty of capable people in the Metropolitan Area who can spot obvious fakes at a glance.

"No need for that. Just play however you want. I'm the one who needs to put in the effort."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

They're just a group of security guards; as long as it's not a life-or-death situation, he can handle them.

"That's great, hehe, my old buddies also want to see what the Bloody Restaurant delivery guys are capable of."

The old security guard said embarrassedly.

When will the personnel be in place?

Liu Zheng asked.

"About an hour later, our manager will have to give a pre-battle pep talk and invite a few homeowners over to watch the ceremony."

The old security guard thought for a moment and then said...

"It's too slow. Can we have them come now?"

He shook his head.

"This is a bit difficult."

The old security guard scratched his head and said.

"Hey bro, look at you, your salary dropped again. You're so careless. It's only because of me; anyone else would have hidden it for you by now."

Liu Zheng pointed to the ground and complained.

"Huh? Haha, look at me, it's true. Oh dear, I'm really forgetting things, I can't deny I'm getting old."

The old security guard couldn't stop smiling.

"What about bringing it forward?"

"This guy can only say he'll do his best. Don't worry, if it doesn't work out, I'll refund your money."

The old security guard said.

If it were someone else, once they've done the job, regardless of whether it succeeds or not, they definitely wouldn't refund the money.

But he dared not do what Liu Zheng said.

Putting aside the fact that the other party was a deliveryman from a bloody restaurant, his attitude of treating money like it's nothing was frightening enough.

"If it's about money, just say so."

Liu Zheng stopped trying to hide it.

“It’s not about the money. Our manager isn’t a bad person, he just has a strong desire for power. He’ll feel uncomfortable if you don’t let him have his way.”

The old security guard hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"A thirst for power? No matter how high his rank, can he beat the city government?"

He threw the city hall family member certificate onto the table.

"This is."

The old security guard's pupils dilated.

He was so focused on exchanging experiences that he didn't notice the silver brooch at all.

But now, he can no longer ignore it.

"I just helped my friend's brother-in-law get promoted to deputy section chief today, and it's settled."

Liu Zheng said it casually.

Congratulations!

The old security guard offered his congratulations repeatedly.

"Giving money on such a joyous occasion is a bit too much. Could you please take this dried fish to your manager so he can share in the good fortune?"

He took out a small dried fish, but instead of placing it on the table, he handed it directly to the old security guard.

"I'm a person who believes in metaphysics. Anyone who doesn't want to share in my good fortune will have their head filled with bad luck."

"Of course, we can't convey the message like that, or it would be too hurtful to him."

"Brother, you're a smart man, you should know what to say."

Liu Zheng stared into the old security guard's eyes as he spoke.

"understand."

The old security guard said repeatedly.

"Don't worry, bro. I never mistreat my own people. If that manager dares to take his anger out on you, I'll take care of him tonight."

"The fish in the river are big and ferocious; he will surely die a painful death."

He patted the old security guard on the shoulder and said.

"No, no, our manager is very understanding in critical situations. Shall I go out and give him another call?"

"Go."

Liu Zheng nodded.

"well."

The old security guard wiped non-existent cold sweat from his forehead and walked out of the security room.

Not long after, he returned with the phone.

"It's all settled. Our manager said the person will be here soon."

The old security guard said with a big smile.

"Alright. Whether those monks come or not, I'll still give the brothers bonuses. If they do come, then I'll ask the brothers to put in extra effort."

"If they're alive, the bonus will be doubled, and I'll treat the brothers to some fun at the bathhouse. If they're dead, the compensation will be tripled, and I have connections in the cemetery. Whether they're alive or dead, I'll make sure everything is taken care of for the brothers."

Liu Zheng said.

"Brother, you truly are destined for great things; your actions are always generous. Rest assured, I will definitely deliver your message."

"How about this, I'll talk to the manager again and ask him to transfer more young, hardworking people."

"My old buddies, to be honest, they have the ability, but they lack drive."

The old security guard said.

"Okay, then I'll trouble you, brother."

"Not at all, we're family."

The old security guard said with a smile.

After everything was settled, Liu Zheng left the security room and returned to the tank to wait.

After a while, a Coaster bus drove up from a distance.

As the car pulled up in front of the apartment building, a group of fully armed security guards got out.

Most of them are humanoid, and those that are not humanoid have similar body structures to humans, so they all wear uniform black uniforms.

The equipment includes a full range of protective gear such as bulletproof vests, cut-resistant gloves, gas masks, and blast shields.

In terms of weaponry, the fleet is quite well-equipped with shotguns, assault rifles, submachine guns, pistols, tear gas grenades, stun grenades, and fragmentation grenades.

Of course, the most eye-catching one was the tallest security guard in the queue.

It appears to be some kind of reptilian or half-dragon, with very obvious reptilian characteristics.

Its attire was also unusual; apart from the standard black uniform and bulletproof vest, it did not wear any other security equipment.

Instead, it wears a Roman helmet on its head and carries a Roman dagger and a Roman shield.

As the saying goes, the stranger the weapon, the faster you die. Many of the eighteen weapons only appear in historical novels, and there are reasons for that.

However, that's in the context of the physical world.

In the metropolis where Newton could turn his coffin upside down at any moment, being different means being exceptionally strong.

Otherwise, the petty squabbles from your superiors alone could crush you.

After all the security guards got out of the car, a middle-aged, overweight man wearing a white shirt tucked into his trousers slowly got out of the car.

Clearly, this person is the property manager the old security guard mentioned.

"Cough cough."

He walked up to all the security guards, then turned to face them.

"At the request of the homeowners, we have simplified the process of this performance, and all actions have only one purpose. What do you think it is?"

"I asked the property manager."

"Showcasing the strength of the property management and highlighting the professionalism of the security guards."

The security guards shouted loudly.

The voices were loud and clear, and the overall tone was uniform, which was quite uplifting.

"That's right. And I only have one requirement for you, which is to treat acting like real combat."

"No matter what unexpected situations you encounter during the process, you must treat them as real and then deal with them decisively."

"If any problems arise, the company will bail you out."