Delta Operation: Big Red Objects Mutate

"Is there even a question? He's probably gone senile."

The group looked at the foreigner who was rambling incoherently.

It was the man whose skull was blown apart by Zhao Chuang's punch.

"I also got shot in the head, but it seems okay. I just forgot some things from when I was a kid."

"I can't feel my left leg anymore."

"Damn it, who are those two people just now?"

"Looks like we've really messed up this time."

"I told you, we must act cautiously and not be careless!"

John's voice reached everyone's ears.

Because his spine was broken by Zhao Chuang, John, who had been rescued, was now lying on the ground, completely unable to move.

Everyone looked at John lying on the ground with disdain.

"Hmph, cautious? Careless? If your tactics hadn't been flawed, would we be in this situation?"

"With so many of us, as long as we stay in one place and all our firepower is directed at the same spot, there's no way those two can survive!"

"You're a useless person now, so don't even think about telling us what to do."

"Every time you succeed, it's because your tactics worked; every time you fail, it's because we didn't follow orders. We've been unhappy with you for a long time!"

"Damn it, that damned cabinet!"

After saying that, the group even spat at John a few times before turning and leaving together.

Of the group, apart from the one who was already rambling incoherently, John's aftereffects were the most severe.

For them, this was a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

John lay on his back on the cold ground, his face expressionless.

The shouts of rescue teams from various countries rose and fell, and the personnel discussed their own aftereffects in hushed tones.

"A bunch of idiots..."

John sighed helplessly. At first, when the merger was first established, he realized that this might be a sign.

Perhaps in the future, this area will expand, and it's even possible that the operational area will be completely opened up.

This is the perfect time to invite heroes from all over the world.

Building a team that you can command at will gives you absolute control.

At that time, all resources within the operational area will be under their control.

At that point, those who didn't join at the beginning will either be forced to join or die in this snowballing pattern.

But after all this time, there's only one person who truly understands and trusts him.

"Why am I Black?"

John couldn't understand why they had gone to such lengths and effort to assemble a team.

But in the end, just because he was Black, he began to be ostracized.

Suddenly, John caught a glimpse of a pair of familiar brown cowboy boots out of the corner of his eye.

The man spoke with a playful tone:

"After waiting for so long without hearing from you, I guessed something must have happened to you."

"Judging from this, his spine was broken?"

John replied irritably:

"Stop making fun of me, Triss, carry him back first."

Triss remained unmoved and sat down next to John.

“I told you a long time ago that your idea is difficult to realize, and you’ve seen that over the past few days.”

“Those perverts won’t listen to your commands; they only care about low-level pleasures.”

John blinked and whispered:

"I've said it many times: everyone has their own role to play."

There is no such thing as true waste, only how to use it.

"Even this group of perverts has given me quite a bit of insight."

"They've killed a lot of people these past few days; they have a habit of pulling down other people's pants."

Upon hearing this, Triss scoffed disdainfully.

"So what? How can this be used?"

"Let me finish. The day before yesterday, after they pulled down a man's pants, I saw a Hormel terracotta figurine in that man's underwear."

Triss was completely baffled and speechless, but still gestured for John to continue.

"I was thinking, why is it placed there? Won't it be uncomfortable? And will it affect my movement?"

"But every action must have its reason."

"With this idea in mind, I gave it a try, and guess what I discovered?"

Triss smiled and said:

"And then you found out it would be really uncomfortable, right?"

John lowered his voice and spoke in a deep tone:

"Right now, my quantum storage is right here in my crotch. If you don't believe me, you can check it when you get back."

Just as Triss was about to retort, he suddenly swallowed his words and looked at John with a shocked expression.

"you sure?"

John had just died, and it's common sense that when someone dies, all their belongings are dropped.

Now he says his quantum storage is in his crotch. What does that mean?

"That's right. No matter what it is, as long as it's in your crotch, you can take it out even if you die."

"These are my takeaways from the past few days."

"Take me back. ECMO is in my quantum storage. This feeling of being unable to move is too uncomfortable."

It was only when John spoke that Triss recovered from his shock.

After struggling to lift John onto his back, Triss strode away from the entrance to Bakshi.

"So what do you plan to do now? Do you still need those people?"

On the way, Triss asked a question.

"Use it, why not use it? Everyone has their merits."

"However, I still want to recruit some people from the Xia Kingdom."

"Most of them are much better at teamwork than people from our country."

"And do you know what I admire most about them?"

Triss shook his head, and John continued:

"I would rather die than surrender."

“These past few days, no matter what threats I've made, they just won't join.”

Even when the entire team had their spines shattered, they just kept staring at me.

"To be honest, that look in my eyes really fascinates me."

"Unfortunately, such a person cannot be used, and will surely become a great threat in the future."

"Therefore, we can only eliminate them little by little, and that requires the help of those perverts."

"Also, please ask around for me recently if anyone has a smoothbore gun; I can trade it for a resuscitation ventilator."

Hearing this, Tris stopped and frowned as he spoke:

"Are you crazy? We just got this resuscitation ventilator yesterday, it's like a life! You're going to trade it for a smoothbore gun?"

John was carried on Triss's shoulder, squinting at the ground.

"A ventilator can save your own life, while a musket can kill someone else."

"Although this deal does seem like a bad one, there is one person I care about very much and have no choice but to kill."

"Would you be willing to waste a resurrection opportunity to kill someone? Who is that person?"

“An agent from the Xia Kingdom.”

"Chen Yu, nicknamed Warden."

Chapter 116 Monopoly

After evacuating, Liu Yan and his two companions did not linger and went straight to the old man's recycling stall.

Liu Yan took out all his equipment below level 5, along with miscellaneous items, and some unusable guns and accessories, and dumped them in front of the recycling stall.

With that one dump, the entire recycling stall was almost completely submerged.

"Hurry up, this is one of our stall's biggest customers!" The old man quickly waved his hand, signaling the people behind him to come and help.

Several young people ran forward, preparing to check the equipment, when they saw Liu Yan and his two companions.

"The God of Words!? Zhao Chuang!?"

"Holy crap, it's Yan Shen! I can't believe I ran into him here!"

"I was actually planning to resign! But if Yan Shen comes here often, then I won't leave!"

Liu Yan and Zhao Chuang were taken aback. After a moment of scrutiny, they still did not recognize the people in front of them.

But upon hearing the title "Yan Shen," Liu Yan roughly knew that it was a classmate from his previous school, but not from his own class.

Then, a cute girl with big eyes walked out from behind the old man, and this time Liu Yan recognized her.

"Grandpa, so the big client you were talking about is Yan Shen!"

The old man was stunned after hearing this.

"You know him?"

The big-eyed cutie replied matter-of-factly:

"Of course, he and I are classmates, and in our school, I'm the only one who has achieved the feat of killing the God of Words!"

"As expected of the God of Words, all these equipment must be worth tens of millions."

"Grandpa, we're going to make a killing!"

Liu Yan coughed awkwardly twice.

"Nonsense! I've been working with him for so long based on integrity, not on any 'making a quick buck'!"

The old man quickly glared at his granddaughter.

"I'm in a hurry, so I won't catch up with you all."

"I'll leave these to you. Another batch will arrive in about half an hour."

After saying that, Liu Yan led Zhao Chuang and Fuji to continue towards Bakshi.

After the group of foreigners who committed the crimes were gone, what remained was a small group of five or six people, which posed no threat to the three.

The three of them also became more violent in their fighting style.

No matter where Liu Yan was at the start, he would use his propulsion device to fly into the Tower of Babel and give the team that pulled the lever to open the gate a surprise.

Zhao Chuang and Fuji were driving a tank around aimlessly on the outskirts.

As long as there are people, Fudge will fire three shots at them.

If anyone hides in the alley or inside the Royal Museum, Zhao Chuang will use the effects of the gazelle and the fossil to rush in and kill them instantly.