It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Chapter 724 Liu Zheng: I don't think I've done anything wrong.

I got 14 extra chances to win the prize, which isn't too bad.

This is also one of the reasons why he chose the "eight-sided die". If he had chosen top-tier items such as the "third-grade luck golden lotus seed", he would have had an abundance of chances to win.

Since he had enough to buy everything, he didn't hesitate any longer and randomly chose one of the remaining gashapon capsules.

Immediately, a purple gashapon appeared in the groove.

Liu Zheng twisted open the capsule toy, and inside was a white cowboy hat.

Name: Lucky Luke's Evil Cowboy Hat

Type: Equipment

Quality: Excellent

"Effect 1: Increases the player's luck value. The effect is positively correlated with the bad things the player has done (cannot exceed the upper limit)."

"Effect 2: When a player does a good deed, this item will cause damage to the player's head."

Effect 3: After the player defeats Lucky Luke, the item's effect will be further enhanced.

"Note: This is the cowboy hat that Lucky Luke used to wear. Because it was abandoned by its owner, it harbors resentment and is determined to make its new owner a super villain who can defeat Lucky Luke."

"Can it be taken out of the instance: Yes"

"Brother Box, is this the lucky item you put into the prize pool?"

he asked.

"That's right. How about that, isn't that generous enough?"

"The clown box said smugly."

"Generous, generous, Brother He is a true friend."

Liu Zheng nodded repeatedly.

High-quality lucky items, equipment, and even items that can be upgraded—it would be too dishonest to say that they're not generous.

"I just feel like it's not quite right for me."

He scratched his head and said.

The negative effects of effect two were not a big deal to him; his head could be damaged at will, and he would consider it a loss if he even frowned.

As for the first effect, Liu Zheng admitted that he was not a good person, but he was definitely not a bad person either.

They were born under the red flag and received education in core socialist values, so they can't be too bad.

"There are people in the Metropolis who are not suitable for this item? Don't make me laugh."

The clown sneered.

I can't speak for other places, but if you randomly pick someone on the black market to wear this hat, nine out of ten people will be able to pull off the best effect.

There was something it didn't tell Liu Zheng: it hadn't initially put this item into the prize pool. It replaced it temporarily because it was afraid he would go crazy if he wasn't satisfied with the "Chaos Club Membership Card."

"Really? Look!"

Liu Zheng placed the cowboy hat on his head, and it immediately sized to fit his head.

To be honest, after covering up his bald head, his looks improved even more.

"The effect of 'Lucky Luke's Evil Cowboy Hat' has taken effect, increasing the player's luck stat."

A system notification sounded.

"what?"

"You still say it's not suitable for you? Look at yourself in the mirror."

Just as Liu Zheng was filled with doubt, the clown box threw him a mirror.

He took the mirror and saw that his white cowboy hat had turned crimson, with blood almost dripping from the brim.

"See? You're so much more suitable for this hat. Even if I wore this hat, it might not look as good as yours."

Clown Box complained.

"That shouldn't be the case. I don't think I did anything wrong."

Liu Zheng tugged at his bangs, which were covered by his hat, resembling seaweed.

Could he actually be an antisocial personality disorder that he is unaware of?

"Have you ever killed anyone? How many have you killed?"

"The clown box asked."

"I've done it. At least a thousand, if not ten thousand, right?"

Liu Zheng thought for a moment and replied.

He has killed people, both human and non-human, alive and dead.

"Have you ever set fires? How many have you burned?"

The clown box asked again.

"I've done it. Not much, just one street, one mountain, a few floors, and some other miscellaneous buildings."

"Damn, being a delivery driver for a bloody restaurant is so awesome."

Clown Box cursed.

If it had done so much, it would have stayed in the black market until it died, unlike Liu Zheng who was still running around outside.

"What about swindling, cheating, plundering, robbery, and desecrating corpses?"

The clown box asked again.

"I haven't done any illicit sex, but as for the rest... well, life forces me to, you know what I mean by 'boxes'."

Liu Zheng gave it a look that suggested he had been through it all.

"I don't understand. You've done almost everything, how dare you still have the nerve to say you've never done anything wrong?"

The clown box questioned.

"Brother Box, have you ever heard this saying?"

He said with a serious expression.

"What?"

"I am in darkness, but my heart is drawn to the light."

Liu Zheng feigned compassion for humanity.

"I know your grandpa!"

The clown box slapped him on the head from a distance, almost knocking off his cowboy hat.

"Hurry up and smoke it, then get out of my sight as soon as you're done."

It said loudly.

"Why be so angry? Calm down, Brother He. Next time I'll bring you drinks and desserts from Bad Luck Coffee."

Liu Zheng reassured her.

"Hmph! Then hurry up and smoke too. I've made enough money today, I'm going home."

The clown grinned and said.

"Go, go, go."

He looked back at the gashapon machine and then pressed the start button.

"clatter!"

A white gashapon appeared in the groove.

Liu Zheng didn't even bother to unscrew it; he simply pulled out the last gashapon capsule.

"Clang clang clang clang!!!!"

The rousing music started, and the gashapon machine lit up with the same dazzling lights as a nightclub, its entire body vibrating in sync with the music.

"You've given us quite a bit of positive feedback."

He squinted and said.

"That's right. I added this feature later. Don't underestimate this small change; it increased my revenue by at least 20%."

"The clown box said proudly."

"I believe that."

The same applies to pay-to-win mobile games in real life; how cool the gacha effects are directly affects players' desire to draw cards.

After a full ten seconds, the gashapon machine's performance finally ended, and a colorful gashapon appeared in the slot.

Liu Zheng carefully picked up the gashapon capsule, then twisted it open. Inside was a small plastic figure with black curly hair, a red headscarf, and a machine gun in his hand.

Name: Mini Rambo

Type: Equipment

Quality: Perfect

"Effect 1: Grants players all of Little Rambo's skills, including firearms, hand-to-hand combat, driving (including but not limited to cars, tanks, helicopters, etc.), medical skills, traps, and wilderness survival."

"Effect 2: After use, Little Rambo will regain his life and obey the player's commands as long as his principles are not violated. His equipment will also play a corresponding role. The duration is half an hour, after which the item will be destroyed."

"Note: War made him, and it destroyed him."

"Can it be taken out of the instance: Yes"

"not bad."

He nodded with some satisfaction.

Effect 1 is equivalent to a large skill pack. Although these skills are all ordinary skills, they are still quite practical and should come in handy.

As for the second effect, he noticed that the description was missing the phrase "but the power is reduced proportionally".

Without this, things would be completely different. For example, the tiny grenade would have the power of a normal grenade for Little Rambo.

While the power of a normal hand grenade is not much in Metropolis, what if it were a missile or a nuclear bomb?

The main point is that you can exchange a perfect item for a good piece of equipment plus another perfect piece of equipment. The good piece of equipment is also a lucky item, so no matter how you look at it, it's a win.

"You actually managed to get a rare item, you've really lost out this time," Clown Box said jealously.

What is a unique piece?

Liu Zheng asked.

"Simply put, as long as the mini Rambo you have isn't destroyed, the gashapon machine will never produce another mini Rambo."

"Isn't this very important to people who want to collect the entire Tiny Soldier series?"

He immediately thought of it.

“That’s right. If you put this item up for auction next time, you could make a fortune if you’re lucky.”

Clown Box nodded.

"Then I'll definitely give you a share of the profits, Brother He."

Liu Zheng laughed.

"Not bad, you're really good at this, much better than a cow or a horse. Alright, you can go now. Watching you make money off my gashapon capsules is more painful than watching a cow or a horse steal my stuff."

The clown box covered its eyes with one hand and waved its other hand frantically.

"Haha, goodbye, Brother He."

He said hello and then left the Wonderful Blind Box Shop.

"Taking so long to come out, looks like you've made a lot of money!"

Oxen and horses appeared behind him like ghosts.

"No, I actually lost some money after the transaction."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

If we only consider quantity and quality, that is indeed the case.

"You'd be a fool to believe me. You think you're the type to suffer a loss?"

The cattle and horses scoffed at his statement.

Doesn't it know what kind of person this kid is?
Back then, when they had nothing, they dared to ask it for Ascension Moss. Now that they've turned their lives around, they're the ones who suffer losses.
Even someone as dense as the French plane tree wouldn't believe that.

"When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. Boss, why didn't you tell me you stole the 'Lucky Joker' card?"

Liu Zheng suddenly asked.

"Just because it says it's stolen doesn't mean it is. What if I said I picked it up from the ground? Do you believe it or me?"

The ox and horse glared at each other.

"hehe."

He rolled his eyes, his meaning clear without a word.

"Reimburse 53,000, I won't ask you for the change."

The oxen and horses were also a little guilty, so they didn't dwell on the matter and instead stretched out their hooves.

"What have you been playing that you could afford to play with 53,000? Wouldn't it be better to save that energy for breeding calves and horses?"

Liu Zheng questioned.

"You little brat, do you even know what eugenics is? You need to get yourself in good shape before you get pregnant, what if your child is as weak as you?"

While they looked down on the cattle and horses, they still managed to take advantage of the situation.

"You want to adjust your condition to come to the black market? Shouldn't you be going to see the Nile Doctor?"

"The Nile River's effects are only good for treating minor ailments like headaches and fevers; it's far from being effective for treating complex and difficult diseases."

it said.

"Alright, I'll reluctantly trust you this once. Is 53,000 enough? If not, I'll buy two more courses of treatment."

Liu Zheng took out the money and handed it to it.

"She'll be treated once a week. We'll also buy two more courses of treatment. Once she's finished, your sister-in-law can remarry immediately."

The ox and horse said irritably.

With its capabilities, its medical methods for treating difficult and complex diseases are naturally quite impressive.

"It's alright, I'll try my best to persuade your sister-in-law to remain faithful to you."

Liu Zheng comforted him.

"I'll protect your grandma's legs!"

The ox and horse kicked him out of the black market.

Back at the Bloody Restaurant, Niu Ma swindled him out of a bottle of Silver Label liquor and went to sleep contentedly.

Liu Zheng was about to play a game when Wangpai called.

"Brother Zheng, you were the one who did that thing at the Grand Theater?"

Ace asked directly.

"I killed the black swan, but the others have nothing to do with me."

He clarified.

"Huh? How did you know there was something else?"

Ace exclaimed in surprise.

"Oh? There really is something else?"

Liu Zheng was even more surprised than him.

"Yes, when Black Swan died, an audience member also died, the cause of death being the backlash of the fel energy within him. But according to our investigation, it seems that someone deliberately detonated the fel energy within him."

Ace said.

"There are even fellow travelers here. They're clinging to my boat to cross the river; they should at least give me some of their service fee."

He joked.

"Brother Zheng, stop joking. Speaking for myself, why did you want to take down Black Swan?"

Ace's tone turned serious.

"Because I have a friend who has a grudge against it."

Liu Zheng recounted the story of the big white goose and the ugly duckling.

"So there are such extraordinary creatures. I've really learned something new. But it's good that the wronged have their culprits and the debtors have been held accountable. Our leader—oh, no, I'm just afraid that you've become addicted to killing under orders and have started to have no scruples."

Ace breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, he trusted Liu Zheng, but he had no choice but to ask him directly since his superiors insisted.

If the Ministry of Public Security believes that Liu Zheng has threatened the stability of the metropolis, they will exert the pressure that a political machine should have.

Even if it's inconvenient to use the police department's manpower, who says the city hall can't hire people from the black market?
"How could that be? I'm a law-abiding citizen."

Liu Zheng adjusted his evil cowboy hat and said.

"Haha, Zheng-ge, I'll hang up now. Goodnight."

Even with the ace's high regard for him, it's hard to find anything to agree with.

"Speaking of which, it seems I haven't told Ottawa that the commission is complete yet."

Liu Zheng suddenly had an idea.

It's all Niu Ma's fault for tricking him into going to the Bizarre Blind Box Shop, where he got so caught up in opening gashapon boxes that he forgot all about it.

He took out his phone and called the white goose.

"Success?"

As soon as the call connected, the big white goose immediately asked.

"It was a success, and I brought the body back with me."

Liu Zheng replied.

"Okay, I'll come right away."

Ten seconds later, there was a knock on the door of the lounge.

He opened the door, and a large white goose wearing only a pair of shorts was standing outside.

"give it to me."

The white goose's voice was somewhat hoarse and trembling.

"it is good."

Liu Zheng took the black swan's carcass out of the headless mandarin duck pouch.

"Hahaha, it's you, it really is you. Look at those feathers, look at that neck, look at that beak, how beautiful! You can't find a single black swan in the entire metropolis that can compare to it."

The white goose gently stroked the corpse, as if it were a work of art.

"But they should have been mine, they were mine! You thief, you liar, you piece of trash who deserves to be eaten alive by maggots in hell!"

It suddenly cursed loudly, then tore the corpse into pieces and stuffed them into its mouth.

After the black swan's carcass was completely swallowed by the white goose, it turned even redder than Liu Zheng's hat.

"Are you scared?"

The white goose raised its head and asked gently.

"No, it's perfectly normal."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

If he were a white goose, he might do something even crazier.

"Okay. As long as you promise me one more thing, as long as I'm not dead, no one in the restaurant will be able to deal with you."

"It's a big white goose," the goose suddenly said.

Even restaurants.