Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

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What qualifies as "good to use"?

The driver countered with a question.

"Can a single shot kill cattle and horses?"

Liu Zheng thought for a moment and then said.

"Only one is available."

How much is that one?

he asked quickly.

Driving a tank that can blast cattle and horses to death, you can basically roam the streets with impunity.

"At least 200,000."

the driver said.

"Um, could you make it cheaper?"

With 200,000, Liu Zheng could make even cattle and horses kill themselves.

The driver looked at him and shut up again.

"Hey, how come you lost your money again?"

Liu Zheng resorted to his old tricks again.

"The main expense is labor costs. The crew needs 6 people, and each person costs 3 yuan. If you can hire your own crew, you can save this expense."

The driver put the money away and said.

Subtracting 20 from 18 leaves 2, which is within an acceptable range.

"Won't the crew have any objections?"

He thought of another problem.

"No. There's no one who knows how to run a restaurant to begin with. If you need me, I'll have to find someone else."

the driver said.

Goodness, even tank crews have to be outsourced; no wonder labor costs are so high.

"Okay, I'll think of a way."

Liu Zheng nodded.

His first thought was Red Ghost; since it could summon tanks, it should be able to drive them too.

"Remember my number, call me next time you need a ride."

The driver recited a string of numbers.

"If you can get me a new uniform, I can be your private car driver for once."

He paused and then continued.

Liu Zheng looked at the driver's uniform. Although it was clean and crisp, it was indeed a bit old, with pilling in many places.

"Can't the uniform be replaced for free if it's torn?"

He hinted.

“My clothes are different from yours.”

The driver shook his head.

"What's the difference?"

"You are you, and clothes are clothes. But I..."

The driver paused, then didn't continue.

But Liu Zheng seemed to understand something as well.

"Where can I get the uniform you want?"

he asked.

"The channels are the same, only the costs are different. Okay, I've said enough."

The driver stepped on the gas, and the Chevrolet drove forward, then disappeared inch by inch.

Back at the entrance to the lounge, Liu Zheng found Ghost Hand waiting for him on the food cart.

When it saw Liu Zheng coming over, it pointed to the tentacle where he stored the gold liquid, then lay down with its back to him.

He figured this meant he should put the liquid gold back.

So Liu Zheng stretched the tentacle over the wound on the ghost hand and then carefully tilted it.

Golden lava flowed back into the golden wound, causing the ghostly hand to twitch in pain. It even grew mouths, which creaked and groaned as it bit into the steel frame.

"Does it hurt that much?"

Liu Zheng was puzzled.

Although it really hurt a lot at first, it got better afterward.

Could it be that the pain he endured was weakened by the ghost hand, but could not be maintained indefinitely, which is why it made him return the golden liquid to it?

Due to communication difficulties, Liu Zheng had no way of knowing the truth.

However, Ghost Hand helped him again, that much is certain.

He didn't know how to express his gratitude in sign language, so he mouthed "thank you" and then gave a thumbs up.

Ghost Hand turned over and saw this scene, smiled silently, and then jumped off the food cart.

Liu Zheng watched it walk into the dark delivery aisle, his mind filled with a myriad of thoughts.

Of all the people he met in the dungeon, Ghost Hand was the most mysterious.

Even with the Red Phantom, Liu Zheng could guess some of its identity and purpose.

However, Ghost Hand's identity, strength, motives, and purpose remain shrouded in mystery.

In real life, he would definitely avoid people like that.

Because if they give you three points, they'll take back ten.

But in this bizarre world, he had nothing to begin with.

So as long as Ghost Hand dares to give it, he dares to take it.

We'll just live one day at a time. As for conspiracies and grand schemes, we'll deal with them when the time comes.

Liu Zheng withdrew his gaze and entered the lounge.

"Whoo~"

The feeling of safety made him let out a long sigh of relief.

The feeling of racing in front of the green vest is too exciting. The legendary vest can only exempt him from the decline of his ideals, but it cannot exempt him from the psychological pressure.

Fortunately, Liu Zheng returned alive.

However, the cattle and horses have not yet returned.

Although it sounds strange, this violent and greedy monster is indeed part of his sense of security.

Deng!

Three long knocks suddenly sounded on the door.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

The cattle and horses have keys.

So, who is knocking on the door?

Chapter 114 Napoleon, you owe me a favor.

"Who?"

Liu Zheng asked.

A muttering sound came from outside the door.

It sounds a bit like cattle and horses, but it's too vague.

After a struggle with his conscience, he opened the door anyway.

If he could be killed by opening the door in the lounge, then he might as well die.

Thankfully, there weren't any demons or monsters outside, although the appearance of the cows and horses was quite frightening.

The skin below its head was completely peeled off, and grains of iron sand embedded themselves in its flesh and blood vessels, forming sand paintings.

There were obvious burn marks around the iron sand.

Clearly, these iron filings were injected into the cattle and horses under high temperatures.

Its head was not entirely unharmed either.

The mouths of the cattle and horses were completely nailed shut with more than twenty hooked iron nails, so that they couldn't even stick out their tongues.

"Boss, you..."

Liu Zheng said half a sentence and then fell silent.

This was the first time he had ever seen cattle and horses in such a miserable state.

Even the last time they tried to seize Vlad III and were beaten up by the kitchen staff, it was still a brutal affair.

But this time, it seemed to be a crushing defeat, even a humiliation.

The cattle and horses glanced at him, said nothing, and simply lay back down on their haystacks.

The constantly seeping blood stained the haystack red, and every blood vessel in the cattle and horses trembled with pain, yet it lay there as usual, even dozing off.

"Boss, could you call Napoleon for me?"

Liu Zheng took a deep breath and said.

The oxen and horses opened their eyes, their gazes calm.

It spat out the cell phone and painstakingly dialed a number using its horns.

"Have you been calling me too often lately?"

The sound of a white-feathered rooster rang out.

"it's me."

Liu Zheng said.

"Human, what are you trying to do now?"

"I want you to repay the favor I owe you."

He said.

"What do you want? Make it clear first, if it were Vlad III, your favor wouldn't be enough."