Delta Operation: Big Red Objects Mutate

I've been here for about three months now.

“Actually, I wanted to sell it, but my dad told me to wait.” Fudge shook his head regretfully.

Fudge's answer interrupted Liu Yan's recollection.

"wait?"

“Yes!” Fudge nodded and continued:

"He told me to wait for someone who wouldn't pressure me, wouldn't look down on me for being weak, and would be willing to share equipment with me after killing someone."

"Then lend him these equipment."

"Oh, right, there's also a gun that my dad left me, and he told me to keep it no matter what."

Halfway through his sentence, Fudge suddenly remembered something, ran to a corner of the warehouse, and picked up a dusty box.

bang————

Fudge placed the box on the ground, which stirred up the accumulated dust, causing Liu Yan and Zhao Chuang to cough repeatedly.

Click———

After opening the box, Liu Yan raised an eyebrow.

"Yo, my favorite, the giant wave."

The gun stored in the box was none other than the AS Val assault rifle, nicknamed "The Tide".

Although not as well-rounded as M14, even M14 should avoid its sharp edge in close combat!

The reason is simple: when the giant wave makes its unique sound, it melts away any opponent, whether they have 5 or 6 sets of gear!

Before his time travel, Liu Yan became famous for his rampage through the Tower of Babel, relying on the Giant Wave and the Mighty Dragon!

"You like this gun too? What a coincidence, my dad said he has a friend who loves using this gun the most."

He said his former friend used this gun to kill anyone who stood in his way!

Fudge stroked the barrel of Giant Wave's gun, his face showing reminiscence and admiration.

"It is indeed a bit of a coincidence." Liu Yan looked at the giant wave in the box with a somewhat surprised expression.

After careful observation, Liu Yan realized that the modification method of this Giant Wave was exactly the same as his own!

Even the grip position and stock height are exactly the same as the precision version in the game.

However, in his memory, Liu Yan did not have any friends whose surname was "Fu".

"How did your father die?" Zhao Chuang suddenly asked, interrupting the two of them.

"How the hell do you talk like that?" Fudge said, somewhat annoyed.

Although what the other party said is true, why does it sound so unpleasant?

Realizing he had said the wrong thing, Zhao Chuang scratched his head sheepishly.

Liu Yan spoke up in time, changing the subject of the awkward conversation.

"Alright, let's go back first. We mainly came here to fire guns, and we still need to make money later."

"Do you remember when I asked you for help on the phone?" Liu Yan looked at Fuji.

Fudge, considering Zhao Chuang was still a student, didn't bother to argue. He waved his hand and looked at Liu Yan, replying:

"I remember, but wasn't it to buy you equipment?"

Liu Yan shook his head after hearing this.

"No, that's not it. I have a bet match scheduled with someone, which is at 4 pm today."

"I want to get you in to make up the numbers. You don't need to pay anything. I'll help you two earn enough for the deposit competition in a bit."

Upon hearing the words "deposit contest," Fudge reached out and placed his hand on Liu Yan's forehead.

"He doesn't even have a fever?"

"Are you out of your mind to agree to a betting tournament? Do you know how many people go bankrupt every year because of betting tournaments?"

"And, from what you're saying, you're trying to make money right before the game? Cramming at the last minute?"

Liu Yan reluctantly lowered Fuji's hand and asked in return:

"Don't you trust my abilities?"

"Don't worry, you don't need to participate in the battle, just make up the numbers."

At this moment, Zhao Chuang quickly chimed in.

"It's okay, Chicken Bro. If you're afraid of dying, you can just leave the game running in the background."

Zhao Chuang's tone was very calm, without any hint of sarcasm.

But often, it is this calm narration that most easily evokes a sense of warmth and embarrassment.

Sure enough, Fudge's face gradually turned red.

"Screw you! Do you think that's what I care about?"

"Alright, stop talking for now." Liu Yan pushed Zhao Chuang aside.

If he were to say a few more words to me, even if he were a monk, I'd be ready to jump over the wall for Buddha.

"If you really have some deep-seated grudge against the other party, I can help you pay for the betting pool."

After calming himself down for a while, Fudge finally spoke slowly.

"But let me make this clear first: never touch betting games again! Stay away from gambling, understand?"

Hearing Fuji's words, Liu Yan felt a surge of gratitude.

The two had only known each other for less than two days, yet the other was able to help them so much.

"That's great, Chicken Bro! After the betting tournament ends, we'll split the winnings among the three of us, and you'll get your money back in full!"

Fudge carefully packed away the box containing the giant wave, preparing to put it back in its place, and turned back to ask:

"Okay, how much are you betting?"

"It's a real shame. Each person only had 200 million, and that was all the other party had left. Otherwise, we could have made a lot of money."

Liu Yan shook his head with a hint of regret.

After putting the box down, Fudge froze in place as he was about to get up.

After a while...

"Then what the hell are you waiting for? Get your money going!"

Chapter 25 Sequelae

Fudge quickly pushed the two out of the warehouse and swiftly closed the warehouse door.

"Brother Chicken, didn't you just say you were going to participate?" Zhao Chuang asked, scratching his head.

"600 million in cash, where am I supposed to get that from? I thought you students would only gamble with tens of thousands, at most a hundred thousand."

After saying that, Fudge gave Liu Yan a disgruntled look.

"It's okay, it doesn't start until 4 pm anyway, there should be enough time." Liu Yan shrugged dismissively.

It would be even better if Fudge could be brought out, so we wouldn't be in a rush.

Conversely, it simply means going into the third zone a few more times.

Seemingly feeling that he had failed to fulfill his promise, Fudge said with a hint of apology:

"I'll earn whatever I can. If it's not enough, I'll sell two guns from the warehouse."

Although it was his father's keepsake, according to his father's instructions, wasn't Liu Yan also that person?

Don't put pressure on yourself, don't despise yourself for being stupid, and make money on your own.

Selling these guns for cash to help him is not out of the question.

"Although it's highly unlikely I'll need it, thank you anyway," Liu Yan said, patting Fuji on the shoulder.

"Don't mention it, we're brothers."

Fudge dismissively slapped Liu Yan's arm away.

When their eyes met, they both laughed at the same time. That's how it is between brothers; no words are needed.

Before long, the three returned to the trading area, bought their equipment, and entered Dam Zero.

...

After 3 hours.

"What kind of luck is this? Why am I getting poorer with every game?"

Liu Yan, who emerged from the portal, expressed some dissatisfaction.

During those three hours, the three of them almost always managed to escape, but the money they earned was a paltry 1 million.

For ordinary people, this is already a huge sum of money, something they wouldn't even dare to dream of!

Including the equipment brought out in the first game at Longbow Valley, and after deducting the M700 that was kept, there is still nearly 30 left.

130 million, which is a full 600 million short of the 470 million required for the deposit competition!

Liu Yan turned to look at Fuji, and asked suspiciously:

"Brother Chicken, didn't you say you were lucky?"

When something happens that science cannot explain, people often attribute it to metaphysics.

This is why Liu Yan sensed something unusual.

"It's actually pretty good. The landing sites are always quite safe."

Fudge's tone clearly indicated that he was very confident in his luck.

Liu Yan helplessly covered his face.

It's definitely safe. Every game is on the edge of the world, how could it not be safe?

Every time the three of them arrived at a supply point, it was as if locusts had swept through it, leaving it completely empty!

This 100 million was only raised by Liu Yan through his powerful abilities, having killed 15 people.

Without exception, they were all equipment vouchers issued by the Operations Company, plus some junk and miscellaneous items from their backpacks.

Perhaps, my first time teaming up with Fudge wasn't due to good luck, but rather bad luck!

Looking back now, that round was clearly a high-pressure situation, with four sets of equipment everywhere and three sets being worse than dogs.

At this moment, Zhao Chuang asked worriedly from the side:

"Brother Yan, what should we do? Should I go home and sell the house now?"

It's already past 1 p.m., and there are only 3 hours left before the deposit competition starts.

If I can't pay by the agreed time, and the other party makes a big fuss about it at school, wouldn't that be incredibly embarrassing?

He himself was alright, but the image that Brother Yan had just built up was about to collapse because of it, which was what Zhao Chuang could not accept the most.

"Let's go buy equipment, then head to the classified area."

After Liu Yan finished speaking, he waved and walked towards the equipment stall not far away.

Enemies operating in secrecy are often better equipped, making evacuation much more difficult.

However, this also means that once the withdrawal is successful, the money earned is incomparable to that of the ordinary model.

"and many more!"

Upon hearing the word "classified," Fudge's expression became very serious, with a hint of fear deep in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Liu Yan turned around and frowned when he saw Fuji's condition.

"It's just a classified area, it can't be that serious, can it? We just entered a regular area, and the equipment we brought already met the requirements for classified status, didn't it?"

Liu Yan asked, puzzled.

In the game, the difference between normal and secret items, besides the drop rate, is the entry value, or the threshold.