The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?!-Chapter 1148 - 720: Liu Zheng: I Don’t Think I’ve Ever Done Anything Bad, Though..._2

Chapter 1148: Chapter 720: Liu Zheng: I Don’t Think I’ve Ever Done Anything Bad, Though..._2

After a full ten seconds, the performance of the gachapon machine finally ended, and a colorful capsule appeared in the groove.

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

"Name: Little Rambo"

"Type: Equipment"

"Quality: Perfect"

"Effect One: Allows the player to acquire all the skills owned by Little Rambo, including firearms, fighting, driving (including but not limited to cars, tanks, helicopters, etc.), medical skills, traps, and wilderness survival."

"Effect Two: After use, Little Rambo will regain life and obey the player’s command as long as it doesn’t violate his principles. The equipment on him will also have corresponding effects. Duration is half an hour, after which the item will be destroyed."

"Note: He was created by war, and it also destroyed him."

"Can Be Taken Out Of Instance: Yes"

"Not bad."

He nodded with satisfaction.

Effect One is equivalent to a large skill package. Although these are ordinary skills, they are still quite useful and should come in handy.

As for Effect Two, he noticed that the description lacked a line "but the power is proportionately reduced."

Missing this line makes a big difference. For example, a small grenade given to Little Rambo would have the power of a regular grenade.

Although the power of a regular grenade is nothing much in the Metropolis, what if it’s replaced with a missile or nuclear bomb?

Primarily, exchanging one Perfect item for an excellent equipment and a Perfect equipment is a gain in any calculation.

"Can’t believe you drew a unique item, such a big loss!"

Clown Box said jealously.

"What’s a unique item?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Simply put, as long as the Little Rambo in your hand isn’t destroyed, the gachapon machine will never produce another Little Rambo."

"So isn’t mine very important to those trying to collect the series of Little Soldiers?"

He immediately thought.

"Exactly. At the next auction, if you put this item up for sale and get lucky, you can make a lot of money."

Clown Box nodded.

"Then I’ll definitely give you dividends, Brother He, when the time comes."

Liu Zheng laughed.

"Not bad, you kid indeed have learned the ropes, much better than Niu Ma. Alright, you can go now. Watching you profit from my capsule is more painful than watching Niu Ma steal my stuff."

Clown Box covered one eye with a hand and waved the other frantically.

"Haha, goodbye, Brother He."

He waved and left the Fun Blind Box House.

"You’ve been in there for so long, looks like you made a lot, huh?"

Niu Ma appeared behind him like a ghost.

"No, I lost a little in the transaction."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

It’s true if just calculating the quantity and quality.

"You must be kidding. You’re not one to take losses, are you?"

Niu Ma scoffed at his claim.

Doesn’t it know this guy’s true nature?

Back when he had nothing, he dared to ask it for Heavenly Moss, but now that he’s on his feet, he’d actually take a loss?

Even a blockhead like a French Plane Tree wouldn’t believe it.

"Sometimes you have to keep your head down. Why didn’t you tell me the ’Lucky Clown Card’ was stolen by you?"

Liu Zheng suddenly asked.

"Just because it says it’s stolen means it’s stolen? I could claim I found it on the ground, do you believe it or me?"

Niu Ma said with eyes wide open.

"Hehe."

He rolled his eyes, leaving more unsaid.

"Reimburse me 53,000, I’ll let you keep the change."

Niu Ma, somewhat guilty, chose not to dwell on it and extended its hoof.

"What did you do to blow 53,000? Wouldn’t it be better to preserve the energy for some little Niu Mas?"

Liu Zheng questioned.

"You little snot, do you know what prenatal care is? Don’t you need to adjust your condition well before pregnancy? What if the kids are as weak as you?"

Niu Ma scorned, still managing to get some advantage.

"You’re adjusting your condition in the Black Market? Shouldn’t you see Doctor Nile?"

"That Nile guy can only treat minor ailments, far from handling serious conditions."

It replied.

"Alright, I’ll reluctantly believe you. Is 53,000 enough? If not, why not get two more treatments."

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

"Once a week is enough. Get two more treatments and your sister-in-law might have to remarry directly."

Niu Ma said, annoyed.

With its strength, whatever can treat its serious conditions must be quite intense.

"No worries, I’ll try convincing your sister-in-law to remain faithful."

Liu Zheng consoled.

"Faithful? My ass!"

Niu Ma kicked him out of the Black Market.

Back at the Bloody Restaurant, after Niu Ma tricked him out of a bottle of Silver Label, it went to bed contentedly.

Liu Zheng was just about to play a game when Ace called.

"Brother Zheng, was the theater incident your doing?"

Ace asked straightforwardly.

"I killed the Black Swan, but the rest has nothing to do with me."

He clarified.

"Oh, how did you know there was something else?"

Ace said, surprised.

"Huh? There really was something else?"

Liu Zheng was even more surprised.

"Yes, when the Black Swan died, an audience member also died, the cause was energy backlash within him. But according to our investigation, someone likely triggered it."

Ace explained.

"There’s another colleague? Sneaking on my boat to cross the river, they should share part of their commission with me."

He joked.

"Brother Zheng, stop joking. Personally, I want to ask why you killed the Black Swan?"

Ace’s tone became serious.

"Because a friend of mine had a grudge against it."

Liu Zheng told the story of the Big White Goose and the Ugly Duckling.

"So there are extraordinary creatures like that, truly eye-opening. Revenge is personal business, no problem. Our superiors, ah no, let me just say, we worry you might get addicted to killing under orders and have no boundaries."

Ace sighed in relief.

Of course, he believed in Liu Zheng, but he had to ask due to higher-ups’ pressure.

If the Security Department deems Liu Zheng a threat to the Metropolis’s stability, they might use their political power.

Even if it’s not convenient to use their personnel, who says City Hall can’t hire Black Market operatives?

"How could it be? I’m a law-abiding citizen."

Liu Zheng adjusted his evil cowboy hat and said.

"Haha, I’ll hang up now, Brother Zheng, good night."

Even with Ace’s admiration for him, he couldn’t voice agreement.

"Speaking of which, I haven’t informed Ottawa that the mission is complete."

Liu Zheng suddenly remembered.

Damn Niu Ma for dragging him to the Fun Blind Box House, making him forget due to the capsule excitement.

He took out his phone and called the Big White Goose.

"Did you succeed?"

As soon as the call connected, the Big White Goose asked.

"Yes, and I brought back the body too." 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Liu Zheng replied.

"Great, I’ll be right there."

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

He opened the door to find the Big White Goose standing outside in just boxer shorts.

"Give it to me."

The Big White Goose’s voice was hoarse, and slightly trembling.

"Alright."

Liu Zheng took the Black Swan’s corpse out of the Headless Mandarin Duck Pouch.

"Hahaha, it’s you, it really is you. Look at these feathers, look at this neck, look at this beak, how beautiful, you couldn’t find another Black Swan that could compare throughout the Metropolis."

The Big White Goose carefully caressed the body as if it were a piece of art.

"But they should have been mine, mine! You thief, you liar, you scum that should be hollowed out by maggots in Hell!"

It suddenly cursed loudly, then tore the body to pieces, stuffing it into its mouth piece by piece.

After consuming the entire Black Swan corpse, it turned redder than Liu Zheng’s hat.

"Scared?"

The Big White Goose raised its head and asked gently.

"No, quite normal."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

If he were the Big White Goose, he might have done something even crazier.

"Good. As long as you agree to one more thing for me, as long as I’m alive, no one in the restaurant can touch you."

The Big White Goose suddenly said.

"Even the restaurant itself."