prynovel Chapter 23 Exceeding Expectations
Chapter 23 Exceeding Expectations
"Hehehe."
The agent stepped forward, grabbed the skinny man by the collar, and pinned him to the ground. Without warning, the agent grabbed the skinny man's belt with his other hand.
With a sharp tearing sound, the sound of fabric ripping echoed in the room. The skinny man's pants were roughly pulled down to his knees by the agent.
The skinny man felt a chill in his lower body and struggled as if he had been electrocuted.
"Ah! What are you doing! Let me go! You pervert! You devil!"
The skinny man let out a pig-like scream, desperately trying to pull up his pants, but the agent's knee was pressed firmly against his chest, rendering him unable to move.
The agent completely ignored his screams, his expression growing increasingly excited.
He turned his head and scratched and rubbed his hand on the fat man's throat.
Seeing his hands covered in blood, the agent didn't hesitate and smeared it on the skinny man's genitals.
A cold, sticky sensation came over him, and the skinny man's screams stopped abruptly.
His eyes widened to be bigger than copper bells, and his brain completely shut down at that moment.
it's over...
"George!"
The agent whistled a crisp whistle.
George, who was lying next to the fat man's body, immediately perked up his ears and walked over with elegant steps.
The blood on its mouth hadn't dried yet, and its white gloves were stained with crimson.
It sniffed between the skinny man's legs, smelled blood, and its cold dog nose touched the skinny man's inner thigh.
George growled excitedly, baring its canines, drool dripping from its chin onto the skinny man's lower body.
The top of the crane was eerily quiet; the low growls of the dogs sounded like a countdown to death.
The skinny man's mind flashed back to the horrific scene of the fat man having his throat bitten off.
If that terrifying bite force were to strike one's lower body, it would be far more than just death.
That's torture!
The extreme fear completely destroyed all of the skinny man's psychological defenses, and his awe and loyalty to Bolton vanished at this moment.
"No! Don't let it bite me! I surrender! I'll tell you everything!"
The skinny man's voice had completely changed, turning into a shrill scream.
With a scream, a warm, yellow liquid gushed uncontrollably from his groin, dripping down the rusty metal.
He peed himself, he was so scared he peed himself.
The agent frowned in disgust and immediately took a half step to the side, avoiding the pool of foul-smelling liquid.
"George, come back."
It didn't actually intend to bite at all; it was clearly a coordinated attack.
Upon hearing its temporary master's command, it obediently retreated to sit down at the agent's feet, tilting its head to look ahead.
It was as if the bloodthirsty, vicious dog from before wasn't itself at all.
The agent pinched his nose and kicked the skinny man, who was curled up in a ball and trembling, with his toe: "Hurry up and pull up your pants, you can't afford to pay for the damage to my boots."
The skinny man scrambled to pull up his pants, then knelt on the tin floor soaked with a mixture of urine and rainwater, frantically kowtowing to the agent: "Grandpa! Ancestor! I'll do whatever you ask! Please don't unleash the dogs!"
"It would have been so much better if you had done this sooner. You wouldn't eat the shit in heaven, but you'd bring me a bowl when there's no shit in hell."
The agent wiped the dagger back and forth on the fat man's clothes until it was almost clean, then put it back at his waist.
Then, he glanced at the fat man's lifeless body beside him, his brows furrowing slightly.
The veteran player's meticulousness led him to discover a very obvious system vulnerability.
"Wait a minute. Since it's a covert sentry post, someone above you must be checking up on them."
The agent drew his dagger again, pointing it at the corpse on the ground, and stared coldly at the skinny man. "If someone's missing by tomorrow morning and Bolton sends people to investigate, your informant will be useless. How are you going to cover that up?"
Upon hearing this, the skinny man, fearing that the devil before him would deem him useless and bring the dog over again, hurriedly and frantically explained, like beans spilling from a well:
"No way! There will absolutely be no thorough investigation! You don't know, sir, Lord Bolton is high and mighty, he doesn't care about our lives at all. The foreman in charge of the hidden sentries in the shipwreck area is a guy named Buck! That fat pig is lazy and greedy. This crane is dozens of meters high, and it's covered in rust, but he's too lazy to climb up even once a year. He's happy just to hear the bell ringing every day!"
The skinny man glanced at the fat man's corpse, gritted his teeth, and had a sudden inspiration:
"I'll push Fatty's body off the top of the tower in a minute and throw it into the toxic sea to feed the sharks! Tomorrow morning, I'll report to Buck that Fatty drank cheap rum in the middle of the night, slipped, fell into the sea, and drowned. These things happen all the time in the shipwreck area; nobody cares!"
The agent raised an eyebrow: "One person is missing, and the foreman didn't report it?"
"Report my ass!"
The skinny man sneered, as if mocking himself. "As long as it's not reported, the fat guy on the list will still be alive! Not only will Buck not send anyone to investigate, but he'll also conveniently embezzle all of the fat guy's monthly rations and wages! As long as I keep ringing the bell every day to help him keep it from Lord Bolton, he'd be happy if the fat guy stayed on the list forever!"
After hearing this, the agent paused for two seconds, then couldn't help but laugh.
Receiving a salary without working and concealing losses.
Awesome.
Isn't this just typical "don't touch the crap that runs" logic from a makeshift team? I have to say, the villains in this game are very well-developed.
"Very good, you're on the right track."
He squatted down in front of the skinny man, his voice regaining its coldness: "Listen carefully. Ring the bell on time every day. If Bolton makes any personnel changes, or sends a large force, you'll hang a red cloth on the edge of this platform."
A few dozen seconds later, at the shipwreck area camp.
Lynn, who was watching the NPCs move wood, suddenly heard a system notification.
[Ding! Bolton's sentries have been eliminated; mission exceeded expectations.]
Player "Czech Public Agent" has successfully turned a hidden sentry into a new role, establishing an early warning system for the camp. Host Lynn has received a large amount of energy points as a reward.
What the hell……
Lynn felt a surge of excitement upon hearing the system notification; what a talent!
Having just received several thousand points in system rewards, I'll give 500 credit points to the agent; it's acceptable as a way to exchange for a life.
Lynn conceived the plan, began editing the message, and quickly sent the message of mission completion to the players' emblems.
Before anyone could even process what "exceeding expectations" meant, the figures of a man and a dog slowly emerged from the thick fog.
The agent grinned crookedly and said, "Radar hacked, vision cleared and eyes inserted. Tom Cruise channeled his inner Tom Cruise, mission accomplished. Our dock can now begin operations smoothly."
Xiaoyu, who was crouching down and hugging the dog, asked in confusion, "Cleared vision? And placed wards? What does that mean?"
"They must have turned the sentries against them, right?" Lynn chimed in.
Exceeding the target simply means turning against the opposing side and eliminating more villainous units.
The agent went to the crane, presumably to turn the person against them.
Hearing the GM say this is the final word on the agent's mission.
Everyone looked at the agent with envy. Putting aside the reward of an extra life, the game experience alone was enough for this scoundrel of an agent to brag about to the heavens in the chat group.
He could write such elaborate descriptions of a female NPC back then; this mission's process will give him plenty to brag about for a while.
The most excited one upon hearing the news was the little snail. He kicked over the broken wooden crate beside him and shouted at the throng of laborers outside the door:
"We have enough materials, so get to work! Dig! Lay the foundation! Today we're going to completely turn this mudflat upside down!"
The first nail in the counterattack had already driven firmly into her eyelids without Bolton even noticing.
Lynn looked up at the outline of the Upper City hidden in the fog in the distance and involuntarily clenched his fist.