By the ti the severely injured walked out of the basent, an hour had passed.
Originally, Big Head should have gone in to lie down as well, but he wanted to replace his right hand directly after getting the prosthetic limb, instead of wasting the opportunity for a treatnt session.
Potato exclaid that it was fitting for the half-owner of West Lake, his intelligence may not be high, but he can calculate the costs clearly.
The recovering injured had no objections to the distribution plan proposed by the poor warriors.
Even though they were gray gear, it didn’t dampen the players’ enthusiasm.
The few waves that occurred during the auction were over the two right-hand prosthetics and enhanced tendons. After all, none here were left-handed, and the four veteran players all wanted the two right hands, but eventually Wildman and Big Head took them for 350 and 330 points respectively.
Wildman also spent 250 to buy a right leg.
The enhanced tendons, paired with the bionic joint, were taken by Brother Ni and Potato for 400 each.
Conversely, no one wanted the left hand.
The auction for the four guns was very plain, without competition, as most veteran players already had a handgun. Brother Ni, who didn’t have a gun, thought of buying one, but eventually gave up, letting the new players take one each at the base price of 200.
Players were much more cautious during the auction for internal organs and brain components, as these items, unlike visible limbs, went inside their bodies and heads, and the quality was clearly subpar. Only Brother Ni took a bionic lung for 200, the rest all went unsold.
As for the bionic eye and neural connectors, no one cared. The 500 euro surgery would already include a bionic eye and neural connector, so buying them wouldn’t result in a discount, which made it pointless to waste money.
As for the vehicles... no single player could afford them. After several rounds of negotiations, Big Head borrowed points from the other three veteran players and managed to gather 800 to buy a motorcycle.
Items that went unsold were combined with the modified car, sold for 1600, and the money was distributed among the four new players, 400 each.
Potato: "I just don’t get it, why didn’t you borrow another 300 to buy a big car, what’s the use of buying a motorcycle?"
Big Head: "What do you know, cars don’t run on air. I drove that car the day before yesterday, it burns fuel like crazy, I’m telling you. All our money would barely fill a tank, not to ntion we need bullets, there’s maybe a big mission on Saturday, do you get what a big mission is?"
"Buying a big car and not using it is a waste. If it explodes during a fight, it’s a huge loss."
He then muttered,
"Damn it, the front windshield and hood are all shot up, I’m not a fool, why would I buy it."
The four veteran players who got prosthetics couldn’t wait to run back to the basent and spend their GP points on so upgrades. The new players who got guns ran to the temporary shooting range to practice; although bullets were a bit expensive, with the 400 euros they just got, they could afford to spend a little on this.
But the recoil of the guns was still a bit of a pain for those without prosthetic limbs.
anwhile, Lin Miao had to clean up after the players.
He placed the prosthetics into specially crafted bags filled with sterilized biomass before sealing them. While cleaning up the modified car, he found a few small items overlooked by the players.
Three Super Dream Rings and two data chips, they probably thought they were just parts and didn’t bother with them.
Lin Miao wasn’t the kind of fool who’d shove a mysterious Super Dream into his own head. Instead, he shooed the net-addicted girl away from the computer desk, sat down, and inserted the data chip into the PC.
As the computer emitted a confusing moan and indescribable scenes played out, his face changed dramatically. He quickly snapped the computer panel shut and turned to scold the observing Pandora sternly,
"Kids shouldn’t touch this kind of information; it’s harmful to ntal and physical health."
Pandora looked puzzled and sowhat confusingly asked,
"What happened?"
Sigh...
Luckily, the perception barrier blocked the players’ awareness of the R18 Sisi information, otherwise, this boss would be unable to wash the accusation off, even if he jumped into the Yellow River. Shortly, forums would be filled with posts about him squeezing Pandora out, stealing the computer, and watching lewd videos.
A reputation ruined in an instant.
Damn you, Night Wanderer, even dead you had to screw him over.
After hesitating for a mont... well... barely hesitating, Lin Miao imdiately deleted the contents of the data chip.
He was a gentleman! How could he watch such things!
When he had so free ti later, he planned to visit Lizi Bar to critique these guys for their production content.
...
Wildman sprinted out of the basent, hopping around like he discovered a new continent, constantly swinging his right hand.
"Whoa, I feel like I can punch a cow to death with one hit now!"
But his running was noticeably uncoordinated. The strength in his right leg was significantly higher than before, and his cerebellum, which balanced his body’s coordination, wasn’t used to the newly added right leg, causing his body to feel off.
Wildman ran over to a pile of materials, effortlessly lifted a forty-kilogram tal plate with one hand, held it shoulder-level with his right hand, and then lightly set it down.
Previously, with a physique of 6 points, wielding this weight with one hand was quite challenging. But after installing the prosthetic limb, it felt noticeably easier, and this was just gray gear; if he switched to orange, would he take off into the sky?
Brother Dao put down his gun after seeing this, walked over, and patted Wildman on the shoulder.
"Bro, it’s a real sha you’re not working at a construction site hauling bricks. A load of two hundred red bricks at a ti is seriously profitable."
Red Barrel rolled his eyes, "What nonsense, they don’t need brick haulers at construction sites anymore. We use carts and cranes, got it? That’s a stereotype."
Brother Dao looked at Wildman’s right hand, which showed no signs of modification, and asked puzzledly, "That prosthetic limb, is it just attribute equipnt, or is it truly modified? Why does your hand look just like it used to?"
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