Chapter 476: Planting Mines

Everyone who appeared in the underground auction house deserves to die.

Li Cheng casually fired a shot, blowing apart the man with vacant eyes, sending them all to reunite in death.

At that moment, Oracle pinched the carotid pulse of Zhongtian Beiji, pried open his eyelids, and shone a flashlight inside. "Based on vital signs, he was injected with a muscle relaxant like Rocuronium."

Theoretically, one vial of Mini Life Elixir would reverse the muscle paralysis, but Oracle's backpack inventory of Life Elixir had also shrunk into some non-existent real-world aluminum-can energy drink.

Its packaging was a bizarre black-green skull, with the words "Multiverse Terminal Vending Machine" printed on the front.

The ingredient list prominently featured Monster, Red Bull, Gfuel, Nitro Pump, wild ginseng slices, along with ten-thousand-year spirit fluid, fungal hand soap, and Alien Recovery Fluid—ingredients that looked deeply ominous.

One couldn't help suspecting that even an elephant or a blue whale would bleed from the nose after a single sip.

Oracle turned off the flashlight and frowned. "I have no gear or skill combination here that can reverse anesthesia. He'll have to recover on his own."

"No problem. I brought some."

Li Cheng pulled out a syringe of Sugammadex from his 3D warehouse, pierced Zhongtian Beiji's vein with a *pfft*, and pushed the plunger all the way in.

??

Oracle's eyelid twitched—she knew Sugammadex forms a complex with steroidal neuromuscular blocking agents (Rocuronium, Vecuronium), reversing their effects within two to three minutes.

But she hadn't expected Pi Fu to produce it so quickly and effortlessly—was this guy carrying an entire warehouse of drugs on his person?

"Better safe than sorry. I do carry a warehouse's worth of medicine."

Li Cheng seemed to read Oracle's thoughts and said casually: "Ibuprofen for pain, Metformin for blood sugar, Sertraline for depression, Pantoprazole, Aluminum Magnesium Carbonate, Domperidone, Mosapride, Bismuth Potassium Citrate…"

As the saying goes, a man's name is his shadow. After the London battle, Pi Fu's past walkthrough videos skyrocketed in downloads on FeiNet; after brief interaction, Oracle had also grasped Pi Fu's speech pattern—don't engage, and you won't be led astray.

But the intellectual's curiosity still drove her to ask: "I understand all the ones before, but why so many stomach meds?"

"You don't know what you're talking about. Script missions are full of dangers, especially roleplay missions—you inevitably consume food from the script world. Illness enters through the mouth; you can't afford to be careless."

Li Cheng said seriously: "I have a friend who once accidentally ate a chicken butt and found an anal plug inside. Food safety is a serious concern."

??? You're kidding, right? Was your friend even in a legitimate script world?

Oracle's eyelid spasmed—then Zhongtian Beiji let out a "Huh!" and suddenly regained bodily control, rolling off the cart in a shiver.

"You're awake," Li Cheng said casually. "How do you feel?"

"Fine."

Zhongtian Beiji leaned against the wall to steady himself, first pulled out a proper outfit from his backpack and put it on, then bowed deeply to Li Cheng with solemn gratitude. "I owe you my life, Brother Pi Fu—I've never said 'I'm impressed' in my life."

"Just temporary cooperation on a team mission."

Li Cheng waved his hand and asked: "By the way, as GOC's Southeast Asia director, you should have an Emergency Escape Card, right? Didn't bring it?"

At the mention of it, Zhongtian Beiji took a deep breath. "I did bring it. I figured higher-level players face escalating difficulty with every mission—hiding once won't save you forever, so I wanted to assess the situation before using the escape card."

"Then the system ambushed me—suddenly injected me with a muscle relaxant."

Activating the Emergency Escape Card requires a preparatory motion—flicking with a fingernail or snapping with a finger will do—but if your limbs are paralyzed, you can't do it.

Thinking of this, Zhongtian Beiji felt shame, dread, and relief all at once.

Back then, when he resurrected his brother Gouchen using the "Good Person" technique, he didn't care much about the idea that "soul and body are inseparable"—he treated the host in roleplay mode like a game character to be manipulated.

But his thinking didn't mean other players thought the same.

What if, someday, he miraculously reached Lv40, convinced himself that divine grace was boundless and divine wrath absolute, capable of crushing all enemies with a flick of his finger—only for someone to say, "You mygoed," and leave him speechless?

"Hey hey?" Joker's exasperated voice crackled through the radio. "Guys, I'm still alive! Still being chased! Can you help?"

"Coming."

Oracle, who had also unlocked more ability shares, pulled a masterfully crafted artificial pigeon from her backpack.

The pigeon was assembled from micro-motors, plastic rods, and thin films, flying via biomimetic flapping wings, with a miniature camera mounted on its belly.

Oracle released the pigeon drone down the corridor, guiding it through the air to pinpoint Joker's exact location.

"Two humanoid heat signatures southwest of you, about ninety meters. Better head northeast, follow the ridge. Meet us at the winery."

"Don't meet at the winery," Li Cheng interrupted. "Go straight to the summit."

Zhongtian Beiji and Oracle exchanged puzzled glances—four experienced players, armed with guns and limited supernatural abilities, should theoretically be able to match the island's remaining security forces.

"The ultra-rich I just killed—each worth hundreds of millions, even billions—everyone, including Hollywood mogul Harvey Weinstein and the Sultan of Brunei, all showed up as regular VIPs. The Stage Two objective: kill SVIPs, is still 0/8."

Li Cheng spoke quickly: "True SVIPs, beyond wealth, must hold real power—the kind that can summon entire military units."

The players' greatest advantage right now is that the enemy knows nothing about supernatural forces, and the island's administrator is gambling on luck—Li Cheng had just checked the drone feed,

and there was no scene of all yachts racing toward the island, desperately evacuating crowds.

In other words, tonight's SVIP gathering is critically important—so important that even with security guard Bob defecting and VIPs being attacked, the island administrator cannot and dare not disrupt the plan.

If so, time is the players' most vital resource.

Li Cheng pulled out dough-like C4 explosives from his warehouse, pressed them firmly against the wall, tossed several hot water bags into the pile of corpses, and placed down a tape recorder.

These tape recorders had appeared before—built-in audio generation function. Li Cheng generated a recording of people faintly calling for help.

Oracle watched for a while and began to understand. "You're… setting a trap?"

"Bingo."

Li Cheng said: "Before 2009 in the real world, scientists had already applied ultra-wideband radar technology to safety and rescue, inventing life detectors—using infrared, audio, and radar detection."

Blow up the underground winery, and external rescue teams won't get in for a while. And the island's current administrator won't dare abandon so many 'still faintly calling for help' living VIPs—

He'll definitely send people to dig. That'll scatter the enemy's manpower.

Meanwhile, we can use this chance to relocate."

As he spoke, Li Cheng had already planted the C4, rigged hidden mines beneath the corpses, and installed tripwires in the corner.

He even shoved a voice-activated toy into the subcutaneous fat of a fat VIP—any external sound would trigger vibration, making others believe the fat man was still alive, and when they tried to move him, they'd trigger the hidden mine.

"If the British Church taught me anything, it's this: as long as life endures, planting mines never stops."

Li Cheng, beaming with delight, arranged the scene—hand-stuffing steel balls, screws, and rusted iron scraps into the fat man's subcutaneous fat, as Zhongtian Beiji stared in horror and Oracle watched with a strange expression.