Chapter 66

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

On the other side, after inspecting the defenses of Old Street and returning to the Underground Fortress, Milton actually didn't have much intuitive sense of the impact of his actions last night.

But he knew that after this battle, a series of chain reactions would definitely be triggered.

For example, Varta would truly start to take him seriously; for example, all the forces on every black interest chain in the whole town would come to resent him; for example, the various forces would arm themselves at any cost and engage in an arms race with Milton...

Even the enemy would very likely start trying to internally disintegrate Milton's group.

For a team that was short on funds and hadn't yet had time to unite, whether it was the enemy's arms race or subversion, both were serious problems they had to face.

However, these problems were not completely unsolvable for Milton.

Arms race? Relying on deep accumulation to fight an economic war? Then just take advantage of the time before they convert their money into combat power, before they've developed, and launch a blitzkrieg directly!

As for the problem of internal disintegration, with the Panel helping monitor the status of every "ally," Milton could eliminate traitors at the first opportunity, which wasn't a big problem either.

Having gathered so many people, it was impossible for there to be no internal problems, but the difficulty of purging them wasn't actually particularly great; Milton was about to go do this very thing soon.

But after all is said and done, they still had to fight!

"Since we have to fight, I need to strengthen my own strength. Now various weaponry has reached a bottleneck; before the faction expands further, the equipment that can be redeemed doesn't have any qualitative change."

"Then I'll strengthen myself..."

Previously, Milton didn't redeem Basic Attributes because redeeming these things was really too expensive, and the improvement was too unnoticeable, not as direct as directly redeeming Bulletproof Vests and good weapons.

20,000 Red Points—was it to redeem a set of Heavy Body Armor, or to redeem a slight increase in running speed? This choice wasn't hard to make.

But now, Milton had quite a few Red Points; after reserving enough points needed for future armored vehicles, the rest could be used to improve himself.

【Basic Attributes have five major categories: Strength, Endurance, Marksmanship, Speed, Reaction (Basic Attribute redemption has a cap, the cap is at the peak human level)】

Milton didn't think too much about it; he first spent 20,000 Red Points to improve his Marksmanship a bit.

【Marksmanship: 62→63, improvement successful (next improvement requires 30,000 Red Points; for every increase in the tens digit, subsequent attribute improvements will require significantly more points)】

Yes, Milton's Marksmanship was actually just a "qualified" level of over 60 points.

It was just that Milton liked playing traps, playing tactical deception, playing props, playing suppressive fire, and the enemy was too weak, which made him look like a war god.

Thinking about it carefully, he hadn't even given the enemy a single chance for a direct gunfight.

Looking at his Marksmanship of only 63, Milton sighed, gritted his teeth, and spent a total of 390,000 points to raise his Marksmanship to 70 points.

To improve from 70 to 71 would require starting at 200,000, which he couldn't afford right now.

At this time, Milton's Red Points had shrunk to less than 1.5 million.

"That's about enough... Actually, to improve one's abilities, one doesn't necessarily have to rely on buying with points. I can train myself too."

Milton thought of that gun shop on the black market, thought of the Shooting Range at the gun shop, and also thought of the Flora trio he had hired.

Just right, these people shouldn't be used for nothing; just have them work overtime and serve as his instructors.

Of course, before training, he had to arrange a preliminary plan for internal purging for his subordinates first.

Before leaving the Underground Basement, Milton took a moment to visit Brandon's Room.

Brandon was recovering really well; not only had he polished off the food sent over, but he was sitting on the bed, crazily reading today's Newspaper.

This Mental State had continued from when he left the Black Clinic until now.

"......"

"Fuck? Am I actually already dead, and everything I'm seeing now is my hallucination?"

"Boss, you're here... ah, you, you blew up the Checkpoint directly for my surgery, is that really okay? Will it draw the Army over?"

"Is this Newspaper really not written by us ourselves?"

Milton sighed and gave up the idea of assigning a mission to this joker: "On the surface, it's the Checkpoint and the Fan Kang Gang that fought; what does that have to do with us, why would the Army come?"

"Boss, I just feel you're strong to an outrageous degree... sigh, Boss, thank you. If it were someone else, I definitely would have been abandoned."

Paying a sky-high Medical Bill, conducting a militarily extremely high-risk Adventure, to save someone who was very likely crippled, and even if saved would need a long recovery period—it really wasn't as good as just letting him die and using those resources to recruit a Newcomer.

But Milton didn't do that; he actually spared no expense to save people!

Such behavior, in many people's eyes, was contrary to Common Sense, but was incredibly shocking.

Where could one find such a good Boss?

Brandon could clearly feel that after Milton's operation this time, the cohesion of the whole team had risen by a notch.

"Alright, alright." Milton waved his hand disdainfully, "You just rest, don't pull out your stitches... our team is severely short-handed, you need to recover quickly."

After speaking, Milton left the Underground Fortress and came to the First Floor.

Veronica and Luz were sitting at the table eating.

Seeing Milton come over, Luz immediately spoke up: "Boss, something big will happen in town recently; I rented a small house across the street and brought my wife and children over, is that okay?"

The Black Pharmacy and Underground Fortress belonged to Milton; he couldn't possibly bring family members in, but renting a house nearby was no problem.

"That's your own business." Milton waved his hand, "I previously had you monitor those few people; did you discover anything?"

Those few who hadn't become "allies" had always been a thorn in Milton's side.

If it weren't for his sensitive identity now, and the need to unite people's hearts, and not being able to kill people indiscriminately without reason, Milton would have wanted to find an excuse to just take them out directly.

There was no way; this was the side effect of quickly gathering so many people—among these people there must be a mix of good and bad, there must be people with ulterior motives mixed in, needing careful discernment and cautious purging.

"Boss, Veronica and I were just discussing this matter." Luz's face suddenly turned serious, "On the surface they haven't done anything, haven't left Old Street, but I'm worried, will they have phones to contact the outside world? We can't follow them into their industries to inspect."

Although they were excluded from important areas and couldn't transmit any very fatal news out, internal problems still should be purged as soon as possible.

At least first figure out whether these two people just didn't want to muddy the waters, or really had dealings with the enemy.

Milton sat down casually and said, "First, let them stay as far away from important areas as possible, so they can't get hold of key information... I'm preparing to organize a sting operation, to put all internal hidden dangers to elimination in one go."

The next phase's target: purge the internal!

PS: I see the readers aren't few, but why are there no comments? Everyone, if you have any opinions or any inspiration, you can all bring them up. Sob sob, speak up a bit.