Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!

From where do the raw materials for the creation of those Gene Optimization Solutions come?

It's still reliant on soldiers occasionally going out to "hunt." After all, not every battle is a decisive major confrontation, and such small-scale military operations are commonplace.

However, the soldier who brings back the most raw materials almost never gets to enjoy the final products made from those materials...

Tiger didn't notice the fleeting resentment in the other party's tone. He knew what was being said, but he spoke with some conflict, "Yes, and no. The target is a kind of new insect, never seen before. We're responsible for capturing them or bringing back their corpses."

"Hmm?" The veteran leading the way was startled, sounding slightly worried, "New types of insects again?"

No matter where they are or what they've gone through, a sense of responsibility for the fate of all humanity has always been a commandment ingrained in them at the genetic level.

"Yes... Ones that can burrow underground. They seem to have evolved specifically for the purpose of launching surprise attacks and destroying our vehicles," said Tiger, his tone filled with sighs, hardly able to imagine how humanity's armies would face the sudden assaults from these creatures emerging from beneath the ground in future battles.

"..." The veteran leading the way remained silent for a moment, then shook his head and scoffed, "It doesn't concern us anymore."

"..." Tiger didn't make any sound in response.

Doesn't concern us anymore?

Perhaps...

The other didn't inquire further, instead shifting the topic, "Which unit were you with before you came here?"

"The special squad... as the captain."

"Whoa! Impressive, brother! They don't care about someone of your level? Don't you have much military merit left?"

"..." Tiger was silent for a moment before responding, "I'm from the physical enhancement series."
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A ruined body means no more value.

If abilities mainly rely on the physical form, and the physical form is no longer intact, replacing it with cybernetic limbs also becomes meaningless.

The leading veteran sighed, "... That's how they are."

Tiger shook his head, "The military really shouldn't waste resources on me."

The old soldier's gaze scanned Tiger's face carefully, said nothing more, only patted his shoulder, then stood up and walked out.

"I'll go get you some living supplies. As for your body... we'll find a way."

"..." Watching the other walk out through the empty doorway, Tiger's eyes became somewhat sharp.

He wasn't foolish.

In his words, the other seemed to be deliberately or unintentionally stirring up his resentment.

Of course... it might also be possible that they themselves harbored resentment, merely unable to hold back their complaints after seeing him.

But no matter what, artificial soldiers should not have such thoughts!

...

The old soldier who left the room ran into another one, "How's it going?"

"Quite loyal."

"Loyal? Who isn't loyal..." The other veteran sighed as he approached, "He'll understand in the future... Let's hold off on the limb issue for now, and don't contact the 'doctor' just yet."

"I know..."

...

Finally, a period of stable growth arrived. The Lord of the house had no missions, and the feeling of being able to see him every day was terrific!

Clearing small BOSSes in the wild, patrolling Black Street, constructing secret underground bases.

The schedule was packed, and every two days, there was enough contribution and experience to learn new skills.

The only regret was... why hadn't Wallis's former subordinates staged a rebellion yet?

According to Yanzi, their resentment was nearly bursting through the skies, and occasionally when they looked at them, members of the Black Street Patrol Guard, it was as if they were shooting daggers with their eyes.

What are they waiting for?

What are they waiting for?

Hurry it up!

"What are we patrolling today? They're all resting."

This was Black Street's first day off, working six days and resting one in a week.

During the continuous patrol days leading up to it, no incidents had been spotted, making the contribution points for managing Black Street seem like a giveaway, so much so that Kuang Xin didn't want to waste any more time on it today.

After the novelty wore off, patrolling every day without any incident became truly dull.

"What if something happens..." Dai Lian became even more cautious, firmly believing that there is no such thing as a free lunch in the game.

How could there be such benefits every day? The more nothing happened, the more anxious and nervous he felt.

Even if this game was ultra-realistic, it still had to abide by the basic theorem of games: no reward without effort.

"And it's precisely because today is the first day off that we must be even more careful!" The daily work consumed a great deal of everyone's physical and mental energy, many things could not be done even with the willingness to act.

Today, with everyone resting for the whole day, might be just the opportunity those with ulterior motives were waiting for.

We must be even more vigilant.

"Look, over there."

As they walked, Gu Lan's calm voice suddenly rang out.

The few people who were talking looked in the direction she was pointing.

It was indeed Wallis's men, four of the former gang leaders.

...

"Hey! Stray Dog! I've seen that chick from the guard frequently looking for you these past few days, she hasn't fallen for you, has she?"

"No, no!" Stray Dog hastily waved his hands, the vivid smile of a beautiful figure appearing involuntarily in his mind, "How could I dare think that."

A girl like that was simply angelic, someone he couldn't even dream of coveting, even considering it felt like committing a crime.

"I don't care if you have or haven't!" The other man grabbed Stray Dog by the collar, "The things we told you, you haven't spilled them, have you!"

"No! Cough, cough!" Stray Dog felt his chest tighten but dared not resist, just managed to respond with difficulty, "No! I haven't!"

"That's good!"

Stray Dog was thrown to the ground and heard the other's threat, "We haven't done anything yet, it's all just talk, they have no evidence against us. But if they hear something from you… Hmph! The first one to die will be that chick! I guarantee it."

"Hey! What are you doing?" A voice came from afar, Kuang Xin, with an axe in hand and a cold look in his eyes, walked briskly towards these scumbags.

If they wanted to stir trouble, they should just do it; this dawdling made them anxiously on edge even when carrying out tasks elsewhere, and it was not pleasant.

"Hmph." The leader of the three men who had gathered gave a cold snort, gave Stray Dog a warning look, and then turned and walked away.

"Are you okay?" Gong Yan approached, her voice gently coming in close to inquire.

Remembering the warning from the blond man, Stray Dog kept his head low and did not dare to look at her.

"No... no problem, my lord, we were just chatting and joking." Saying this, he ran off towards a direction without purpose, not daring to look back.

Only at a corner far from his former companions and away from the guard did Stray Dog lean against a wall, panting heavily as if out of breath.

"Huff~ Huff~"

So annoying!

So annoying!

Why, when life was now so wonderful, were these people still thinking of rebellion?

Could it really get any better?

How could it!

"Hello~"

A lilting clear voice suddenly reached his ears.

Stray Dog looked up and saw a bright, stunning girl wearing a red and black tight long dress, holding a longsword, and looking radiant.

'Looks familiar.'

That was the first thought that jumped into Stray Dog's mind.

But he didn't recognize her.

His gaze swept indifferently across the girl's face, and Stray Dog quickly looked away, not daring to take another glance.

"Excuse me, are you a resident here?"

"Ah yes... I am."

"I'm from elsewhere..."

Franca smiled brightly, using her Spiritual Energy to create a disguise that gave these people a vague cognitive barrier to her identity, allowing her to observe Black Street under the "mysterious lord's" management as a completely unknown person.