Chapter 51: "Don't be afraid, I'm a good person."

"However—"
Chen Jiang paused. "Let's follow them and keep an eye on things first. Those guys might just sell us out."
...
Football field.
In the casualty zone, a man in a military uniform lay on the ground, his gaze gradually growing distant, his breathing turning weaker and weaker. The massive hole in his chest was larger than the four wounds of Jesus combined.
There were no medical facilities around, nor any nurses rushing about.
It was obvious that he had been left to wait for death.
Such injuries were difficult to treat even in the rear areas, let alone on the front lines. To have lasted this long was already a miracle.
Just at that moment—
The short-haired captain of the "ghg" squad came jogging all the way with her teammates. Without the slightest hesitation, she pulled a "first-aid syringe" from her coat, stepped forward swiftly, and plunged the needle into the man's neck.
She pressed down firmly, injecting the entire tube of light green serum into the man's body.
The next moment!
A shocking thing happened!
The man, who was already on the verge of death, suddenly sprouted countless granulation tissues around the edges of the hole in his chest, growing at a rapid pace. Within mere seconds, the wound healed completely, and the man who was just waiting for death now had a glowing, rosy complexion!
Incredulous and excited, he bounded up from the ground.
He felt his stomach, and upon confirming that his injury had truly recovered, he looked with agitation at the short-haired captain and the soldier who had been guiding the way. "Private First Class Zhang Chao, tell me what is going on here!"
"Commander."
Zhang Chao, whose legs were bound in bandages, said in a hoarse voice, "After you were severely injured, Commander, I fell from the high wall while fighting the xenomorphs, and retreated to the rear with fractured legs."
"But just now, these four young women used a magical bandage that instantly restored my injuries and said they could cure you, Commander. So I brought them here."
"Good, good, good!!!"
The man repeated the word three times with great agitation, snatched the walkie-talkie from his chest, and roared into it, "Where is my security detail? Get your asses over here on the double!"
He didn't know what kind of black technology this was.
But he was certain of one thing.
With the backing of this black technology, they would definitely be able to hold out until reinforcements arrived.
"Benefactor."
The man took a deep breath before looking at the short-haired captain. "You are my savior. After the war is over, I will bring my humble wife to visit and thank you in person. But right now, I have a question: do you have any more of those bandages and syringes?"
"We do."
The short-haired captain waved a hand, and a teammate behind her pulled a first-aid syringe from her pocket, waving it in the air. "But what are you going to trade us for them?"
"This item is extremely expensive."
"Unless it's something of immense value, I cannot hand it over to you."
"As long as you have them—"
The man let out a breath of relief, looking at the off-road vehicle roaring rapidly toward them not far away, as well as the dozen or so armed-to-the-teeth soldiers in it. His expression suddenly turned cold as he looked at the short-haired woman.
"During wartime, everyone must cooperate with the military; hoarding is strictly prohibited."
"This is not a notice; it is an order. If you have any complaints, go report me to a military tribunal after the war!"
"Zhang Chao!"
"Sir!"
The man leaped onto the off-road vehicle, gripped the steering wheel, and said in a hoarse voice, "I leave the security detail to you. I must rush to the front lines immediately. No matter what methods you use, you must make these people hand over all their bandages and syringes!"
"Understood!"
Hearing this, Zhang Chao grinned broadly.
Damn it all.
He had mustered the courage to find a place to jump down, trading broken legs for a retreat to the rear, only to be healed. He thought he was going to be sent right back to the front-line meat grinder.
To his surprise, he was left behind instead, practically cheating death.
He then waved his hand and rasped out, "Disarm them! At the slightest sign of defiance, execute on the spot!"
...
"..."
Inside the football field.
Chen Jiang watched the "ghg" squad being escorted away at gunpoint by a dozen soldiers, the corner of his twitching slightly. He had known this outcome was highly probable.
Negotiation?
That was built on the foundation of equal strength between both parties.
Four women holding immense treasures—how was that any different from puppies carrying fatty meat in their jaws? How could they possibly resist snatching it by force, achieving higher efficiency at zero cost?
"What do you think you're doing!"
"Are you trying to rob us by force?!"
"The officer just now clearly stated that attacking teammates is strictly forbidden! How dare you!"
The short-haired captain shouted anxiously, fear welling up in her eyes. "Don't touch me! Besides, we aren't the only ones who have them, the others—"
The next moment—
A destiny card suddenly materialized at Chen Jiang's fingertips. With a slight flick of his wrist, under the cover of night, the card shot forth like an arrow leaving a bow. Its speed was almost like an illusion, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced into the short-haired captain's throat.
The shouting of the short-haired captain cut off abruptly. Her pupils dilated instantly, and her fingers instinctively felt for her neck, only to touch wetness.
She turned her head with difficulty toward her three teammates, attempting to get them to inject her with a first-aid syringe quickly.
However.
She only saw that at some point, faint bloodlines had appeared on the necks of her three teammates, and their eyes were losing focus even faster than hers.
How could...
At the last moment of fading consciousness, only a single thought echoed in her mind: how did she suddenly die? Clearly, she had easily cleared the previous three novice instances.
Everything had been going so smoothly; how did she suddenly die?
"Alright, save that nonsense for the interrogation room."
Zhang Chao, walking in front, sneered mockingly. But soon, he heard the commotion raised by the soldiers behind him and instinctively turned his head. He saw that the four women from just moments ago were already lying in pools of blood with their eyes wide open in death, their blood rapidly soaking into the soil.
One woman, not yet entirely dead, was struggling to grasp a first-aid syringe to jab into her body, but her movements were too sluggish. Just as she lifted her arm, Zhang Chao drew his military saber and slashed fiercely, severing her arm entirely at the root. The first-aid syringe tumbled away to the side.
While quickly picking up the first-aid syringe, Zhang Chao shouted with a panic-laced roar, "Alert! Xenomorphs!"
"Where is the detector?!"
...
Meanwhile.
Chen Jiang had already retrieved his destiny card and led Blind Snake and the others away from the football field at a fast pace.
Fortunately, he had struck first.
Otherwise, this squad would have raised the difficulty of his instance journey by several notches.
When leaving, the officer had clearly stated that attacking teammates was forbidden, and upon discovery, execution was absolute.
This sentence also implied that as long as it wasn't discovered, it was fine.
The rules formulated by characters within an instance were not equal to the instance rules.
"Blind Snake."
Chen Jiang walked into a nearby residential neighborhood, entered the side unit on the thirty-second floor of an apartment building, and gestured for Blind Snake to come over and pick the lock.
When it came to lockpicking skills, Blind Snake had reached a state of mastery.
In the blink of an eye, the door lock was easily popped open.
A woman's scream and a child's cry came from inside the room. A glamorous woman was huddled with her child on the living room sofa, while standing in front of them was a man gripping a kitchen knife with trembling legs, putting up a brave front as he roared in a shaking voice, "Who are you? What do you want?"
"..."
Blind Snake, following behind, muttered quietly, "If this were a AAA game, the map's exploratory and interactive nature would be maxed out."
Good thing they didn't worship the "Sacrificial Dancer" deity, otherwise this glamorous woman would definitely be destined for such a trial.
Oh, right.
This instance was also very suitable for players who worshipped the "Sacrificial Dancer" deity. If they exploited everything from start to finish over the seven days, they should be able to gain quite a lot of faith points.
"Don't be afraid. I'm a good guy."
Chen Jiang smiled warmly, spreading his arms to show he carried no weapons, and looked at the three terrified people before him. "We're here to help you kill the xenomorphs. Now, what you need to do is obediently hide in the back room and not come out. By the way, help me collect all the mirrors in your house and hand them over to me."
"Can you cooperate?"