Chapter 83 Jason and the Players: Buy One Get One Free - A Great Deal
Facing the slumped man and bird, Jason remained unmoved and coldly retorted, "Keep acting, keep going. You can do better. If you're so capable, don't stop." His words, whether referring to their previous performance or their current one, were a double entendre.
Wen Yue and Raven awkwardly stopped their performance and exchanged glances.
Wen Yue: Go and try to appease your partner; he's quite forgiving towards you.
Raven: I'm just a raven, I don't understand chatter.
After a long silence, Wen Yue pressed her hands together in a gesture of sincere repentance: "I was really wrong, please forgive us this time! In this vast sea of people, it's our meeting a kind of karma... uh, fate. It's fate, it's God who brought us together." Oh no, I misspoke, I need to get it back quickly.
“You’re right, karma.” Jason stared at the player praying to gods and Buddhas, his whole body seemingly radiating black energy. “I suggest you don’t become a priest; you’ll appear more devout if you put on a cassock.”
The player, used to it, automatically filtered out Jason's doubts about his identity as a priest, and continued to mutter: "It hasn't been easy for us to get to where we are now. It takes time for people to get along. The performance just now was indeed disrespectful to the person involved, and we sincerely repent."
Wen Yue was filled with remorse. After much agonizing thought, she made a deal: "How about this, we'll give you another performance of the Dark Knight's fall, and you'll forgive us this time, okay?"
“Are you busking here?” Jason stared at the two insolent men, unmoved. “If I want to see a performance, I’ll go to the circus. I don’t need you.”
“The circus charges money, but we’ll give you free stuff.” Wen Yue declared confidently, patting her chest without a care in the world: “We can bring you laughter, and the laughter (the drug’s effects) will last for 12 hours.”
"You guys taught me a lesson, showing me that you get what you pay for, and that free things are the most expensive." Jason gritted his teeth, still furious about the exhilarating performance. Those two were really entertaining together; they not only ignited the atmosphere but also set him on fire. He was now seething with rage.
Wen Yue lowered her head guiltily. She hadn't learned a single social skill, but she had planted quite a few social blunders, and she was sure to step on them every time.
The raven let out a soft "chirp," tilted its head, its eyes glistening with tears, and its fluffy body became even more voluminous. A single cry from the raven spoke louder than a thousand words from the player.
Jason's eyes flickered for a moment, then he rubbed his temples and sighed, "Never mind, you guys go and get ready, don't delay the next step of the operation."
“Okay, I promise I won’t hold you back.” Wen Yue and Raven nodded solemnly in unison.
In the instant they turned around, the Fourth Calamity and the Evil Raven simultaneously raised the corners of their mouths.
Actions that even they can participate in are mostly unnecessary to prepare for.
Start with zero frames and punish everyone.
All in.
Wen Yue and Raven entered the underground armory and emerged less than a minute later. Jason frowned upon seeing that they were still in their original outfits: "What about your preparations?"
Wen Yue pulled a pistol from her bosom and placed it on the table, then pulled out a submachine gun and placed it on the table as well. She then aimed the shotgun at the table and pulled the safety and trigger.
It's impressive that the player managed to hide the first two guns without leaving a trace, but when he pulled out a long shotgun, Jason's eyelids twitched. He stared at the player's perfectly smooth robes and fell into deep thought: How can a priest's uniform be so convincing?
"Bang!" Until the last gunshot rang out.
The player's series of moves was so smooth that Jason was caught off guard and saw a big hole in his table. He jumped up and shouted, "What are you doing?! No, you're really hitting me?"
"Combat Priest, attack! Biu biu biu..." Wen Yue assumed a standard shooting stance, but didn't dare to pull the trigger again. Excitedly, she held the gun and scanned her surroundings, feeling like the protagonist of a shooting game.
The familiar sound effects from PUBG seemed to echo in my ears: "GO, GO, GO! All troops, attack—"
"Wen!" Jason could no longer contain himself.
“You have absolutely nothing to do with the pastor now, so don’t try to smear him.” Jason’s forehead veins bulged as he raised his fist menacingly.
The player immediately quieted down, obediently put down his weapon, and gave an embarrassed smile: "Okay, you can question my marksmanship, but you can't question my beliefs."
"You use Buddhist gestures when you're praying; I really can't tell you're a believer," Jason sneered.
"God resides in our hearts; why be bound by formalities?" Wen Yue smiled warmly and holyly. "Converse with God, listen to His voice, and guide all beings."
“Pastors are the bridge between man and God. What I love most is to convey divine messages and reason with people.” Wen Yue picked up a gun and stuffed it into her clothes, which was actually her game backpack. “Of course, if I can’t reason with people, then I can only chant the truth. This is my truth. Marksmanship is also a law, and ballistics is also a way. The way follows nature.”
As we all know, Western medicine works relatively quickly, and ammunition is also a kind of medicine, so targeted therapy can be considered a proper treatment.
Jason's eye twitched, and he stared at the player, his forehead pressed together. All his unspoken words turned into a sigh: Fine, if they say it's a priest, then it's a priest.
The player and Jason are like the classic characters of No-Brain and Grumpy. It's rare to see No-Brain so logical, and it's also rare to see Jason so grumpy. Since the player and Jason met, Jason has never smiled even once.
"Where's Raven?" Jason turned to Raven and asked in a gentler tone about her preparations for battle.
The raven hopped out of line, nodded its head to its partner, and looked serious and reliable.
With a narrowing of its beady eyes, Raven extended its wings and flapped them forward, sending clusters of RPGs reflecting cold arcs of light. With another flourish, various bombs were arrayed and distributed. With another flap of its wings, flamethrowers, stun guns, and other unique weapons were neatly displayed...
After displaying all the collected weapons, a red glint flashed in the raven's eyes, and the mountain of weapons vanished in the blink of an eye. A small body, but immense energy; its magical space was virtually limitless.
Jason's throat bobbed. He had no time to worry about Raven's magical portable space. His face was ashen as he questioned, "I told you to pick out the equipment, and you went to get the supplies." He had already realized that his weapons inventory had been confiscated.
"It's okay, Raven's is yours, you two are partners." Wen Yue patted Jason on the shoulder and said with a smile.
Jason crossed his arms and closed his eyes helplessly.
Under a clear blue sky, Gotham, freed from the shadow of fear, is regaining its usual vitality, and people are being dispatched to clean up the traces left by the battle in the streets and alleys.
Jason, driving, explained the mission arrangements and plan: "We're heading to Wayne Tower, the target is there..."
"That restaurant looks nice, let's go there for dinner." Wen Yue and Raven looked on eagerly from the back seat, their eyes shining brightly as they stared intently at the restaurant's signboard advertising prawns.
Jason: "..."
Wen Yue and Raven turned around pitifully, their eyes full of hope: "It's lunchtime now."
Jason's tactical plan collapsed midway.
Jason's Arkham Knight armor with its distinctively colored red hood was too conspicuous, so the three of them booked a private room to avoid the subtle stares of others.
The signature baked lobster with cheese comes in three portions, followed by players ordering different flavors of ice cream, while Raven goes on a wine shopping spree. Both have plenty of room to spare, so there's no worry about what to do next; with someone else covering for them, their collecting instincts explode.
The main course was served first. While Wen Yue and Jason were still dealing with the shrimp shells, Raven efficiently devoured the shrimp, along with the utensils, in one bite, blinking its innocent beady eyes as it waited for the next dish to be served. A moment of silence fell over the private room, and Wen Yue and Jason's movements quickened considerably.
When the tower of wines was pushed into the private room, Wen Yue was genuinely taken aback. She had expected the bartenders to order a lot, but she hadn't expected so much. The store's wine inventory was visibly abundant.
After finishing a bottle of wine, the raven's eyes lit up. It tilted its head and stared at the neatly arranged bottles of wine, a sinister shadow lurking beneath it.
The entire private room went dark, and by the time the players realized what had happened, it was too late. The raven abandoned all its bird-like behavior, opened its abyssal maw, and swallowed all the wine in one gulp. It burped, staggered a couple of steps, then did a Thomas Flair, struggling between sobriety and intoxication before collapsing limply.
Her glossy black feathers made it seem as if you could see her ruddy cheeks. The drunken raven was well-behaved; she didn't cause any damage and simply lay down on the spot.
only--
"What about the afternoon's tasks?" Wen Yue picked up a piece of lobster meat, puffed out her cheeks, and chewed.
"No drinking during work hours next time." Jason's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
Before long, Raven, who was lying down, let out another burp, blowing a bunch of bubbles as if it had drunk soap and become an automatic bubble blower. The transparent bubbles shimmered and sparkled under the light, spreading everywhere in the small private room, impossible to avoid. Jason, who was closest to Raven, got them all over his face, and even the cheese-baked lobster burst with bubbles. Wen Yue, trying to salvage her lunch, hid at the edge.
After blowing its bubbles, the raven rolled over and continued its deep sleep, completely unaware of the mess it had made. Wen Yue waited until the bubbles disappeared under the influence of gravity before carefully returning to the table. "The child is just being silly..." Realizing belatedly that she had uttered the classic excuse of a parent for their child's misbehavior, the player paused for a moment before giving an awkward smile.
"Is Raven an adult? Minors aren't allowed to drink alcohol." Jason had a different concern.
Wen Yue thought about Raven's appearance of being fifteen or sixteen years old, and then thought about the hundreds of years she had spent in the temple. But Raven was a half-demon and also a long-lived species, so her enormous lifespan could not be calculated according to the length of a human life... So the question is, has Raven actually reached adulthood?
The player fell into deep thought and couldn't come up with an answer even after dinner.
When the bill came after the meal, Jason's cash flow nearly dried up, and his desire to make money became more urgent than ever before. The bulk of the bill was for raven-themed wine; the value of owning a bird was increasing, solidifying his status as a money-devouring beast.
Wen Yue's various flavors of ice cream finally arrived. Under Jason's watchful gaze, the players silently put all the ice creams into their game inventory, not in a hurry to taste them.
This time, the player dared not let things slip again, fearing they would end up wandering the streets with the raven. It wouldn't be good if Jason abandoned them.
"Are your personal storage spaces wholesale?" There's always this feeling around players that everyone has a personal storage space and it's worthless. Maybe he's been in the Arkham basement for too long and can't keep up with the times.
"Raven's space is something he earned through his own efforts, while my space is a special supply from an external vendor," Wen Yue said proudly. Player Feng Ling Yue Ying Zong earned external support through his own abilities.
"Got it, you've got it." Jason said knowingly.
“Not turning it off doesn’t mean it’s on, and turning it slightly off doesn’t count as turning it on,” Wen Yue argued emphatically.
"..."
Wayne Tower is located in the southwest of Gotham City, not far from the Gotham Police Department headquarters.
Wen Yue lay back in the back seat and slowly yawned. Raven fell asleep soundly on Wen Yue's chest. Wen Yue pulled open her clothes and covered Raven's belly.
"You say you're in logistics, but I think I'm the one who's more like a nanny," Jason grumbled from the driver's seat. Paying money, putting in effort, and being the driver—he was like a big grudge.
"Don't worry, I'll do my best in the mission and make sure you feel it's worth it." As a buy-one-get-one-free gift, the player has no idea of its value.
Jason's fingers flew across the keyboard with practiced ease, successfully hacking into the Wayne Tower's security system backend. "Wayne Tower is now under my control. The security system is completely shut down. All deployments are complete. Next, I'll sound the alarm, and we'll slip in while the staff are leaving the building. Let's make it quick and easy. Our target is Tim Drake, the young CEO of Wayne Tower who's here to fill in."
The player paused, pushing the car door: "I didn't say my opponent was Tim before I left. I thought it was just about making money, but now I've infiltrated this world into a Batman civil war. Which side should I help? I can't let Tim end up in the ICU either. This is a tough situation."
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