My Players Are So Fierce

“A masterpiece!

Entirely handcrafted, well, except the barrel was machined, but that doesn’t change the exquisite engineering of this thing.

Where did you get it?

This is way more sophisticated than any of the firearms I’ve seen recently, comparable only to Little Wei Ming’s Iron Hammer Guard.”

“Bought it.”

When it came to this matter, Stick Brother’s face turned sour.

He cursed:

“That heartless NPC, damn it, my buddy and I spent tens of thousands to buy a collection set, luckily it triggered a…

cough cough, nothing, nothing.

If you’re not ‘clocking in’ at the Alchemy Cottage, what are you doing here?”

“Isn’t it because Touching Your Poverty Little Brother Fu mentioned on the forum that he found that new mechanic?

I came to take a look; he also posted some pictures of mechanical limbs on the forum, which really itched my heart.

You know, I just love this kind of punk stuff, I’m crazy about it.”

Talking about his beloved items, Loyal Brother lit up and rubbed his hands together, ignoring the little secret Stick Brother almost accidentally revealed.

After receiving directions from Happy Stick, he chuckled and hurried into the Blood Vulture Corridor.

Stick Brother squinted as he watched Loyal Brother disappear into the shadows of the corridor.

He had always maintained a delicate distance from Loyal Brother in the game, wondering if it was just his imagination, but as a former “professional,” he couldn’t shake the feeling that Loyal Brother and a few particularly active forum members seemed rather ‘ill-intentioned.’

He desperately hoped that he was just overthinking it.

But if it was true, what could he, a smelly gamer, do about it?

“sigh”

Happy Stick sighed and opened the map of the underground vault of West Coker City, which cost him 150,000 Gold Coins.

Based on the scale and size alone, the area was estimated to be no smaller than the Blood Vulture Corridor.

Stick Brother had a premonition.

He might indeed find a huge treasure in the ruins of West Coker City, but of course, there was also the possibility of losing his pants in the process.

However, everything depended on human effort, so he quickly made up his mind, opened a private chat with Wumeioge, and sent a message:

“When are you free to meet up?”

“I’m currently escorting a bunch of jackal and wolf prisoners back.”

Wumeioge replied immediately:

“I’ll need to deliver the prisoners to the stone quarry in Morlan village first, and then I’ll come to the city to find you.”

“No, I mean, meet up in person.

I have a job for you and your team, with a minimum profit of 150,000 Gold Coins, which is 1.5 million Soft Sister Coins according to the current exchange rate.

Remember, that’s the minimum.”

“!!!”

“Got it?

So I’ll need to bring a lawyer with me, and we’ll sign a contract or something offline.”

“Emmm, day after tomorrow, I guess?

I have a lawyer, my cousin is a commercial attorney with a license.

I’ll arrange things first.

You need me to find a place for relaxation?”

“No need, I am a man of integrity.”

“F*ck!

We’re both local foxes, so why are you giving me this supernatural story?

Just talk properly!”

“Cough cough, then just a simple arrangement will do, something modest since we’re discussing serious business.”

“Okay, see you offline.”

—

“Master, I want to switch to being a mechanic!

This is my creation, please take a look.”

In Count Shuren’s chambers, the visiting Loyal Brother was extremely humble as he presented his painstakingly crafted item with both hands to the little dwarf vampire before him.

Ellen initially didn’t pay much attention.

She knew these were products of Another World and thought to herself that these different world people knew nothing about Steam Engineering, but when she held Loyal Brother’s creation in her hand, she was the one who got stunned.

In her hands was a gun.

It was styled like a hunting gun, with a pitch-black barrel fitted into a mahogany stock, complete with an odd-looking bolt and a bayonet lug at the front of the barrel.

It looked more “delicate” than the Dwarf Hunter Gun.

But it was very sleek overall.

If that were all, Ellen wouldn’t have been surprised.

The key was that the ammunition it used was completely different from the spherical bullets she was used to.

The three bullets Loyal Brother took out were all pointed-tip.

He had put a lot of effort into crafting these by hand over the past few days.

Thankfully, the Blood Covenant Knight Order had provided some small equipment with the necessary professional tools, or else it would have been incredibly difficult to achieve the precision of hand-rolling these “peanuts.”

“This is…”

Ellen held the chilling pointed-tip bullets in her hand and sniffed them under her nose.

Then she looked at Loyal Brother and whispered:

“Is this Dwarf gunpowder?

You altered the proportions and didn’t add Burning Gold Powder?

Will this ensure enough kinetic energy?

How can you guarantee precision if the kinetic energy is insufficient?”

“Oh, I’ve rifled the barrel.”

Loyal Brother casually responded, his gaze fixated on the pair of black mechanical limbs mounted on the wall, which were full of mechanical gears and a fantasy punk aesthetic, totally captivating the middle-aged man.

“Rifling…”

Count Shuren ran her finger inside the bore of Loyal Brother’s gun, then narrowed her eyes as she pulled open the breech, stuffed in the pointed-tip bullet, and cocked the gun with a click.

“Can I try it?”

She asked.

Loyal Brother nodded and gestured for her to go ahead.

She opened the door, aimed at a brick on the wall beside the corridor, raised the “different world style” weapon, took aim, and pulled the trigger.

“Bang”

A slight recoil hit her shoulder, but her body, blessed by the Midnight Blessing, didn’t shake.

The opposite wall, however, now had an added hole.