After Beating the Game, I Became the Villain BOSS-Chapter 65 - 61: Fuming with Rage

Su Mo's words were both soft and hard, exerting a powerful deterrent effect.

The security guards here weren't particularly professional; they were either retired veterans or came from training institutions, just looking to make a living. Their usual salary was just a few thousand credits per month.

Expect them to charge forward like the Razor Rapid Response Team, knowing they might die but still pressing on, cutting off all retreat to fight to the end?

How could that be possible.

A few thousand credits, risking your life for that?

Soon, no one in the watchtower was poking their heads out anymore.

Seeing this, Wolin cursed angrily: "A bunch of useless fools! I've been feeding you for nothing!"

Su Mo laughed: "You complain they're useless at critical moments? Why don't you pay them more usually? With salaries of tens or hundreds of thousands, they'd definitely protect you like their own father."

"Expecting someone to risk their life for a few thousand a month? Do you think workers are idiots?"

Su Mo took the hovercar keys out of Wolin's pocket and unlocked the car.

He stuffed Wolin into the passenger seat, sat in the driver's seat himself, and let KK sit in the back seat.

Su Mo had already recorded KK's fingerprints onto the Handicapped Treasure before. He handed over the gun and said, "Hold the gun. If he dares to make any moves, just blow him away."

KK took the gun and pointed it at Wolin, meticulous and unwavering.

At this moment, a sinister laugh came from the muzzle of Handicapped Treasure: "Oh~ I smell the scent of slaughter. Humans, resist, let my bullet pierce your brain, let the blood flow out! Hee hee hee——"

Wolin was scared out of his wits: "Brother, there's something wrong with your gun! Will it misfire?!"

Su Mo: "Shut up, sit tight, and don't move."

Su Mo felt an inner satisfaction as he touched the hovercar's steering wheel.

He used to drive a hovercar a lot when playing the game "Dawn", and that feeling of flying freely in the sky, overlooking the entire city, was unforgettable.

He often fantasized about driving a hovercar in reality, and now, that wish had finally come true.

Seeing Su Mo so enthusiastic, Wolin quickly asked: "Do you have a hovercar F1 license?"

Su Mo: "No."

Wolin: "Then do you know how to drive this thing?"

"Yes——" Su Mo drew out the word, "probably."

He started the engine and stepped on the accelerator.

The hovercar lurched forward like a wild horse, crashing into the fence with a "thud."

Wolin's eyes widened: "I just got this new car!!!"

"Shut up, don't scream." Su Mo slapped him.

The operation of a hovercar in reality was different from the keyboard and mouse in the game.

Fortunately, the design wasn't particularly user-unfriendly. Compared to ordinary vehicles, the steering wheel was a freely moving sphere.

After crashing a few times, Su Mo gradually got the hang of it, lifting the hovercar into the air and steering it out of the park.

Seeing the hovercar flying further and further away, Wolin panicked: "Where are you taking me?"

Su Mo calmly said: "Finding a place to bury you."

Wolin was so shocked he screamed off-key: "Don't mess around! I'm telling you, I know people from the Iron Blood Alliance. If you dare kill me, they'll avenge me!"

Su Mo sneered: "Feeling like someone important just because you made some money and did business with Iron Blood, huh?"

"Have Iron Blood avenge you? You? Without you, they can't make augments, or can't beat the other two? Just a minor downstream processing factory, who the hell do you think you are?"

Wolin's face turned ashen, unable to speak.

In fact, Su Mo saying he'd bury him was just a scare tactic.

It was just a commission, no need to make it too big of a deal.

The contract had been obtained anyway.

Stopping here in time to avoid any negative impact, and since Wolin wasn't a significant figure, the Public Security Bureau certainly wouldn't put great effort into investigating, saving Su Mo a lot of trouble.

Su Mo drove the hovercar to a hidden spot, signaled KK to get off, then pulled out the keys and threw them onto Wolin: "You're lucky, bullied honest people, didn't end up with broken limbs from me, I won't do anything more to you."

"But remember this, this punch, is for all the workers you've oppressed!"

Su Mo delivered a heavy punch to Wolin's jaw, sending him into a dreamless sleep.

...

Wolin only groggily awoke the next morning, struggling to drive the hovercar back to Gael Industrial Park.

Su Mo had previously warned him, if he reported it, he'd be silenced, so no one in the park dared to make a fuss, staying quiet the entire night.

Once Wolin returned safely and called the sheriff, Su Mo and KK had already woken up and were brushing their teeth.

[Gael Industrial Park Surveillance Room]

The sheriff was reviewing the surveillance footage.

Watching the screen full of mosaics, he shook his head: "The intruder must have had an anti-surveillance jammer, nothing can be seen."

Wolin held an ice pack to his face, gritting his teeth: "Then what do we do?"

The sheriff pulled out a tablet, opened a gallery, and handed it to Wolin: "These photos are of repeat offenders on file at the Public Security Bureau, see if you find those two among them."

Wolin flipped through the album and shook his head: "No, they're not in here."

The sheriff said helplessly: "There's probably nothing we can do then."

Wolin was angry: "What kind of answer is that? Investigate, isn't that your job?!"

The sheriff shook his head: "Without a direction, it's hard for us to start an investigation unless you provide some clues."

Wolin thought for a bit then said heavily: "Anyway, they're two guys, one tall and one short!"

The sheriff looked at him as if he was a fool: "Sir, there are 32 million permanent residents in New Moon City, you want us to find a tall and short guy?"

Wolin: "And names! One's named L! The other's Qiluo!"

The sheriff searched the names on the database using the tablet, and shook his head again: "Can't find matching names, I also don't think they'd be dumb enough to use real names."

Wolin's face turned beet red, if he couldn't vent this frustration, it would drive him crazy.

He angrily said: "Then show me the citizen database, I'll look through it one by one, I don't believe I won't find them!"

The sheriff straightened his face, his tone turning serious: "Sir, please don't make unreasonable requests. The citizen database is private, we can't let you browse it freely."

Wolin roared: "That won't work, this won't work, then come up with something!"

The sheriff pulled Wolin aside, lowered his voice, and said: "Let me give you some advice, let it go. There are too many similar incidents in New Moon City, many are done by mercenaries and are impossible to trace."

"You haven't really lost anything, no one died, the car's insured, your face only took a couple of punches, is it such a big deal? Don't dwell on it, let it go."

Wolin glared with bulging eyes, angrily pointing at the sheriff's nose: "You're just being lazy! Dereliction of duty! I'll file a complaint against you at the Public Security Bureau!"

The sheriff couldn't be bothered to argue any more. He pointed at the badge on his shoulder: "The security number is here, write it down if you want to file a complaint."

Wolin, already boiling with rage, wrote it down.

Just as he finished, a phone call came in.

Impatiently, he answered: "Speak! ...What? Being sued for overdue payments? ...Didn't they have no evidence?...New evidence? Court summons?!"

The sheriff raised an eyebrow at the shocked Wolin and joked: "If there's nothing else, I'll be off. Need a ride? The court's next to the Public Security Bureau, you can file your complaint and go straight over."

Wolin lost control of his emotions, smashing his phone to the ground.

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