binary dead train

Chapter 336 Trust ([-])

Turing tilted his monster's head, and his narrowed pupils swept the Iliad up and down.

"Is this what you said, 'create our own glory and legend'?"

Facing Turing's sarcastic tone, Iliad felt a little embarrassed:

"Please take your time, Mr. Blazer...I don't think this is unacceptable..."

The monster looked at him with a half-smile but didn't speak.

"I think I told you before... an ordinary arena rookie can get more than a thousand competitive points in a Mayfly event, but in fact, most of the survivors, they only have Hundreds of competitive points."

"80.00%, if we hand over [-] points to the other party, then our points will only fall back to the level of ordinary over-limit fighting beasts."

"And if we fail in the battle with Razor Mazan, the evaluation of us by the Great Holy Grail will be lowered. At that time, we will fight against simpler opponents!"

"So I think... this deal is worth doing!"

The Iliad spoke the truth.

Steel bone protein rubbed violent sparks with the monster's movements, Turing stood up from the carpet, walked slowly to Iliad, and lowered his head condescendingly:
"You're just farting, Iliad."

"Failing in the arena and playing fake matches means that it is an unexciting beast fight, and the most exciting part of an unexciting beast fight is when the winner kills the loser."

"You're joking with my life and money. It makes you look like an overly naive kid."

"and……"

Turing stepped forward suddenly, interrupting Iliad's utter words.

"Why can't I think that you are in collusion with the other party and want to take my money?"

"This...you don't trust me?"

Iliad stepped back, feeling an obvious and heavy depression coming from the monster's body, which made him shiver:
"No, you misunderstood me! I just don't want you to die in this battle that is absolutely impossible to win! Because if you die in the battle, my performance evaluation will be absolutely negative, and..."

Having said that, Iliad gritted his teeth.

"As for the position of agent, it takes a lot of money to take it..."

"Really?" Turing withdrew his head, his expression still the same, "Can I understand your current behavior as a performance-like inducement?"

"No, what I said is true, Mr. Blazer, I can show you the manual that belongs to the broker..."

"Of course, but that's something you gave me, and you can modify the contents as you like."

"Oh my god, don't you have any trust in me after getting along for nearly a week?!"

Iliad was about to die.

Turing narrowed his eyes again, returned to the soft carpet and lay down again:

"This topic is meaningless, and this transaction is not valid, because I can't come up with enough so-called points for the transaction."

"What?!" Iliad was shocked, "How much did you use..."

"Mr. Iliad, why don't we change the angle, why do you think that the combat power converted to 5000 points can't kill a so-called popular player?"

"Of course it's impossible!" Iliad spread his hands, his voice raised, "I've seen the match of Razor Mazan, it's a cruel, real monster, it belongs to the group that lacks humanity among the unrestricted beasts, Enjoy the monsters in the arena!"

As Iliad said, his emotions gradually gathered, he hammered his palm hard, and paced back and forth uneasily.

"So, it's such a beast, you let me play fake matches with him?" Turing sneered.

"No! That's the proposal of the other party's manager. Blade Mazan doesn't understand this... He is a monster with a sinking mind, but he will listen to the manager! Such a deal is an unspoken rule in the arena, and it is not uncommon. And Blade Mazan uses this method to accumulate his points..."

Listen to the agent...

A squinting Turing remembered the message.

"The evolution he has is not just 5000 competitive points, let alone..."

Iliad was still talking, then raised his head and looked at Turing:

"You also used the points to exchange for things that a lot of physiological upgraders would use..."

"I also bought a multi-structure deformation training robot."

"Then how much do we have left now?!" Iliad was shocked.

"Of course...it's all used up." Turing raised his neck and grinned.

"You..." Iliad opened his mouth wide and stared at Turing, "That's five thousand points! Five thousand points! Do you know how much it is converted into issued currency?! What exactly did you buy..."

Speaking of this, Iliad shut his mouth immediately.

That bunch of knowledge only used by physiology upgraders, plus a robot, is probably more than half.

And the monster's appearance at the moment obviously has undergone a lot of upgrades, and it seems to have some mechanical equipment on it... Damn, what the hell is this guy doing while I'm not at home? !
Iliad took a deep breath and rubbed his eyebrows:

"That is to say... we have nothing left now?"

Turing looked at Iliad with some amusement, watching his reaction.

For him, the other party's proposal is like placing himself in a social class and becoming the one who is squeezed and exploited, and of course he will not agree.

"Give me the opponent's information, Iliad."

"I'll kill this guy, you don't need to worry about the rest. Besides... I need to correct something."

"It's not 'how much do we have left', it's 'how much do I have left'. The 5000 is mine, and even if you can make suggestions on where they go and what to do with them, that's just what I can take, or not It's just a suggestion. How to use it is my freedom and the price I bear. When you contribute to my game, you are entitled to dictate what I have won. You think I am right Right?"

Seeing mouthfuls of white gas sprayed in front of him, Iliad's expression was not very good:

"You're right, but...as an agent, I have to bear a part of the risk...I have my part in it."

"What's the risk you're taking? Losing some money? A price to get you over the threshold? So what do you think my risk is?"

Iliad stared at Turing's bright red pupils, remained silent for a long time, and finally lost the battle and collapsed:
"It's life..."

"And your proposal is tantamount to making a joke of my life. If you really want to protect the interests of both of us, don't dictate too much. As the commander of the spring, I am the one who will take the stage."

"I'm sorry... I understand." Iliad took a deep breath, "I didn't think it through enough... I was too anxious. But right now... we have to find a way..."

"Give me the opponent's information, Iliad. If it's a popular player... Killing that guy should bring me a lot of competitive points, right?"

"You don't really want to beat the opponent head-on in the ring..." Iliad rubbed his face vigorously.

Is this your method... and the information has not been shown to you yet, isn't this too arrogant?

"Then do you think there is another way?"

"No……"

"That's right. And it must be... a battle that seems to have no suspense but is extremely exciting. The reaction of the audience should bring me more points."

Seeing the monster not worried at all, but thinking about the effect of the program, Iliad could only sigh in his heart, and took out his holographic communicator:
"Here, I'm turning it over to the indoor device."

Although he had already expected that the willful fighting beast would not agree, he did not expect that the other party would settle the score so clearly, and he still hadn't found a way to refute the other party with his mouth.

"Mr. Blazer, I hope you can understand... I'm not out for profit, I'm just... looking for a way out for our newly formed small group. If you die in the ring... I will get incalculable rewards Loss, this is not a problem that can be solved by replacing a player..."

Iliad smiled wryly.

This small dispute was enough for him to see the distrust of the monster, but if he didn't say something to make it up, the relationship between the two parties would probably not be too good.

Turing looked up at him and opened his mouth, but the words he was about to say were interrupted by a noise.

The two looked towards the center of the hall. It was the holographic image that Iliad had already connected and projected, with an incoming call message jumping on it.

"It's Mazen's manager..." Iliad tightened the holographic communicator in his hand and looked at the monster behind.

"Don't record me in, the rest is up to you."

The holographic image call in this world, when the docking sampling is turned on, will automatically identify and sample the characters on both sides of the call, and project each other in a holographic way, just like a face-to-face conversation.

What Turing means is that his state at the moment cannot be exposed to the opponent, which is the basic consciousness.

"I know……"

Seeing the indifferent appearance of the monster, Iliad, after a brief hesitation, stepped on the principle of Turing, adjusted the angle and chose to connect.

"Hello, Mr. Finitz. How are you thinking?"

A bald man in a blue high-reflective suit appeared in the center of the hall with a deep voice and turned his back to Turing.The projection of the holographic image made mottled light particles appear on his body.

"Mr. Miluo, I... just wanted to reply to you." Iliad glanced through Miluo's holographic figure and glanced at Turing behind him.

"So, you mean, accept it?" Mi Luo in the holographic image grinned.

"Uh... no, no, Mr. Miluo. Can you give us more time to think about it?" Iliad thought inwardly, but did not give an absolute answer.

"There are still two days before the competition starts, Mr. Finitz." Miluo still smiled with a relaxed look on his face, "Although I can wait, even come to me before I take the stage, but...Mazan doesn't like variables, he doesn't Be patient like me."

"This..." Iliad hesitated, "Then I think..."

"Mr. Finitz, you look very troubled...Let me guess, maybe your points have been used up early?"

(End of this chapter)