Chapter 120: Chapter 120: The Law Does Not Punish the Crowd
"Something this big has happened at Team Red Tower, they definitely won’t be in the mood to keep attacking our checkpoint. Once they retreat from the sea, I’ll send a large force over to support you guys." Team Blue’s commander spoke cheerfully.
The three of them all answered in acknowledgment.
After hanging up, Dane and Jay Monroe felt tonight’s plan was a success and were still riding the high, ready to discuss the next steps...
Renee Morgan and the other four assault players nearly sighed all at once.
They didn’t want to get dragged in anymore, and even if they did, they couldn’t keep up. All they wanted was to sleep.
Jay Monroe and Dane started talking about the next plan, asking Renee Morgan for her thoughts...
Renee Morgan made a toothache gesture, hand resting on her cheek as she looked at Dane and Jay Monroe, yawning lazily: "I just want to sleep."
Jay Monroe frowned, disappointed: "Renee Morgan, what year were you born?"
Renee Morgan was sleepy, brain foggy, and reported the year.
Jay Monroe looked thoughtful: "Aren’t you supposed to be the Year of the Pig?"
Renee Morgan instinctively retorted: "No, how could I be the Year of the Pig..."
Then she realized Jay Monroe was calling her a pig, and a murderous glint flashed in Renee Morgan’s eyes.
Dane watched on with an amused look – given Jay Monroe’s skinny frame, if Morgan really stomped him with those iron feet, he’d probably fall apart.
The others all sat up straight, moving in to break things up.
"Morgan, don’t be mad, Monroe’s just joking. He said that because you’re as cute as a little piglet." Hart rested his chin in his hand, sounding utterly sincere.
"Yeah, Morgan, if we really wanted to compare ourselves to animals, you’d be like a pig, but a beautiful little spotted pig – the prettiest one." Bama expressed with literary flair.
"Morgan, actually there are lots of good things about being a pig. Their temper’s great, they’re gentle, adaptable, reproduce quickly..." Boland started listing pig facts.
"..."
Dane and Jay Monroe let out a "pfft," quickly covering their mouths, looking at Renee Morgan with totally innocent faces.
Renee Morgan looked at the four assault players, their faces dripping with sincerity, then at Jay Monroe and Dane – their calm faces, but eyes sparkling with laugh-tears.
If everyone’s guilty, then no one is.
The rage swelling in her chest, like a giant balloon, was about to burst at its peak. Then suddenly, a tiny needle popped it, and her anger vanished into thin air.
"Forget it, I still just want to sleep." Renee Morgan turned and crawled to the corner, curled up and closed her eyes, absolutely motionless.
Jay Monroe, Dane: "..."
The four assault players: "..."
The netizens had already witnessed Group 2’s "comforting" highlight reel, when Morgan stepped on a landmine deep in the woods. Didn’t expect them to see a "peacekeeping" highlight so soon.
[I’m dying of laughter, why does it feel like Hart and Bama are just telling Morgan she really IS like a pig?]
[Good temperament, gentle, adaptable, reproduce fast (sow)... Morgan: I suspect you’re insulting me, but I have no proof.]
[Haha, I feel like they’re not actually doing conflict resolution, more like they want Monroe and Morgan to go at each other.]
[Morgan really wanted to strangle Monroe, then realized there are just too many people she wants to strangle, so forget it.]
[...]
The rankings have already been reshuffled.
Kennedy is eliminated.
Team Red’s Hugh has 80 points and holds first place.
Team Blue’s Renee Morgan has 76 points and is second.
Team Red’s Louis has 35 points and is third.
Team Blue’s Dane has 31 points and is fourth.
Among the top four, each team holds two slots, Team Blue is just a tad behind.
The scores between first and second place are neck and neck, while third and fourth are also very close.
Foreign netizens are already speculating: in the next round, will Team Blue overtake Team Red, or will Team Red strike back and reclaim the home turf?
Probably thanks to the power of first impressions, fans are still hoping Renee Morgan will make a comeback, become a legend, win the championship, and be the No. 1 on the base battlefield.
The group of seven slept contentedly on the hay of the dirt hut.
Meanwhile, Team Red Tower was shrouded in dark clouds.
The Team Red commander ordered an inspection of the defense system and pulled out the communicator to connect to Kennedy and Jude.
No connection.
The Red commander had a bad feeling, tried connecting to Kennedy’s teammates next, but none went through.
He couldn’t help but recall that string of headshot points Team Blue just scored.
Jude and Kennedy, as well as the teammates Kennedy brought—did they all get wiped out?
Set Jude aside, those guys just got back from the sea—how could this happen...
Could it be, tonight Kennedy’s team returned to Team Red Tower, ran into Monroe and Dane escaping from the tower, and Morgan, the sniper hiding in the shadows?
Kennedy’s squad brawled with them, but so many people, didn’t snag a single kill, instead all got blown away?
The Team Red commander, like someone hit by a heavy blow, gripped the table and sat down in his chair.
The defense system inspection people returned quickly.
The Red commander, exhausted physically and mentally, pinched his temples, and when he looked up seeing their troubled faces, instantly got alert.
"Did they come back again?" he asked.
The group shook their heads frantically, stammering: "N-no, it’s the defense system itself that’s got a problem..."
"Oh, I see. Must be a defense system problem, otherwise Monroe and Dane couldn’t have gotten in anyway. So what did you find?" The commander’s face relaxed.
"It’s that the defense system was sabotaged by them." They hung their heads in frustration.
"Alright, just fix it as soon as possible." The Red commander didn’t blame them much.
"We... can’t fix it."
"How can you not fix it? Aren’t you all professional engineers? Aren’t you the kind who can create scientific miracles?" The commander’s neck got angry-red.
"..." If we’re talking scientific miracles, today’s science still can’t whip up a high-grade defense mechanism out of a pile of scrap.
The Red commander wobbled and fell onto his chair with a "bang."
If there were a moral divide in the base competition, their Team Red would surely represent justice, and Team Blue would embody evil.
Sneak attacks aside, how could they even demolish their defense system?
Is this something a normal person would do?
This is outrageous—simply outrageous.
Monroe and Dane sneaked into Team Red Tower, sabotaged the defense system (which now couldn’t be repaired or restarted), and after Kennedy’s squad returned to balance Team Blue, they all got headshot and eliminated.
A string of updates reached the sea, and morale instantly sank to the freezing point.
Louis was craving a smoke, but tobacco is banned in the base zone, so he was frustrated and went out of the cabin for some air, only to see a lone, slim figure standing nearby.
Hugh heard the approach, turned and glanced at him, silently looking away, resting a hand on the railing.
Louis walked up to him, and the two stared dazedly at the rolling waves.
After a while, Louis finally spoke: "Hugh, do you know Monroe well?"
It’s something Louis had noticed before: Monroe was one of Team Blue’s strongest players, and every time Hugh set a trap, it was aimed at him.