Chapter 401 - 151 A-Level Plot_4

Chapter 401: Chapter 151 A-Level Plot_4

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Having stored up her energy, she decisively pulled the trigger against the horde of monsters surging ahead.

With a loud “bang”, a highly pressurized steam burst out, causing a large group of grunt monsters to explode into a cloud of blood, splattering all over the ground.

With a large number of monsters cleared away, the pressure on the other team members immediately eased.

At the same time, they were taken aback by Seven Brown’s increasingly outrageous equipment. They were all struck dumb: No wonder she didn’t receive any second-tier items, she’s already this strong?

But the monsters hadn’t been killed yet, now was not the time to rest.

Seven Brown shook her arms, and the alloy mechanical war-blade also flew out. Then she charged again towards the Ape King on her own.

Seven Brown brought out her top-notch mechanical equipment, dealing with a first-tier Catastrophe was a piece of cake.

Soon, the heavily wounded “Corrupt Giant Demon Ape King” was hit in the mouth with the gun muzzle, and several micro-missiles blew up his brain.

With the Catastrophe’s death, the crisis came to an end.

The Extraordinary Traits converged on the corpse, forming a glowing muscle.

Leonard Churchill walked over, and while devouring the extraordinary traits, he also stripped off the glowing muscle and sealed it in the Containment Card.

With the crisis resolved, everyone’s eyes were now fixed on the flickering silver muscle.

An A-rank Catastrophe, which yielded some very valuable silver materials.

But compared to the ammunition Seven Brown expended, its value wasn’t that much higher.

Leonard Churchill showed no intention of sharing and promptly put away the material.

Seeing this, the expressions of other team members turned sour.

The silver material was pretty valuable.

They were risking their lives exploring for this exact reason – money. Ne/w novel chapters are published at novelhall.com

But Leonard Churchill was completely unapologetic and said again: “The equipment was brought in by us, and the ammunition was expended by us. We didn’t even ask you to share the burden. I use it when I want to, why should I listen to your opinions?”

Deaths during the exploration of the Alternate Dimension were commonplace.

They were all also ragtag teams.

Everyone was a complete stranger to each other, not some kind of sworn bodyguards.

They were only responsible for their own lives.

Being veteran hunters, all of them understood this principle.

However, aside from Greenhair, the other members also wanted a share of the Spoils of War but didn’t say anything.

Seeing that he couldn’t deceive them, Greenhair seemed frustrated and changed his tone: “Such bad fucking luck, having brought that much high-grade ammunition and not telling us earlier, isn’t this a trap? If we had a Captain Kelson leading us earlier, we wouldn’t have been so passive. Now my friend died in the battle and there’s no spoils of war for us?Haha... do you think that’s fair?”

He appeared to be calling them out, but this guy was being very clever.

The subtext was that the team’s resources were unfairly distributed, and that was the result of their concealment. Now that his friend was dead because they didn’t use all their strength earlier, and they dared to monopolize the spoils of war?

Switching the perspective to Seven Brown, she might have actually felt guilty and proactively compensated them due to remorse, or even be more committed afterwards.

But upon hearing this, Leonard Churchill sarcastically remarked, “Haha, your friend?”

In the previous battle, two had died, three were injured.

This was under the circumstances that Seven Brown, who was outstanding in combat power, held off the A- rank Catastrophe by herself from beginning to end.

More people would have died otherwise.

These guys weren’t thankful, and now they were making a fuss.

As he spoke, Leonard Churchill glanced at the guy’s waist, saying: “If I’m not mistaken, the gun on the left side of your waist is loaded with Demon-breaking Bullets, right? If you weren’t so stingy with your ammunition and had opened fire earlier, your so-called friend wouldn’t have died. So, why are you blaming us now for your own decision not to fire?”

He had been observing these people from the beginning.

Greenhair had used that gun when he was fighting for his own life, but when his so-called friend was dying, he didn’t fire another shot.

Ironically enough.