73: Increase difficulty?

It was afternoon, and Liu Yan walked out of the Bakshi entrance, laden with firearms.

Chen Yu's body had long been removed, but the medical personnel didn't stop their busy work.

"What's going on today? Why do so many people die every time?"

"I don't know. Before, at least one or two teams would survive from each batch."

"But now, almost every time, it's a complete annihilation."

"Do you think the difficulty of the Third District has increased again...?"

"Shh! Is that something you can say here? Do you really think the helmet microphones on these operatives are just for show?"

The medical personnel, working in pairs, systematically rescued the wounded while chatting amongst themselves.

One person performed surgery on the injured, while the other bandaged them.

With this coordination, the rescue speed was entirely sufficient to save these operatives before they succumbed to their injuries.

"Difficulty increased?" Liu Yan frowned.

From their conversation, it seemed that the difficulty had increased before.

Could the Third District be like a game, where hidden changes occur?

Liu Yan immediately shook his head. Even if the difficulty increased, it wouldn't affect him in the slightest.

Arriving at the Recycling Stall, Liu Yan skillfully handed his equipment and firearms to the Old Man at the Recycling Stall.

"About 4 million, no less. Calculate it and transfer it to my phone. I won't wait here."

For Liu Yan, entering Bakshi was no different from grinding in a game, checking the spawn points of resuscitation ventilator and heaven is round, earth is square.

He would loot all high-value items and then casually kill a few teams.

This efficiency and the amount of loot he brought out meant that the Old Man at the Recycling Stall always wasted a lot of Liu Yan's time when settling accounts.

In just half a day, Liu Yan had already earned over 20 million.

So, the two simply added each other as friends, and the Old Man at the Recycling Stall would transfer the money to Liu Yan's card after settling the accounts.

As for whether the Old Man at the Recycling Stall would shortchange Liu Yan, there was no need to worry about that.

When it came to estimating item values, even the Old Man at the Recycling Stall couldn't compare to Liu Yan.

If it were miscellaneous items, Liu Yan might struggle a bit, as looting miscellaneous items wasn't his strong suit.

But for equipment and accessories, even two Old Man at the Recycling Stalls together might not be as fast as Liu Yan.

After all, there were no price fluctuations in the Third District; only bullet holes on armor and helmets would affect the price slightly.

Even the daily fluctuations in games and the fake accounts on game pages wouldn't affect Liu Yan's estimations, let alone in the Third District.

"Little brother, wait a moment." The Old Man at the Recycling Stall called out to Liu Yan.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem with the price?" Liu Yan turned his head.

Seeing that Liu Yan seemed to have misunderstood him, the Old Man at the Recycling Stall quickly waved his hand:

"No, the price is pretty much what you calculated. It's just that I wanted to ask something."

"I heard them say that Chen Yu died?"

Liu Yan nodded outwardly, but felt a strange curiosity within.

He didn't know why the other party would ask him about this.

"Was it you who did it?"

Liu Yan's pupils involuntarily constricted!

How did he know?

Before Liu Yan could figure it out, the Old Man at the Recycling Stall shook his head and spoke:

"Besides you, I can't think of anyone else who could have done it."

"You only suddenly appeared in the Third District these past few days, right? Before I met you, besides Chen Yu and another student about your age, I haven't seen anyone this strong."

"But that student doesn't seem to have come today, so the one who could kill Chen Yu should only be you."

"And then?" Liu Yan narrowed his eyes.

The Old Man at the Recycling Stall sighed at his reaction.

The student in front of him seemed harmless, but the Old Man at the Recycling Stall, who often dealt with operatives, could instantly see certain things deep in Liu Yan's eyes.

This was definitely not something a student should possess.

"Don't be so hostile. We've cooperated for so long. I just want to warn you."

"Chen Yu's operations company is not simple, and given Chen Yu's position in the company, they won't let the matter of you killing him rest."

Liu Yan nodded.

"So they'll deal with me outside the Third District?"

The Old Man at the Recycling Stall shook his head.

"How could that be? Every operations company is authorized by The Authorities. How would they dare to lay hands on others outside?"

Liu Yan nodded.

Since they wouldn't do anything to him outside the Third District, then it was easy to handle.

"Alright, I understand. Thank you."

With that, Liu Yan turned and walked towards the Bakshi entrance.

"Hey, didn't you understand? They will retaliate against you!"

"If you see them, tell them that I'm waiting for them in Bakshi, they can come anytime."

Liu Yan waved his hand without looking back.

There was no point in hiding from such things, and besides, Liu Yan didn't have time to waste on them.

It would be best if everyone from their company came to Bakshi together, so he could wipe them all out at once.

Strike once to prevent a hundred blows.

"Brother Yan! Brother Yan!"

Liu Yan was halfway there when a voice called out to him from behind.

"Zhao Chuang? Why are you here?"

Zhao Chuang scratched his head and said somewhat sheepishly:

"Brother Yan, I want to go to Bakshi with you."

"No."

Liu Yan decisively shook his head. The incident with Fuji was still fresh in his mind. Although Liu Yan had confidence in himself,

that didn't mean he could 100% guarantee Zhao Chuang's safety.

"Brother Yan, I know you might think I'll be a burden..."

"Yes." Liu Yan answered without hesitation.

This made Zhao Chuang stunned for a moment.

That was too direct. Generally speaking, wouldn't people shake their heads and make excuses?

"If you want to make money, I can make time to take you to ordinary areas a few times, but not to classified areas."

"I'm sure you saw what happened with Brother Ji before."

Zhao Chuang was silent for a moment, as if making some kind of decision, and then insisted:

"Brother Yan, I'm not good with pretty words. I want to go in with you for only one reason."

"I want to become stronger, to become like you."

"That way, I won't just be watching your back on the screen, completely unable to help."

This reason was clearly not enough to convince Liu Yan, but it did make Liu Yan waver slightly.

The reason was simple: Liu Yan had once said similar words to others.

Liu Yan's awareness and game understanding were not innate talents.

He was very serious about games. Every time he failed, even if he lost to technology, Liu Yan would look for his own problems.

It was precisely this strict self-requirement and the post-game analysis of every match that forged Liu Yan's top-tier awareness.

Rather than awareness, it was a series of failures that led Liu Yan to only need a glance at positioning, and the scenes of past deaths and failures would resurface.

With such a process of elimination, finding the optimal solution became much simpler.

"Dying in classified areas has after-effects."

"I know." Zhao Chuang nodded vigorously.

Seeing Zhao Chuang's determination, Liu Yan no longer stopped him.

"I'll only give you one chance. If you die once, even if I save you in the end, I won't take you in again."

Liu Yan's tone was very serious.

"Okay." Joy was evident in Zhao Chuang's eyes.

In fact, Zhao Chuang had one thing he hadn't said.

That was, he had always remembered the kindness of Liu Yan taking him to make money before.

But when he watched Liu Yan being brutally killed, he was powerless.

He wanted to help Liu Yan seek revenge on Chen Yu, but he knew very well that if he went,

he might truly become a burden to Liu Yan, ultimately leading to Liu Yan losing to Chen Yu again.

So, after seeing Chen Yu die, Zhao Chuang realized that the opportunity to follow Liu Yan and improve his strength had arrived.

"Count me in too."

The two looked in the direction of the voice. Fuji had already put on his equipment and was standing not far from them.