78: Chapter 78 The Most Despicable Work in History

The next day, after a good rest, the six of them gathered together once more.

After handing their self-criticism letters to Zhang Lianqi, they received their mission tablets again.

Opening the A-Rank mission tab and looking at the now-grayed-out medicinal garden mission, they all sighed.

"What are we going to do now? We blew up the most profitable mission..."

Shen Zhou scratched his head. He had never held more than two hundred yuan in cash since he was a child, so after suddenly coming into a fortune of two million, he had set his sights on these types of missions.

"If you ask me, we should look for those sustainable, recurring missions..."

Chen Mo pondered for a moment, then finally placed his finger on an A+-Rank mission marked as 'Extremely Dangerous'.

"We've already tested the waters with A-Rank missions; they aren't very difficult, so this A+ one should be good."

"...?"

The other five people, excluding Chen Mo, all looked at him with puzzled expressions.

Not difficult?

The car was literally run until it fell apart, and you call that not difficult?

"What's wrong? Why are you all looking at me like that?"

"It's just cleaning up the scouts around the fortress. The scouts sent here definitely won't exceed Rank 3 Martial Artist level."

Old Zhang had come over while they were writing their self-criticisms yesterday, and out of curiosity, Chen Mo had asked him about the Abyssal Race.

Through the description provided by Old Zhang, a veteran scout, it became clear that the Abyssal Race's arrangements for scouts were completely opposite to those of the human race.

The human race dispatched powerful individuals for reconnaissance, but the strong among the Abyssal Race were exceptionally protective of themselves, usually sending low-rank Abyss Warriors to do these most dangerous tasks.

Therefore, Chen Mo decided to choose this mission to clear out the scouts around the fortress.

It's just Rank 3 Abyss Warriors; wouldn't hitting them be like spinning a top?

"Look, the head of a First-Grade Abyss Warrior can be exchanged for ten points, a second-grade for thirty, and a Rank 3 for two hundred!"

"Isn't this enough to make you feel tempted?"

Chen Mo's question left the others stunned.

This didn't seem to be a question of temptation, but rather a question of whether they could come back alive after accepting it.

But on second thought, it seemed they had someone beside them who could treat Rank 3 Abyss Warriors like spinning tops...

"Alright, then this is the one!"

Lin Ye, Shen Zhou, and Xia Li agreed immediately, while Su Qingyue was still considering it.

"Fine, let's go with this one."

In the end, the six of them reached a consensus, and Chen Mo took the opportunity to accept this mission that could be done for a long time.

At the Armory, the guard saw the familiar figures and immediately knew who had arrived.

"What is it? Going on a mission again?"

"Even the scouts in our fortress don't go on missions as diligently as you guys."

The guard opened the Armory doors with a chuckle, and several brand-new armored vehicles appeared before the group.

"Captain Zhang already guessed you would come, so he had us prepare three armored vehicles with different functional preferences."

One of the guards walked over and began to introduce the different functions of these armored vehicles to Chen Mo.

"Don't count on anything like thermal weapons; that stuff has about as much power as a slingshot once it reaches the abyss."

"So, this one is an armor-specialized model, with armor thickness increased from the original 18 millimeters to 45 millimeters."

"But relatively speaking, the speed is much slower, and it's not as agile."

"This one is lightweight; it can only defend against the slashes of a First-Grade Martial Artist. A second-grade one would cut a huge gash in it with one strike."

"As for this last one..."

The guard had a strange expression; he didn't know why Captain Zhang would send over such an experimental, bizarre product.

Didn't he know that those lunatics at the military research institute were crazy?

"To be precise, it's not driven by an internal combustion engine, nor is it driven by an electric motor."

"This thing is an enlarged, thickened Promax version of a bicycle. How fast it can run depends entirely on how much strength you have."

"The gear ratio is extremely high; ordinary martial artists wouldn't even be able to pedal it."

"Only mid-rank martial artists could pedal this thing, but armored vehicles are designed for low-rank martial artists. I don't know why those lunatics would come up with something like this..."

"This is the one!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Mo made his choice instantly.

Isn't this thing that runs faster the more strength you have perfectly designed for him?

Chen Mo finally understood why Captain Zhang had sent this human-powered vehicle over...

"?"

A question mark appeared over the guard's head, and he looked at Chen Mo with a bewildered expression.

A few minutes later, that human-powered armored vehicle, jokingly called the worst piece of crap in history, roared out, spraying sparks as it went.

"Holy crap! This thing has some serious power!"

Lin Ye gripped his seatbelt tightly, feeling like he could be thrown out at any moment.

"Hahahaha! This thing is great!"

Wen Wan also got excited. She didn't need to step on the gas pedal now; she just needed to control the direction.

"Move aside! We're going out to do a mission!"

Su Qingyue, who was still relatively calm, stuck her head out of the window and threw the pass directly to the guard responsible for opening the gate.

Seeing this, the guard didn't hesitate at all and immediately threw the gate wide open.

Seeing the gate leading to the Abyssal Rift wide open, Chen Mo, who had been holding back some strength, completely let himself go!

Under the watchful eyes of the guards, this bizarre, spark-spraying armored vehicle charged into the Abyssal Rift just like that.

...

At the Armory, Zhang Lianqi shook his head with an "as I expected" expression.

"Sigh, I thought this thing was going to rot in the warehouse."

"No wonder they say everyone has their own use; even the most bizarre things can find their most suitable application."

"Captain Zhang, is this really okay?"

The guard looked conflicted; that thing couldn't even be described as a chicken rib—it was completely a piece of trash.

"What's wrong with it? That kid Chen Mo has a lot of strength."

Zhang Lianqi waved his hand, not taking it seriously at all.

"This thing can only be effective in his hands; otherwise, it would just be gathering dust in the warehouse."