Catastrophe Card King - Chapter 401
Chapter 401: Chapter 151 A-Level Plot_4
Translator: 549690339
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.
If they didn’t speak up now, it would be harder to do so later.
Finally, a green-haired youth couldn’t bear it any longer and spoke up: “Hey, that, the silver material… we should get a share too.”
This was peace mode, he wasn’t afraid that his teammate would turn violent now.
Based on their intel, if they only explored the first layer and killed this Catastrophe, the biggest crisis would have been resolved.
A falling out didn’t matter now.
Once out of Alternate Dimension, who would remember who?
Seven Brown silently watched from the side.
She faintly guessed that the reason why Leonard Churchill had held back from acting earlier seemed to have a deeper meaning.
Now seeing the greedy looks in the eyes of these guys, she seemed to understand.
Leonard Churchill glanced at the man and said indifferently: “This Catastrophe was killed by my friend, it has nothing to do with you.”
Stunned by this remark, the green-haired youth flashed a cunning look in his eyes and retorted, “Nothing to do with us? My friend died, and you’re saying it has nothing to do with us?”
This guy had noticed earlier on that Seven Brown had generously expended a large amount of valuable special ammunition to save a person and had concluded that she’s a fool who he thought was benevolent.
Maybe he could get some benefits by speaking up.
Leonard Churchill saw through his cunning mind and replied indifferently, “Oh, sowhat?”
The green hair, unable to control his anger, yelled: “You clearly have such powerful mechanical equipment, why didn’t you use it earlier? Did you have to wait until we’re in danger before using it?”
Upon hearing this, Seven Brown also showed a slight change in expression.
If taken literally, the accusation was indeed valid.
If she had fought with full force earlier, perhaps no one would have died.
But somehow, being judged from a moral high ground didn’t sit well with her.
Yet she didn’t know how to counter.
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 highgrade 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.