online game world gate

Chapter 158 Final Preparations
A cheap coffee shop in the suburbs of New York City, New York State, USA.

There are some stains on the walls inside, the desktop is not very clean, the wooden floor is not only old but also a bit dirty, if it is not for the dim lighting, sitting here itself makes people feel uncomfortable.It is rare to find a coffee shop like Tian-chao, because coffee seems to be a bourgeois drink; but in the United States, where coffee is more popular with the public, this kind of place is more common.

Taking the coffee handed over by the waiter with no smile on his face, whose uniform was a little dirty and wrinkled everywhere, he took a sip with a graceful and luxurious attitude, then closed his eyes, and shook his head to savor the coffee. The silent turtle had no choice but to Admittedly, he couldn't taste the difference between this thing and Nescafe instant coffee...

"Cough." After a very impolite cough sounded in his ears, the tortoise raised his head and looked at the waiter with a longer face than before for a long time before the tortoise suddenly realized, took out a few coins and put them in the in the hands of the opponent.

"Hmph!" The waiter snorted angrily, threw the coin on the table, and walked away.

The tortoise watched a coin worth ten cents roll upright on the table, then fell to the back side, began to draw smaller and smaller circles on the table, and finally came across a coin that had fallen On the five-meter cent coin, "buzzing buzzing" for a while, it finally rested on his brother who was only half the value of him but was about the same age as him.

The tortoise opened its mouth wide and took a sip of coffee, swallowed it and said, "What happened just now? Didn't he mean to ask for a tip when he was standing next to him and kept coughing? Why did he throw away my money? Could it be that he wanted my phone call?" Is it?"

[Stop being so sentimental.As far as I know, tipping with coins seems like a very disrespectful behavior. 】

"Huh? Really?" The tortoise's voice was very abrupt in this coffee shop - but this was not because of the quality of the customers here, but because other than him and the waiter in this coffee shop, No one else was there at all, "Hey ~ capitalist countries are really a place where money is spent. You can even pick and choose the money you give for free."

[There is no logical relationship between your words before and after, you mentally handicapped. 】

The tortoise put down the empty teacup, carefully picked up the coins that had been spilled on the table one by one, glanced at the deserted street outside the window, turned around and walked to the waiter, and pointed at the waiter with an authentic Beijing film The face shouted: "Boss, check out!" In a few blasting syllables, his saliva was sprayed on the waiter's face.

The waiter replied in Mandarin, "Sorry, I don't understand Chinese."

【... Hey... you two are mentally retarded, I don't want to say anything...】

The tortoise sat down on the counter boldly, then turned over and fished out a gray-black plastic bag: "Damn it, you really made Nescafe coffee for me! You still have the nerve to point at eighty dollars A cup of civet cat coffee asked me to recommend Na Hun Dan! Believe it or not, I'll call 315 and complain to you, scumbag!"

"This is a beacon of democracy, a country of freedom, and a paradise for us." The waitress pulled over a chair next to her, and sat on it with her legs crossed and her buttocks crossed, her arms folded, her expression very arrogant, "315 consecutive points He can't manage his internal affairs well, and he still wants to extend his clutches to this paradise where everyone is equal? ​​Ridiculous!"

"..." In view of the fact that the subject of the waitress is very dangerous, even if it is a book on the street, it may be 404, so the very responsible Brother Turtle did not continue to discuss this topic, "So—Dead House No. 1?"

"Bingo. From the moment you asked for the bill with Beijing Movies, I have become the dominant consciousness of this body." The waitress snapped her fingers—unfortunately, she didn't make a sound. After curling her lips in displeasure, she He continued, "Speaking of which, this is also the first time in ten years since that party that I met you face to face in reality. I really miss it."

Turtle rolled his eyes: "I don't miss it at all. A thin monkey who looked like an albino patient ten years ago suddenly turned into a plump brown-skinned woman. I can't accept it. So—isn't this your clone?"

The waitress repeated as if she had heard something funny: "Clones? Are you talking about people who look like me? Ha, she is not fundamentally different from those people, but she hasn't had time yet In that way, I didn't split a personality to her. You don't really think those are clones, do you?"

The tortoise was silent for a while, squinted its eyes and smiled: "Your words are a bit too informative... But I really don't think those are clones completely made by you. After all, you are just a psychology undergraduate from Western Pacific University. graduate."

"It's a good thing you still remember." Although she said so, the waitress looked worried, "But I don't like hearing you say that. Besides, I have serious things A Ph.D. in Biology from Harvard, and a Ph.D. in Materials Science from Yale? The certificate is [-]% produced by the original factory, and I haven’t even touched the finished product before.”

"Roar—" the tortoise narrowed its eyes and replied contemptuously.

However, the waitress—or Dead House No. 1 didn't seem to want to stop there. On the contrary, she called more and more: "So, don't compare me with you two scumbags. A third-rate university in China. Graduated useless uncle, a marginalized person who disappeared without even finishing college, I am not on the same level as you two scumbags! Do you understand! Why do you show such a surprised expression! We explored each other Isn't it a daily reserve item!"

"..." The tortoise scratched his head with a embarrassed smile, "Yes. But before the player came to this world, to be honest, I didn't take things in that group very seriously. So the few times we played Plan confrontation, my plan is directly handed over to Doomsday to operate. I thought you were playing some role-playing game."

The waitress let out a long sigh: "Oh. Forget it. Speaking of Doomsday, how have you been with him recently?"

【……Ugh?What do you mean?you already know 】

Hearing the cuteness of the GM in his mind, the tortoise smacked his lips: "It's not bad. If this is the case, I can finally confirm that he is Doomsday... Let's get serious, you come to me this time, What's the matter?"

"Ah, that's right." The waitress raised her hand again and snapped her fingers. This time it was successful, although her voice was not very loud, "Now your player team is probably exploring the Foundation Site under the New York City government, right? In addition On the one hand, you already have sufficient clues about abilities and Cthulhu gods."

The tortoise frowned, took a pack of Nescafé coffee from the side, tore open the bag and brewed it: "Are you showing off? Now that there is basically martial law, communication is inconvenient, and there are few living people on the ground. intelligence-gathering capabilities?"

"No, I'm not that bored yet." The waitress looked at the coffee bag in the turtle's hand, thinking, "I mean, no matter which expansion pack it is, the preliminaries will be over soon. We With this kind of progress, others won’t be too far behind. What needs to be cleared is a copy of Cthulhu, and immortal players are also indescribable existences.”

"...so what?" the tortoise carefully shook the coffee cup.

"So, let's talk about cooperation—it's impossible." The waitress laughed maliciously, "The game we plan to confront is not over yet. My A+ level plan is coming to an end, Brother Lu's Three S-level plans, at least two of which are on the verge of being implemented, but what about you? Your plan—will soon fail completely."

The tortoise got a little impatient with this oblique way of speaking: "What are you talking about?"

The waitress smiled meaningfully: "I'll give you good news for free. The 'Show Project' proposed by brother Lu, your dungeon boss companion, has been discussed with others, and it will be launched directly after the preliminaries are over. There is no need to discuss with someone any more.”

"..." Although the tortoise tried his best to pretend to be calm, his instantly dilated pupils betrayed his shock, but he didn't know it, so he pretended to be calm and changed the subject, "You know it's called 'Sao Project' What? How much do you know?"

The waitress finished clicking, followed his topic and said, "How much do you think I know? 'SAO Project' or something. This naming scheme is indeed in Brother Lu's style, a little fancy, but actually very simple and rude. "

…………

Watching the tortoise walking alone on the empty streets of New York, the waitress smiled meaningfully, stroking the flesh-colored vine-like tentacles growing from the bottom of her neck, and said to herself: "It's really not my image. It’s very inconvenient to use—you can’t even snap your fingers. Well—this way, the preliminary preparations will come to an end. It’s about to end—as the villain Boss, will I die? What do you think, brother knight ——Number 2—sister... well, if there is no one, there will be no one.”

(End of this chapter)