"So blatantly bribing me?"

Suren suddenly felt that this fatty was very "spirited."

In a group of proud lions, a fox suddenly emerged, which was quite interesting, to say the least.

Moreover, this guy said very considerately, "Brother, don't worry about anything else. These are reasonable rules. Just accept it with peace of mind. Consider it my employment fee. The academy's trial rules state that you can use any available resources to pass, and there is no prohibition on hiring guides. If the teaching assistants would pay me any attention, I'd like to give them something too..."

Hearing this, Suren suddenly felt that this fatty was very much to his liking.

A family of merchants; no wonder he was so savvy.

Before coming, Qian Tiao had said that there might be shrewd students offering gifts to pass the trial, and told him to accept them without any worries. Suren accepted that thick stack of banknotes from the fatty without the slightest psychological burden.

The fatty breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Suren accept the money, and chatted casually, "My father told me that we don't need to be very powerful ourselves, just find our own professional positioning. I will be a great businessman in the future, and it's enough to know how to make money. Fighting is a matter for bodyguards. To be honest, I came to the academy just to get a graduation certificate. So I can show off in high society in the future..."

Suren smiled slightly as he listened. He had to admit that this honest fatty's words made sense.

Not everyone has to be able to fight, especially for those big consortia in the upper class who monopolize resources. Just leave the work of risking one's life to subordinates.

Charlie was very talkative, and he said mysteriously, "I have obtained reliable information that the school intends to increase the difficulty of the trial this time, and the number of casualties will increase to 10%. Although I know that Instructor August will definitely be with us, in such a complex environment, it is impossible for the instructor to take care of everyone. After all, there have been casualties in the previous trials..."

After a pause, the fatty added, "Moreover, I'm not afraid of you laughing at me, but the ones who die every time are people like us who aren't combat personnel..."

"..."

Suren was dumbfounded.

This guy really knew himself. In a practical trial, naturally the weakest were most likely to become the "casualty quota."

But so what if he was at the bottom? He even called them "non-combat personnel." This fatty really had a thick skin.

Having said that, Suren also took a special look. It seemed that the fatty's group was indeed a bunch of rookies who didn't even have the right stance holding a gun.

The powerful students had gathered together for the sake of the trial results, and the rest of them, the bottom feeders, had formed the fatty's group.

At this time, Charlie knew that staying away from the team for too long wouldn't be good. Without saying much, he leaned in and whispered to Suren, "In case we encounter danger, please take care of my team. Uh... especially me!"

Suren looked at the strong desire to survive. After all, he had taken the money, so he nodded, "Okay."

If necessary, he didn't mind taking care of this fatty.

But it seemed that a spring outing-level trial like this was completely unnecessary.

.......

Although the fatty, Charlie, had tried to avoid the sight of others when he came to Suren, some people still noticed his sneaky behavior.

One person told two, and soon everyone knew.

Now that they were still at the entrance of the cave and hadn't encountered any monsters, the students began to whisper among themselves.

"Hey, Charlie is probably going to bribe someone again. That guy bribed the examiner last time and barely passed. He's playing this trick again this time. He's really an embarrassment to our elite class..."

"Hmph, is a guide even worth spending money to curry favor with? I heard that those guys in the outer city treat even black iron plant equipment blueprints as treasures, and don't even understand basic alchemy knowledge. How powerful can they be? If something really happens, we'll probably have to protect him."

"Shhh... that's a gang member! I heard my mother say that gang members are ruthless murderers. Their minds are full of despicable and dirty schemes, and what they like to kidnap most are rich people like us from the inner city..."

"We must never provoke gangs. My father also said that those guys are like rats hiding in the shadows. They will use any means to achieve their goals..."

"..."

Suren could feel some vague gazes sweeping over him.

Although he didn't hear clearly what those guys were whispering about, it definitely wasn't to praise his handsomeness.

Thinking about it, in the eyes of those pampered young masters and ladies, he, an outer city gang member, was probably a grimacing monster...

......

As the trial team gradually went deeper, small-scale monster groups began to appear around them.

Probably because Suren and Kai had killed too many last time, only a few sporadic monsters that could climb walls appeared. They hung on the ceiling above their heads, crawling around like geckos.

At this time, the students gradually adapted to the dark environment, and their courage began to grow.

They shot and killed a few big rats that had strayed from their path, and the sound spread to the depths of the cave.

Then, they gradually attracted some small waves of monster attacks.

After the initial panic, the students gradually gained confidence. The monsters would die instantly under the powerful firepower.

Suren found it a bit boring.

Pure firepower suppression, without any technique or tactics.

But he finally experienced the fun of rich people in this world.

These rich second-generation kids' equipment was too luxurious. All kinds of alchemical bullets were like they didn't cost money. A single magazine cost tens or hundreds of thousands in ammunition.

Poor marksmanship?

No problem, let's get some high-explosive rounds.

Hitting the target was like using a shotgun, exploding in a range.

Too many monsters?

No problem either, let's get a machine gun.

If one shot doesn't hit, just fire a hundred rounds, and one of them will always hit.

It was like a group of players with godly gear coming to farm a low-level dungeon. Even if their level was low and they had no experience, it didn't prevent them from clearing the dungeon without taking damage.

Of course, this kind of scene would never appear in a "proper" wasteland hunter team.

With this kind of fighting style, the value of the cursed materials harvested was less than one percent or one-thousandth of the ammunition consumed.

Suren looked on with complicated emotions. If they had had this kind of equipment and firepower back then, they wouldn't have almost died here.

Sure enough, in any world, money can get you anything.

.......

However, equipment was only one aspect.

Suren had to admit that the knowledge possessed by these students who had undergone systematic learning was mostly at a truly elite level, crushing more than 99% of the people in the outer city.

Whether it was complex magic alchemy, mechanical armor, or medical skills, they were all proficient... Although the equipment supported them and their operations were immature, it could not conceal the halo of talent.

Much of the knowledge was in advanced fields that Suren had never even heard of.

He was good at firearms, so he naturally cared more about gunners.

There was a student in the team with pretty good marksmanship. Suren heard the people next to him call him "Jack." He seemed to be the only guy in this year's Black Tower Academy to have won the "Marksman Medal."

Along the way just now, he was also the student who had shot and killed the most mutated monsters.

In terms of skill alone, this Jack should have reached the threshold of a "firearms expert."

But that was all.

These students ultimately lacked practical experience.

A very standard procedural attack: draw the gun, aim, shoot... Everywhere you could see the rigid traces of training.

It couldn't be said to be bad, but this kind of gun skill had too obvious fixed traces and lacked some flexibility.

Moreover, to measure whether a gunman has reached the level of a "firearms expert," the most important thing besides shooting scores is the mindset in actual combat.

Suren was very confident that if he faced this Jack, the other party would not even have a chance to draw his gun.

But that was just a hypothetical enemy; they could never face each other.

After all, unlike those in the outer city who risked their lives to make a living, these inner city little nobles didn't need to risk their lives to gain that practical experience. This trial was already the most dangerous experience in their lives.

.......

"If the trial is completed like this, it seems quite boring."

Suren followed behind the team, not drawing his gun the whole time, and had no sense of participation.

The five teams pushed all the way, like playing a monster-slaying game.

They killed monsters and collected some samples of mutated monsters and water sources.

But these sporadic monsters didn't seem to satisfy their bursting sense of accomplishment, and there was still a long way to go before completing the mission.

They needed a more stimulating sensory experience and more monsters.

At this time, Jack, the leader and "marksman," suddenly remembered something and asked Suren, who was at the back of the team, "Hey, guide, which way should we go now? Where are the most monsters in this cave?"

His tone was very impolite.

Suren saw that the two teaching assistants did not speak, which was also tacit approval of the students' choice.

He thought for a while, pointed in the direction of the scythe in his memory, and said, "When we came here before, we saw the monsters running in that direction. I think that should be their nest."

Anyway, these guys hadn't had enough of killing monsters. It was a good thing to use their super firepower to clear this passage.

The two teaching assistants did not take action, and the second-tier instructor hiding in the dark did not show up either.

This team configuration was enough to sweep this area of the cave.

When everyone heard this, they became excited, "Okay, let's go there! This time, we must destroy the monsters' lair. Maybe we can even encounter a 'weird,' hahaha..."

A group of students were still immersed in the excitement of the adventure, but they did not know that the two teaching assistants following behind the team exchanged mysterious smiles.

ps. Tomorrow is the 1st, asking for monthly tickets and recommendation tickets in advance. Brothers, please, please~