"Holy crap, the Thomas spin, an aerial 3600-degree turn! This guy's moves are really awesome."

"I'll give a 10 for that acute angle turn, alright!"

"Even Tiger is a clown compared to you."

"Are all you Super Earth people like this?"

The Truth Department at the situation room, looking at the good buddy flying around in the sky, swallowed hard, feeling relieved that he didn't hastily decide to go up himself back then, but instead let his little brother take the hit for him.

He looked at Tutu and Jianxue

"What do we do, my buddy seems like he can't get down."

Jianxue opened his mouth, didn't say anything, and kicked Tutu forward

"Uh... well... once the fuel in the engine runs out, he should fall down."

"Don't worry, we only filled the engine halfway, at most he'll fall in about an hour."

"An hour? Won't my buddy end up with a lifetime psychological shadow?"

The Truth Department feigned ferocity as he grabbed Tutu

"That's my dear brother! My cherished kin, my blood brother!"

"We need more money, four thousand euros are not enough, at least up it to 5000."

Jianxue, standing nearby, immediately waved his hand: "Okay, okay, 5000 it is."

Although he didn't own shares in the studio like Mantou, besides the explosive manufacturing, he was the first to invest in building the beverage factory. He earned way more than an average player each month without having to frequently go to the battlefield, so he definitely wasn't short on money.

However, what neither expected was that just as the price hike was agreed below, the good buddy above, in a panic, kept pressing the engine switch, which stopped the engine. The whole person plummeted from dozens of meters high to the ground, and the players on the ground immediately ran in that direction.

"It's down! It's down!"

"Holy crap! It's a crash! For sure Lao Da elbowed him down! It's Mamba spirit!"

"MAN! What can I say! Mamba Ote!"

"Will that thing explode when it hits the ground?"

"Hard to say."

By the time the player found the crash site of the good buddy, the engine was shattered, with Chun Er spilling all over, but luckily it didn't explode.

The iron frame was smashed to smithereens, deformed ridiculously, trapping the pilot inside, unable to move.

As for the good buddy, of course, he was more breathing in than out.

The smell of roast meat was even wafting through the air.

"No!!!"

The Truth Department pushed aside the crowd of onlookers, ran to the front of the aircraft, and lifted the good buddy

"Little brother! Little brother! How are you?"

The barely alive good buddy was about to log off at any moment, but still tried to open his eyelids, weakly saying

"Big... Big Bro... my butt hurts..."

The Truth Department glanced at his butt, which was sizzled by the engine's heat on the heat shield

"Your butt is already cooked, plus didn't you turn off the pain sensation? It doesn't hurt, it's just an illusion."

Then whispered softly in his ear

"Quickly log off, we'll get an extra 500 euros in compensation for you."

The good buddy nodded slightly, then closed his eyes and logged off, extending his legs.

"Wow!!!!"

The Truth Department suddenly cried out loud

"My brother, why did you die!? I was planning to buy you a car and find you a bride, and now you're gone before I could even buy the car!!!"

The publicity department quickly caught on, joining in the mourning "Why were you after that bit of vanity? I told you not to go, but you insisted!!!"

"....."

Everyone was speechless, thinking how shameless can these people get, weren't you the ones who pushed your brother into doing it?

And did you really need to act so sad?

Anyone who didn't know any better would think your brother really died. He didn't even see you this sad when he was wading through a cesspool.

Jianxue, feeling a headache: "What are you two doing? Hurry up and get him out, we still need to recover the engine."

This engine is worth over ten thousand, even he can't afford to throw it away as scrap metal, and although it's busted, it might still be repairable. Just hiring another newbie to be a scapegoat would suffice.

"Damn it!"

The Truth Department glared fiercely "Didn't you see my brother died? I'm really sad here!"

Tutu: "Then move him out to the side to mourn properly. Can't you see how bad the social atmosphere becomes when you smash him up like this?"

What if no one volunteers to be a guinea pig next time?

Meanwhile, on the other side, the publicity department subtly signaled the two, rubbing three fingers continuously, and mouthed—add 500 more.

Damn!

Screw you.

Jianxue cursed inwardly at their shamelessness, reluctantly pulling out 5500 euros from his bag.

The Truth Department immediately stopped crying, forcibly pried open the deformed iron frame, and dragged the body out. Such an intact body should reduce the resurrection time to about 36 hours if brought back for recovery.

Just that some parts of the cyber body might be broken from the fall, which would require paying for repairs with the Residents.

Then the publicity department eagerly grabbed the money, cheerfully saying, "It's alright, let's continue to cooperate next time. We'll make sure you get top-notch service."

The other newbie players, watching this scene, were envious beyond belief, knowing that dying once would earn them so much. Had they known, they would have fought to go up there.

Only Jianxue and Tutu, along with others, looked worriedly at the pile of scrap metal on the ground

Tutu: "It doesn't seem feasible; the mineral wool board couldn't withstand the engine's high temperature, and the buddy's butt turned into a teppanyaki. We have to find new materials."

Jianxue: "I'm afraid just heat shields won't suffice, we'll need a full set of thermal suits, like those made of aerogel materials astronauts wear, should be good. Also, your operation mode needs adjustment to avoid such blunders, and don't use such a large engine, it's completely oversized. Better make it a jetpack...."

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