Chapter 955: Section 626: Pursuit (Part 2)_2
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Well, this incident proves that you should never talk tough without a sure win. It’s a minor issue if you can’t back up your words, but it’s a big deal when you get roasted for it.
It’s just like that 2077 game, Malin only played for less than two hours the first time, still in the prologue, all happy and jolly. Then, just the other day during a vacation, he went and played it for a whole day, only to find it more and more unsatisfying. In the end, he discovered from the history log that those Poles, in order to stick to the release date, had cut half the game content and sold it.
Damn, Malin was really pissed off then but also felt lucky—for if it weren’t for this time travel thing, who knows, he might have been angered to death by those Poles. He heard it was the board’s decision to stabilize the stock price and not delay the release anymore. Although he wasn’t sure if the news was true or false, all Malin could find was a myriad of mockery and regret... Sigh, streetlights are always missing some embellishments.
...Oh, and Malin suddenly thought of something infuriating—he never once played any of the games he pre-ordered on STEAM.
Typical case of spending money like one has a fate to spend but no fate to play, so suffocating it’s unbearable.
With that sentimental thought, Malin shared with Jason the situation about the Silencer, and Jason was certain it was definitely a military AI, as he recognized the grenades as standard equipment of Earth’s military.
"I always thought these were standard issue grenades from the North." Malin weighed the egg-shaped grenades in his hand—these grenades had been produced in Carterburg long ago, and the soldiers said that although they weren’t as easy to control and throw far as the ones with wooden handles, they were superior in that you could easily carry them in your pocket or a small side bag, hanging the good old-fashioned ones with wooden handles and bombarding wildly.
"This must be an inherited design, and besides, a grenade isn’t exactly high-tech. Making a mold with shrapnel grooves allows you to directly produce the casing; it’s very simple," Jason said, his face contorting into a fierce grin: "If I catch that guy this time, I’m gonna stuff his memory full of electronic trash."
"That’s it?" Malin asked as he lit up a cigarette.
"What else can we do?" Jason looked at Malin, full of doubts.