When Misha's HP bar recovered, Nemo screamed in frustration.

"SHE HAS A RECOVERY ITEM!! KEEP SHOOTING!! KILL HER!!"

Misha did not wait for the three to be the only one attacking. She aimed her AK-47 and pulled the trigger.

*BANG*

*BANG*

*BANG*

One of the gunners was new to a shooter game, so he was in the open. Three burst-fire bullets. .h.i.t his body, sending him staggering backward and killing him.

The other two hid behind a cover, peeking behind the nearest trees.

*BANG*

A bullet went through the skull of a peeking gunner. Another one got shot down.

The last one did not dare to look. He extended his arm and gun to the side, pointing randomly in Misha's direction and shooting blind.

That kind of shooting was not accurate. Soon, the gunner ran out of ammo.

*BANG*

"Ah!"

A 7.62×39mm bullet went through the arm with the pistol. Because of the pain, the gunner stumbled forward and revealed his body.

*BANG*

A bullet to the head, the last gunner went down.

With the last gunner killed, Misha switched her target to Nemo, who was panic-stricken.

"Y-Y-You are offending someone you shouldn't have offended! Our clan leader is from a n.o.ble family! No matter where you are in the Milky Way, they can-"

*BANG*

Misha had enough with this cliché character. She exploded his brain with another shot, cleaning the mess.

The dragonewt did not forget to loot everything, even the corpses.

*Mew* (I wonder if we can sell their bodies to the mafia.)

"Dafuq? We're not testing it by giving them to the Parthenon?"

*Meh-Heh Mew* (Well, we're working for a bunch of mafias. Let's think like a mafia!)

"…"

*Meh-Heh Mew* (Did you know that a working heart can be sold for a million MWD? Liver is 500k and kidney is 250k each.)

"You … How the h.e.l.l did you know about that!?"

*Mew* (Oh, I had been thinking if I should extract your heart and sell it to a mob on the dark web. Then, I'll regenerate it back. It's a lucrative job that I'm interested in, just in the case that everything has gone to s.h.i.+t, ya know?)

"…"

Misha did not want to know how did she learn about it. She put back her clothes and returned to the mafia center.

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"Oh, hey. You're back so soon," The demi-hydra clerk was surprised to see Misha again.

Misha unloaded the 100kg package by throwing it directly from her inventory to the demi-hydra's counter.

The bundle of crystal meth attracted the attention of the mobs in the lobby. They stared at Misha with round eyes in astonishment.

"Woah. That's a huge load."

"Haha. That missy got guts. She was carrying this load by herself."

"She got b.a.l.l.s, man. If it were me, I would have had at least a squad of bodyguards around. I wouldn't dare walking around with those."

The mafias laughed and made fun of Misha's naivety. However, the person of the gossip did not hear it.

"My master told me to buy the ingredients in this note. Can you prepare it for me?"

"O-Okay. Do you want me to deduce the commission for the ingredient costs?"

"Commission? Oh, right. Yes, please."

"Please give me an hour. It will take some time to gather everything."

"Sure. But one more thing, do you buy organs or dead bodies?"

The clerk gave Misha a weird look, "We do. Miss, are you in this business, too?"

"Eh, I ran into a bunch of troublemakers. It's a waste to dump these bodies to be eaten by zombies. I thought I could make money from it."

"You aren't wrong. Well, come with me, please. I'll introduce a specialist."

The clerk introduced herself as Eva. While they were heading to the B1 floor, she taught Misha about their businesses on the lower levels.

This place purchased and sold so many unexpected things that shocked Misha. Human body parts, cultivated viruses, living monsters, slaves, and brainwashed a.s.sa.s.sins whose ages were between six to ten! Everything was in the department of human trafficking.

The business underground was more sinister than Misha had thought.

Eva got to a room on the B1 floor. The palette above the entrance doors was printed as [Hospital].

"Hospital?"

"That's his shop's name. Let's get inside."

Misha and Eva entered the [Hospital] shop. When they got in, they were greeted by a human nurse. Inside the shop, it was similar to a modern hospital ward.

"Hey, Eva. What are you doing down here?" The nurse receptionist asked Eva while she glanced at Misha, "A client?"

Eva smirked, "A merchant. She has cargos that need your approval."

"Oh, okay. Come with me, Miss."

Eva smiled at Misha, "I'll be working on your required items. You ask her every question about human-trafficking or organ merchandise."

"…"

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The nurse guided Misha to a room with many metallic beds, morgue trolleys, and mortuary beds.

Misha took out 10 freshly new dead bodies of 10 players and lay them on each bed.

The nurse inspected the corpses and walked to a phone, which was hanging on the wall.

"Dr. Butcher. Come to the morgue, please."

Soon, a human with a lab coat entered the morgue. It was a middle-aged Caucasian man with pale skin and a trimmed beard.

He extended his right hand to Misha, gesturing a handshake in enthusiastic, "h.e.l.lo, I'm Dr. Harbor Butcher. You can call me Dexter. Pleased to meet you."

"Err, h.e.l.lo," Misha was taken aback by the friendliness. She shook his hand anyway.

"Okay, we have ten bodies," Dexter looked at the new bodies as he rubbed his hands, "This will take a while. Can I have your number? When I'm done with them, I'll give you a summary of the payment later."

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'Oh?'

Misha was surprised that an NPC could add a player as a friend, too. Without hesitation, she accepted.

"Good. Well, for a starter, if you have human bodies with workable organs, don't hesitate to bring it here. We're always short on spare parts since many mobsters here enjoy ruining their kidneys, livers, and lungs. Well, sometimes hearts, blood, eyes, and … genitals."

"…"

Misha did not want to listen to the details. Her face distorted from the awkwardness.

"When I finish my job, I'll text you. Also, do you have a bank account?"

"Do we have a bank on this island?"

"Yes, we do. You should make an account first, so it will be easier for me and others to transfer your money. Besides, you get good interest rates if you put them in the Mafioso's bank."

"Er …"

There was too much information that astonished Misha.

"Do you accept monster corpse?"

"Ah, I'm sorry. For monster bodies, especially zombies, you should tribute them to your race's Parthenon. But by chance, if you run into other mutated creatures, try to catch them alive. Many sick freaks here want them as pets. Well, they sometimes accept young female dragonewts, felionians, and demi-hydras."

"…"

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Misha exited the morgue and left everything to Dexter. She went to find the arms dealer for Arthur next.

It was not hard to find the guy. His shop in the mafia center displayed guns and grenades in the open, and it was the busiest store.

Misha had to queue for 30 minutes before she could reach the store clerk.

The store clerk had a name tag, Yuri Ohlolz. He was a half-bald man in a casual t-s.h.i.+rt and jeans.

"What are you looking for, miss? Er, you're from Walter?"

Misha pa.s.sed Arthur's note and his emblem to Yuri, "Arthur Flex asked me to pa.s.s this to you. He wants some hardware he had ordered."

Yuri took the note and glanced at Misha, "You're not only working for Walter but Arthur as well?"

Misha shrugged, "Dunno. They just use me for their errands."

"Okay. Is he still hanging around the trailer with Arthur?"

"Yeah."

"… I'll send my delivery guys," Yuri took Misha's note and patted it, "As for these, I'll put it on his tabs."

"Thanks."

"Don't forget to take that emblem back. I'll get in trouble if I take it."

Misha took the emblem back, put it on her cloth along with Walter's badge, and left the arms store.

As she was leaving, many mobsters glanced at her, but they averted their eyes the moment they saw Arthur and Walter's insignia.

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An hour later, Misha had opened a bank account using the Mafioso Bank. Although it was shady, it was convenient for dealing with underworld businesses.

Misha checked her account book after Dexter transferred the money for the dead bodies.

5,350,100 Dust.

She rubbed her eyes if she did not mistake the number.

Five freaking millions for 10 dead player bodies!

The mafia's business in-game was sinister and lucrative. She wanted to scream that the game was imbalance as h.e.l.l.

However, she received a notification from the game system.

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"c.r.a.p!!"

It was a wakeup call that Misha could not exploit the game by keeping selling player's dead bodies to the mafia indefinitely.

Misha calculated. Minus 20 Karma was the punishment for selling one player's dead body. Had she sold five or six more, she would have been sent to the PKer server, and she would not be able to log out ever again.

That would have spelled the true nightmare!

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Fortunately, the game was kind enough to guide players on the right track. Still, the punishment was harsh.

*Mew* (Be careful, d.a.m.n banana!)

"Meh! It was your idea!!"

*Meh* (No. The honorable me never tells you to do any shady business.)

"I have the f.u.c.king log of our conversation! It was you!"

The two bickered as they proceeded to the dragonewt Parthenon as their next destination.