My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 147: Why did I become an officer in the game when I said I’d come to build reputation? _2

Chapter 147: Why did I become an officer in the game when I said I’d come to build reputation? _2

Compared to those fierce monsters and mysterious plots, they preferred this lively, yet not boring, scene before them. Brought up as hands-on manufacturing guys in the first half of their lives, they had a passion for construction and creation that far exceeded destruction.

"You two, hurry up!"

Upon entering the camp, they heard Shovel Brother urging them:

"How come it’s taking you so long to chop wood? It’s not like I’m asking you to cut down a real tree. Come on, set up the fences. I’ve called some NPCs for help. We still have to set up their tents. Quite a busy day today."

"Damn, I’m here to play, not to do hard labor. What are you rushing for!"

Mud Truck scolded, feeling that Shovel was applying his professional habits and treating him like a laborer.

All Risk Semi-Trailer, however, saw a bunch of NPCs carrying stuff around disorderly, others remaining idle, some arguing about food distribution. All men among their ranks had been dispatched to the urban ruins, leaving women and children in the camp.

But equally noisy.

"This state of camp won’t do!"

All Risk Semi-Trailer shook his head while helping with the fence. He quietly said to Mud Truck and Shovel:

"There’s no discipline, no clear planning! Although the troublesome men have been removed, even women can cause trouble in this condition. If it isn’t managed properly, I’m afraid there will be bloodshed tonight.

Aren’t the NPCs in this game supposed to be intelligent? Why hasn’t the person in charge taken any action yet?"

"Intelligence doesn’t mean omnipotence."

Shovel scoffed and said:

"The person in charge here is a twenty-three or four-year-old young girl who’s still studying in a college for half-body people. With your twenty years of HR experience, you know what university students are like.

No matter how smart she is, this is her first time dealing with such a situation. How could she have much experience? 100% realism is supposed to be like this."

"Right, this young lass Milian has no notion of urgency."

Mud Truck stuck the cut tree deep into the dug hole, swinging the shovel and saying:

"In a situation like this, strict, taming measures should be used to handle the refugees, then impose rules on the crowd with the residual power, choosing competent people to handle professional tasks. The person in charge of food should only manage food, and the one responsible for supplies should be solely in charge of that.

Accommodation is the most important.

In the past few nights, everyone just escaped and could make do. But if the shelter is not sorted out tonight, there will be chaos.

Sir Morphy allowed Maxim to decapitate seven disobedient bastards which gave Milian proper authorization and authority, but the girl didn’t seize it.

I suspect she hasn’t realized why vampires need to see some bloodshed in the camp.

Oh, too young, she only thought about doing her job well and ignored the fact that not all people are rational. She hasn’t eaten a lot of bitter fruits."

"They’ve started fighting! Wow, so thrilling! Look quick! They’re pulling each other’s hair."

All Risk Semi-Trailer let out a cry of surprise, attracting the attention of Mud Truck and Shovel who were guiding a group of NPCs in their work.

Good Lord, a group of women NPCs at the food distribution point were already fighting, pulling hair and slapping each other with pig-killing screams. A bunch of idle spectators were watching the chaos and shouting aimlessly.

"So intelligent, It’s exactly like the ones I’ve seen before."

Shovel curled his lips, picked up the shotgun next to him, raised the barrel and fired a shot.

The gunshot instantly silenced the chaos. Slowly putting down the smoking gun, Shovel used the Calculating Pearl to translate what he wanted to say, and then asked a teenager around him to shout it out loud.

"Everyone! Go back to where you belong! Control your hands, violate the rules again and I’ll send you back to the city!"

This blunt threat worked wonders. The women with blood on their faces immediately bowed their heads and scattered quietly.

They all escaped from the city and were well aware what being sent back meant. The guys with silver tags around their necks were all warriors of Sir Morphy. They didn’t dare to mess with these underlings of vampires.

Same as their previous life habit in Cardman City.

"Nice one, Shovel!"

Mud Truck punched Shovel’s shoulder and laughed.

All Risk Semi-Trailer, who had just entered the game, watched this scene thoughtfully. He had a clearer understanding of the NPC intelligence that boasted "absolute authenticity" in this game.

The reactions of the NPCs in this random event were godly!

Exactly like those troublemakers in reality.

"Hey, brothers, why don’t we give some advice to the camp manager?"

All Risk Semi-Trailer contemplated for a few minutes, and quietly suggested to Mud Truck and Shovel:

"Even just some recommendations would do. Didn’t Ayu’s post mention that this camp will later become our newbie village? The safer it is, the better. We can’t let it continue to be in such a mess, can we?"

"Giving advice? How are you going to do that?"

Shovel scoffed and said:

"The language of these NPCs is systematic. We can’t learn it in such short notice. The translations of the Calculating Pearl also have limits; translating no more than 200 words at a time at the very most. Miss Milian told me that this device can accommodate a microphone module. With that, instant translation can be achieved and communication would be much easier.