After traveling through time and becoming a social animal, Qin Cheng thought that he would be a bully for a fool leader again in this life.
Until I heard the reminder in my mind:
[The restricted zone breakout system has been loaded, novice gift pack: John Wick Pistol Close Tactics (72-hour trial version)]
In this resource-scarce world, virtual "forbidden zones" can redeem everything—gasoline, gold, and even destiny-changing technological blueprints.
But 99% of people go in to deliver equipment.
Entering the restricted area on the first day.
The supervisor @him in the work group: "The plan doesn't work, I will work overtime tomorrow to change it."
Qin Cheng turned off the group message with a backhand, picked up the Glock, and shot off his opponent's level 3 head at the dock.
"Sorry, in this class, whoever wants to join can join."
The next day.
The manager slapped the table in the office: "Don't reply to messages? You're fired!"
Qin Cheng looked at the 300,000 restricted area income that had just arrived in his account and smiled.
"Fired? Very good. My overtime pay and compensation will be reduced by one point. I'll see you in court."
When my former colleagues were still fighting for a 500 yuan salary increase, they were involved in internal affairs.
Qin Cheng has already emptied an arsenal in the restricted area.
When bosses are still using their power to play with the rules,
Qin Cheng used the "little gifts" he brought out from the penalty area to let them know what the real rules were.
"They say the restricted area is a gamble. If you can't evacuate, you will lose everything?"
"Then why do I look like I'm just here to purchase goods?"
