Ryan Carter reached into his pocket, intending to pull out a tissue, but found that he had run out. He had no choice but to walk over to the dining table and pull a tissue from the box on the table to wipe his glasses. In fact, Ryan Carter's eyesight was not nearsighted, but due to the special nature of his eyes, he still insisted on wearing a pair of lightly tinted glasses at times to avoid certain unnecessary troubles.

“So, next, we have to protect him? Since we have to protect him, how are we supposed to participate in the Night of Slaughter to earn reward points? Isn’t the side mission the Lord God gave us just wasted then?”

David Clark couldn’t help but mutter. Clearly, he had originally been looking forward to going out at night to kill and earn reward points, but now with this so-called hidden mission, he knew that was becoming a distant dream. After all, David Clark also knew they weren’t strong enough to take an ordinary burden out to kill, and if anything happened to this burden, the whole team would be instantly wiped out by the Lord God. Who would dare take that risk?

“That’s not quite right. Anyway, I think that gods never do things that are absolutely meaningless. There are some miracles we can’t understand or comprehend, but that doesn’t mean they’re truly useless. Also, the trigger for this hidden mission is conditional. Because we chose to enter the villa and look for a place with security facilities, with the protection of the security system, it invisibly reduced the difficulty of our main mission. So, the Lord God simply set up a hidden mission here for us, which also increases the difficulty of completing the mission. If we had just wandered the streets until 7 p.m. when the Night of Slaughter began, we would never have triggered this hidden mission.”

Mr. Harris nodded. He walked over and patted Ryan Carter on the shoulder. “Kid, you really surprised me. I now officially announce that you are accepted as a member of the China team, recognized as a teammate by us veterans. Now, let’s work together to get through this damned mission world. By the way, you should introduce yourself. What’s your name?”

“Ryan Carter.”

As Ryan Carter spoke his name, he nodded calmly. Being accepted by the veterans didn’t seem to stir much emotion in Ryan Carter’s heart. In fact, ever since entering the Lord God’s world, Ryan Carter had always given off a very steady and calm impression.

Actually, on a deeper level, ever since that fire took away his family, Ryan Carter’s heart had already closed off. All he had left was a pursuit and longing for the so-called “god.” In a way, Ryan Carter was actually quite similar to those fanatics who dreamed of meeting the so-called “god,” only Ryan Carter was more calm and decisive, and more logical in his thinking. Of course, now Ryan Carter had finally found a path to meet the “Lord God.”

“Grace Bennett, you and Ryan Carter are responsible for checking the windows and details of this villa. Be careful not to miss anything. David Clark, you’re in charge of taking this woman and these two kids and locking them up somewhere else. I’ll take the protagonist Sang Ding to activate the villa’s security system. It’s already six o’clock, and seven isn’t far off. Everyone, get ready. I have a feeling tonight will be anything but ordinary.”

“Got it, Mr. Harris.”

“I’ll go check the house now.”

Grace Bennett glanced at Ryan Carter, and Ryan Carter naturally followed behind her as they went upstairs to check the windows on the second floor. Meanwhile, David Clark stared at the voluptuous body of the female owner, a lecherous smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, and said in a low voice:

“Let’s go. I’ll just lock you all in the basement. It’s quiet there and won’t get in my way. Heh heh.”

……

“Ryan Carter? That’s a nice name. What did you do in the real world before?”

Walking past a row of floor-to-ceiling windows, Grace Bennett took the initiative to speak. Previously, she had only felt a bit of interest in Ryan Carter’s fair and clean appearance, but now, after their earlier conversation and analysis, Grace Bennett was starting to become interested in Ryan Carter as a person.

“I wrote books.” Ryan Carter crouched down, carefully checking whether the joints of the floor-to-ceiling windows were tightly closed.

“Oh, so you’re a writer. That’s interesting. I remember when I was little, I used to think how nice it would be to marry a writer with a scholarly air, fill a house with books, lie on top of them, breathing in the scent of ink while… making love. Tsk tsk, just thinking about it is enough to get me excited.

Heh, Ryan Carter, do you think I’m a really cheap and shameless woman? I’ve slept with that David Clark, with Mr. Harris too, and in the last mission world I even forced a few handsome guys to do it with me.”

Ryan Carter finished checking this section of the floor-to-ceiling windows and, confirming they were tightly closed, stood up and walked over to another window. Hearing Grace Bennett’s question, he replied in a very indifferent tone: