Chapter 763: Chapter 480: Lending a Hand, Entering the Instance (Part 2)

Your monthly target is to earn 70% of the total salary of all base personnel, including miners, security team members, and employees from other departments.

Commercial Spy: The Kai Bo Interstellar Group thinks you belong to them, but you actually have backing from other interstellar companies.

You came here to obtain commercial secrets, even if you don’t quite understand what value a notorious Prison Star has that would warrant your undercover investigation.

As a commercial spy, you’re required not only to strive to meet the performance targets of your apparent identity but also to deliver at least two valuable pieces of intelligence to your backing enterprise each month.

The tool for transmitting intelligence is hidden in your backside, and it is safe and effective most of the time.

Note: Regardless of the identity, if you fail to meet the monthly performance targets, this copy will automatically extend by one month until you meet the requirements or perish.

At this moment, Wang Zhifan found himself in a peculiar place.

There was no one around him, only an unknown material-made ground and walls stained with heavy metal waste liquids, and dilapidated metal isolation doors full of scratches at both ends.

The air here emanated a very unpleasant industrial smell, as if it was a factory that was old and worn but forcibly operated for years.

If not for his strong physique, Wang Zhifan suspected that staying longer would lead to illness due to industrial gas poisoning.

"It’s silent everywhere, and the dust particles in the air are motionless, it should be in a state of time freeze, waiting for me to choose my initial identity, which one should I choose..."

Having previous experience in copies, Wang Zhifan directly observed that the copy he was in was currently in a time stop state, and it couldn’t officially begin until he chose his identity. Thus, he started pondering which identity was most suitable.

"Newcomer, Veteran, Elite Miner, all require mining output, with descriptions indicating standard mech or advanced mech mining operations.

I have some experience with mechs, but I’m completely clueless about mining, so it’s not suitable to choose this one, and I don’t like doing such complex physical labor either."

"Ordinary security team member or security team captain has performance index of supervising miners and ensuring deaths remain within a certain range, which is a bit easier and interesting compared to mech mining...

But if I choose an ordinary security team member, I’ll definitely be controlled by the captain above and face many constraints, so being a security team captain is more suitable.

Although there’s one more requirement for performance, killing, and protecting are exactly what I’m good at."

"The identity of a base merchant seems quite nice too, as it seems to involve just selling goods in the store, but making 70% of all base personnel’s total salary might be challenging, and I know little about commerce."

"The identity of a commercial spy compared is purely a burden, not only requiring completion of apparent identity’s performance targets, but also delivering two valuable intelligence pieces to backing company each month.

How to judge if this intelligence is valuable? And what does it mean that the so-called intelligence transmission tool is hidden in the backside? Who’d dare choose that?"

Without thinking for two seconds, Wang Zhifan made a decisive choice, confirming his identity in this copy as a mining base security team captain, specifically one of the 16 security team captains in the base.

This security guard identity he remembered he was not dealing with for the first time, last time he encountered a similar situation was also in an interstellar copy.

Back then he was a security guard for an Interstellar Research Vessel, unexpectedly now he was managing miners on the so-called Prison Star.

As he made the identity choice, various noises emerged frantically all around, along with the mechanical voice broadcast from the hidden speakers overhead:

"All base personnel, attention! Immediately assemble in the Level 1 hall!"

"All base personnel, attention! Immediately assemble in the Level 1 hall!"

"Base commander will hold the end-of-month summary meeting!"

...

Thus, Wang Zhifan immediately started looking for the so-called Level 1 hall location, but fortunately, the copy endowed him with the ability to recognize the mainstream characters within, allowing him to find the button to open the metal isolation door in front of him successfully and use the signs along the way to quickly reach his destination.

During this time, he discovered this base was extremely huge and had complex internal construction, with many passages made of unknown solid materials, and various staff coming and going, occasionally passing through large machinery, warehouses, or office areas, without ever seeing any external scenes of the base, it was quite enclosed.

Upon reaching the expansive Level 1 hall, he confirmed the specific style of the security personnel uniform in the base and happened to encounter other security team captains.

This conveniently allowed him to covertly change the shape of the Invisible Deceitful Clothing to become the captain’s uniform and seamlessly blend into the crowd that was gathering more and more in the Level 1 hall.

At this time, three minutes had already passed since he arrived at the Level 1 hall.

Behind him, 20 subordinates in blue security uniforms with firearms gathered 100 thinly clad black-and-white striped prisoner miners in 5 rows, waiting for the meeting to begin.

On the sides of the hundred people he led, other security team captains similarly controlled their prisoner miners along with their subordinates, ensuring they gathered and stood properly.

If anyone was unruly, security team members would step up to whip or even fire warning shots.

During this period, Wang Zhifan unobtrusively observed all present people.

He found that all the security team captains and ordinary members were male, mostly strong white men, with a few being yellow or black, not easily identifiable which was a player’s role.

The 1600 miners in matching black-and-white striped prisoner uniforms were of various compositions, including not just white, yellow, and black people, but also some with unusual skin tones like purple.

Most were male, but several hundred of them were female.

Some appeared to be teenagers, while others had gray hair looking as if they could enter graves any time.

Some had a fierce gaze conveying a rebellious vibe, while others showed a face of apathy or fear.

It was truly a gathering of diverse figures, dazzlingly capturing one’s attention.

"That young yellow-skinned woman in the team over there stood out somewhat in my perception, she looks very calm, should be a player, though I don’t know if she’s from Xia Country...

Two white men in my team appear to be players too, and they’re conversing with each other, perhaps teamed up for this copy...

The total number of players in this copy likely exceeds ten, though it’s hard to fully judge quickly..."

Through preliminary observation, Wang Zhifan confirmed some basic personnel information, realizing there were players among the hundred miners he had to manage, so making these players obediently mine would not be a simple task, he’d need to be extra vigilant.

Soon after, as all personnel in the hall arrived, a sixty-year-old white man in a black formal suit walked out from the front passage.

The old man’s expression was stern, with concealed anger, exuding an aura that shouted he was the base leader.

He quickly strode in front of the people, beginning the ruthless end-of-month meeting proclamation, magnifying his voice through hidden microphones somewhere, causing ear drum pain for all present.

"All base employees, your performance for this month has been entirely accounted for!

Out of over 2000 people, only 14 achieved their individual targets!

This is truly a disgrace to our base! Absolutely unforgivable!"

"To change the increasingly poor evaluation from headquarters, I decide starting tomorrow at midnight to implement an all-out effort plan!

All employees will have their daily personal rest time reduced from 7 hours to 4 hours! Everyone must meet the headquarters’ performance requirements! To change their terrible impression of us!"