Stars, Players and Immortals

Chapter 6: The Wimpy Bull, Going to Jail Online.

"Name."

"I won't eat...Xi Hongshi."

"gender."

"..."

"It looks like a man, not a transgender person pretending to be a 'little cannon'."

"..."

"By the way, do all the people of Terra look like this? Did you leave your facial features back in your hometown and not bring them with you?"

"..."

"I'm asking you how to survive! Are you mute? Why did you come to Mars? Is Terra no longer feeding you? You can't even survive in the Nest, so you've come to Mars to scavenge for leftovers?"

"No, I..."

Inside the Mars Tribunal prison, Bu Chi Niu was forced onto an interrogation chair. Two guards sat in front of him, flipping through a whiteboard and making fun of him, while a barrage of comments scrolled rapidly in front of him.

[Damn, how could those two be so wicked! How could they say such vicious things... even though they're telling the truth!]

[Cow, they're humiliating you! How dare these mere NPCs be so insolent! Cow, with a single command, 100,000 cow dung (a title among the livestream viewers) will instantly flatten Mars!]

[Haha, cow dung, stop making your Martian grandpa laugh!]

[Hey, what's wrong with saying a few words? The Martian base isn't happy!]

[Hmph, Mars-themed hero still got blown to ashes by the British!]

[Local Ox, you're really in jail now!]

[The underdogs climbed to a high score!]

[Incompetent Group, Big Points] *99+

He wouldn't be interested in watching this if he didn't eat beef; that live stream just now made him incredibly popular.

He garnered immense popularity and traffic, making a huge profit in the end. But that's where the problem lies. He was just doing a regular live stream when he suddenly became a sensation, and so quickly that he didn't even have time to resurrect on Mars.

His resurrection coordinates are currently still in Terra.

This is very embarrassing.

If there were a Mars resurrection point, he would have committed suicide right now. Death is not scary; it is like a cool summer night, allowing one to sleep peacefully without worry.

However, if he were to die now, all the hard work he had put into obtaining the Mars colonization qualification would be for nothing.

In the rules of Stellaris, when a player logs off, their body instantly turns into tiny specks of light and disappears. When they log back in, they will reappear at the same spot where they logged off, accompanied by the same light effect.

Being forced offline during combat will result in penalties such as loss of experience, equipment durability, and debuffs, and these penalties may not disappear immediately and will require a loading bar.

When a player dies, their body disappears along with the death settlement. Although equipment may be dropped, under normal circumstances, unless the player chooses to revive on the spot, their corpse will not be left behind to be camped.

The resurrection mechanism is limited to a maximum of ten resurrections within seven days. Resurrection points typically include: the original location, city facility resurrection points, and faction-bound points.

He has just arrived on Mars and hasn't had time to bind a new respawn point yet. His only respawn coordinates are still in Terra.

In other words, if he chooses to commit suicide now, his body will immediately dissipate and he will be resurrected at the Terra spawn point. But if he doesn't do that, he will have to stay in the Inquisition's detention cell and sit in jail.

I am not reconciled!

He wouldn't eat beef and stared at the two jailers, his evil intentions growing stronger. I'm not one to be trifled with!

When the assessment was handed to the two prison guards, the results showed that the other guard was several levels higher than him and also possessed multiple sets of Martian cybernetic implants...

The BYD Homeworld timeline is so restrictive – it suppresses experience, levels, and equipment… Damn it, the developers' horses have flown away!

Faced with a formidable foe, Lao Niu chose to follow his heart, for a wise man does not stand under a crumbling wall, and decided to tolerate them for the time being.

As the live chat watched this scene, the same phrase began scrolling repeatedly: "[The loser group climbs to the top!]"

When choosing not to eat beef and following one's heart, the NPCs on Mars are genuinely planning to follow the procedure.

The jailer on the right had already pushed a preliminary record to the front and tapped a blank space with his pen:

"Foreign immigrant, abnormal behavior, and presence at the scene of a terrorist attack—I think we should first list him as a 'suspected accomplice in a major public safety incident' and have him stay in the detention area for forty-five days."

"Let's add another one: disrupting Martian order." The man on the left chuckled. "Anyway, they're from Terra, so let's shut them down first."

The man who didn't eat beef twitched at the corner of his mouth. Just as he was about to open his mouth, the prison door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and the two prison guards inside stopped moving at the same time.

The man who walked in was wearing the uniform of the Martian Holy Guard. He had short hair, a cold and hard face, and a calm demeanor that only someone who had been in the military for a long time could possess.

The two jailers present quickly noticed the newcomer's shoulder insignia—Second Lieutenant.

Within the Martian Holy Guard system, this is sufficient to serve as the commander of an SA squad, and a standard SA squad consists of three SA units.

By the God of All Machines, a lieutenant from the Holy Guard has actually come to this remote and dilapidated place.

The two jailers got up almost simultaneously.

"Sir!"

"Sir, why did you come here in person?"

Zhang Nanhai glanced at the two of them, his voice not loud, and he didn't try to put on any airs, but his indifferent tone only made people more nervous:

"Following the attack on the College of Cardinals, the relevant matters have been transferred to the Inquisition and the Covenant Army for joint management. All investigations involving immigration visas, on-site personnel, and unusual contact chains are now under my responsibility."

At this point, his gaze fell on those who didn't eat beef, as if he were looking at a file whose value had already been confirmed.

"Including this person."

……

……

Soon, he was released because he didn't eat beef.

When the prison gates opened, he was completely bewildered. Zhang Nanhai had simply asked him a few questions and then declared him innocent and that he could leave.

At this moment, the barrage of comments flew up in front of Lao Niu's eyes.

[Thank you, sir!]

[The military officer is so magnanimous!]

[This Martian soldier looks like a good person!]

[Run, you ox, don't look back!]

[There are still a lot of good NPCs on Mars!]

Bu Chi Niu originally wanted to turn around and say a few words of thanks, but Zhang Nanhai just stood by the door, glanced at him calmly, and then raised his chin, the meaning was very clear - stop talking nonsense and get out of here.

This officer clearly wasn't interested in the player's overly grateful routine and didn't intend to waste time in a place like this.

Seeing this, the person who didn't eat beef wisely said "Thank you, sir" twice, but didn't slow down at all, and slipped out of the detention area of ​​the courthouse while broadcasting live.

Zhang Nanhai stayed where he was, took over the remaining files, and continued to finish dealing with today's matters.

This terrorist attack resulted in the deaths of four cardinals; matters of this magnitude cannot be resolved hastily.

The church's first reaction was to investigate thoroughly, and border officials like him, who were responsible for Terra-Mars visa approvals, were naturally included in the investigation list.

Zhang Nanhai first reviewed several immigration visa records, removed Zhang Qiming from the list of key suspects, and then, following the line of the pound sterling, singled out the unfortunate official in charge of issuing visas and gave him a harsher punishment.

Yes, he was operating behind closed doors.

Actually, Zhang Qiming is not a strong suspect, after all, he is very clean in his dealings, and he was not the one who actually put the British pounds into Mars.

The official in charge of visa processing for pounds was another official, who, through Zhang Nanhai's manipulation, was directly targeted by the court.

This unfortunate guy had a large number of records of embezzlement and bribery discovered in the system's accounts.

All sorts of undocumented immigrants, underground merchants, and corporate smugglers slipped through his window, and the pound sterling was barely an important part of those bribery lists.

The court quickly came to check the water meter.

Before long, this corrupt official had become the Martian Electric Boy, his entire body merged into the Martian electric grid, and he was undergoing a transformation and recharging process on the Honesty Chair.

Unfortunately, the court was unable to find anything out about the other party.

This guy was really just a corrupt official; he genuinely didn't know anything about the terrorist attack. But the court didn't care about anything else; they just shocked him with electricity.

In addition, since this corrupt official's background was indeed not clean, the court first turned him into a Martian electric shock kid, and then gave him a full set of memory restoration treatment.

After being electrocuted and subjected to a "package deal," it was indeed proven that this corrupt official had no connection with the Sky Drive organization.

However, since there were targets set by higher authorities, the court simply made the case airtight and had the guy and his companions expelled that same day.

By the time all these procedures were completed, it was already dark outside.

After a busy day, Zhang Nanhai left the main building of the courthouse and took an internal route that did not use the public passageways, eventually entering an old residential area in the middle of the Sailor Valley Manufacturing Corridor.

This area was originally a small public garden for workers to rest in. However, due to the rerouting of the overhead track and severe magnetic interference in the vicinity, surveillance coverage could not be implemented. So, an abandoned protective cover was installed and it was used as a temporary enclosed area. Almost no one comes here on weekdays.

Outside the protective enclosure, there is the ceaseless traffic light track and the roar of industry, but inside the enclosure, it is excessively quiet, with only a few old ground lights on, casting a cold edge on the metal benches and artificial green plants on the ground.

Zhang Qiming was already sitting there.

He changed out of his Border Management Bureau uniform from the daytime and into a darker-colored casual outfit. He leaned back on the bench, looking no different from the mid-level technicians you could see anywhere in Sailor Valley.

Zhang Nanhai walked over, not facing him directly, but instead sat down at the other end of the bench. The two sat on either side of each other, back to back, like two people who had just finished get off work and happened to be resting there.

A train was passing by outside, and the low vibrations traveled through the ground.

Zhang Qiming spoke first.

"The person has been released?"

"Release them," Zhang Nanhai replied calmly. "Those...abnormal individuals are the 'helpers' you mentioned?"