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Chapter 936 NPC Punishment System - Part 2

As the two guards fell to the ground without their heads attached, the Weasel immediately blew a whistle with his fingers, indicating to his teammates that the coast was clear. The Raccoon returned the whistle, and the Weasel promptly searched for the keys to the warehouse while the Cockatrice jumped to the roof and entered through a secluded half-open window at the end of the building.

"Found it." The Weasel said as he unlocked the doors and checked the surroundings once more before pulling the bodies inside the warehouse. (And their heads by kicking them in)

He hoped that the other villager NPCs would not come by to check on their location anytime soon, else they might notice the blood on the ground. But in any case, the Weasel already prepared a trap at the front door to alert him, if someone else planned to come into the warehouse to check on the mess he left. After all, he needed time to help himself to the stockpile of all the villager's food supplies within.

"How can they be so stingy when it comes to handing out rewards?! They obviously have more than enough to feed the whole village for months!" The Weasel badmouthed them as he began pocketing certain food items for himself. Meanwhile, the Cockatrice had already picked up the scent of the gunpowder and started to point to his pal to where to find it.

"Go search for Panda Medals or other pricey looking stuff! They might have something that could make us rich with medals!" The Raccoon exclaimed, seeing that the Weasel was successful in killing the guards and managed to enter via the back.

"Heh! Don't expect much! This is just a storehouse for their supplies. There is no way they are stupid enough to put money in here. If anything, we are better off trying to steal from the village chief hut, maybe he has something-" the Weasel was suggesting his ideas, but stopped as they heard his trap being activated. A loud snap from the metallic jaws of the bear trap which he placed could be picked up with his astute hearing, as well as the cries of the villager in pain.

"Ah, shit! I forgot to keep the door closed!" The Weasel cursed as he recalled the door was left ajar. No wonder the villagers had managed to find the scene of the crime this quickly.

"God damn it! You had ONE job! Quickly go get the firecrackers. I should be able to hinder them for a moment. I'll see you at the meeting point." The Raccoon ordered as he rushed forward to the main door and silenced the noisy villager with his weapon.

As soon as he managed to deal with the villager caught within the bear trap, one problem leads to another. This time it was the NPCs from the village. Knowing he needed to buy some time for his friends to steal the firecrackers, he started smearing some blood on his hands and even slash himself with his weapon to make it real.

The pain was temporary, but it needed to be obvious enough to be convincing. He was not sure how real those AI's could be but being in Jin's dungeons a few times, he believed that they were advanced enough to take pity on him. And thus, the Raccoon began his fake act in order to show that he was innocent.

"Help! Help!" The Raccoon Pandaren cried out with crocodile tears, as every NPC of the village came out of their homes armed to the teeth to search for the culprit. He then lied to them that it was the work of a Nian underling that came rushing in and had killed the villagers. Despite incurring injuries, he tried to rescue the villager that was dead on his arms and his friends were now chasing after the culprit.

"Oof, that is one terrible lie, and the acting is only satisfactory." Kraft joked as he saw those fake tears going down. "Still, got to give him credit for bringing those tears out. hahaha!"

The villagers started to discuss among each other while the village chief called reinforcements to be sent to secure the perimeter. But just as he thought that he was able to convince them, the aura around the village suddenly turned heavy when one of the guards went to check on the pile of blood at the warehouse's entrance.

At that point, a shake from the guard's head made the mob of villagers hold on to their weapons tightly. Soon, the Raccoon Pandaren realised that they were not buying his lie. All of the villagers had their eyes staring at the Raccoon with disgust as if they had already discerned who had actually killed their fellow member. Nevertheless, the Raccoon tried to push for his 'innocence' further, attempting to justify his lies.

"I am really sorry that I could not save- huh?" Before the Raccoon could say anything else, he suddenly felt that his eyes were blurry and numbness overcame his entire body. Only then, did he notice that a sword had pierced through his chest. All this time, he had a dagger prepared and was aware of his surroundings, but he did not even hear anyone snuck upon him.

"You piece of trash." A low husky voice was heard from behind the Raccoon as the field of view in the theatre slowly turned towards the back.

… And everyone in the theatre cheered loudly.