[Dad, Mom. Let me tell you one thing, I have a job, at least 6,000 a month, and I also have five insurances and one housing fund. Don’t worry. ]
[My boss is called Wang Ba. Although that uncle is weird, he seems to be easy to get along with. There is also an older brother named Wu Sun, who is also a good person. I don't seem to have bad luck when it comes to meeting people. ]
Li Rui stuffed the diary into the drawer, put on his schoolbag and went out.
Now, he no longer has to worry about the dump trucks whizzing by on the road, because with the blessing of extraordinary power, even if he is hit by that thing, he will not die.
After thinking about it all night, he decided to make good use of this opportunity that came to him inexplicably.
Even if it wasn't for the wealth, fame and power that the puppet said, just relying on the strengthening of the body by the attributes of the secret realm could make him safer in the real world.
After attending class absentmindedly as usual, Li Rui came to Guotong Building again, took the back door elevator to room 1001, and then found Wang Ba in a small conference room.
The thin, bald man stood in front, with three people beside him.
Liu Shanshan, a red-haired female painter, leader of the action team of Bailihui Huangliang branch, secret agent level 28.
The sickly white-faced doctor, leader of the second operation team, Zhao Wuji, secret agent level 27.
A muscular gym owner, leader of the third action team, Hu Dali, secret agent level 29.
Of course, there is also the popular singing teacher at the elderly university, the skinny bald brother, the secret agent level 28.
These people all showed up during President Wu's meeting yesterday. They all gave up as soon as they saw the difficulty of Li Rui's copy, but I don't know what method Wang Ba used to convince them to let these few people. A senior secret agent came together to give Li Rui special training.
"Xiao Li, four team leaders are training you together. This is unprecedented. I know you must be very nervous, but you have to believe in our professionalism."
Wang Ba said, "Here, take this notebook. Tonight, we will tell you all the theoretical knowledge and rules about the secret realm."
Li Rui felt a little familiar with this kind of battle, as if he was left by the head teacher in the office after school to develop, and all the teachers from all subjects went into battle together to besiege him.
Don't ask him why he experienced this situation.
The beautiful painter Liu Shanshan was the first to open the ppt. She is a niche painter, one who is somewhat famous in the circle but not well understood by outsiders.
She used the laser pointer to point on the projection cloth in a business-like manner and gave Li Rui a tutoring lesson alone.
"What I'm going to talk about is the level of the secret realm."
She spoke very fast, with a very capable look, "The level of the secret realm follows the level of the agent. Level five is a level. In other words, if you are now level one, then the dungeon you encounter must be Level 1-5.”
"What is a level 1-5 dungeon? That is to say, under normal circumstances, as long as you are not particularly unlucky, the highest level of enemy and friendly NPCs you encounter is level 5..."
Li Rui's eyelids twitched when he heard the words "As long as he's not particularly unlucky."
Half an hour later, the lecturer changed.
The sickly doctor opened his courseware.
"Shanshan just mentioned something about NPCs, I'll continue talking, cough cough."
"Normally, the NPCs you encounter in level 1-5 dungeons are up to level 5, but if you are unlucky, you will encounter world NPCs, ahem."
"The level of this kind of NPC may far exceed the limit of the dungeon. They will wander in different secret realm dungeons and retain their memories."
Zhao Wuji's pale face made his eyes look even more gloomy, "Once you encounter such a person, you must remain vigilant. Whether it is an enemy or a friend, the most recommended way to deal with it is to stay away, because the levels of NPCs in the world are often very high. And it doesn’t have to be a friendly party. If you encounter dozens of levels of characters at level 1, it’s extremely easy to die violently.”
"Of course, cough, cough, don't worry too much. I said, only people who are particularly unlucky will encounter this kind of situation."
"..." Li Rui hesitated, and finally chose to take notes in silence.
After another half an hour, fitness coach Hu Dali came on stage.
"Xiao Li, you must listen carefully to what I say. The dungeon star rating is very important."
This man was wearing a black sports vest, showing off his crotch-shaped muscles. He even shaved his armpit hair. "The Demon Wind Temple you are encountering now has ten white stars. Whenever you trigger a new random or hidden event, , when the difficulty of the dungeon increases, the white stars will be converted into black stars. If all ten stars are black, it means that the dungeon has become the true highest difficulty."
"The final strategy we have developed is to avoid risks and control the number of black stars to less than five. Only in this way can you have the possibility of passing the level."
Hu Dali looked carefree, but his words were very organized, "But again, don't put too much pressure on your heart. After our special training, unless you are an unlucky guy who is particularly unlucky, as long as you stay cautious, you generally won't order it." Shine ten black stars.”
At this time, Li Rui couldn't stand it any longer and dropped his pen: "What's wrong with you, you wretches!"
...
After a night of training, Li Rui has mastered all the knowledge a new secret agent needs. It is not complicated. It is basically equivalent to understanding a new online game. It is the innate ability of most teenage students. .
Several other team leaders left, and Wang Ba said: "Don't be too tired, there are still six days anyway, let's take our time, come on, I'll drive you back."
Li Rui did not refuse and followed Brother Ba to the underground parking lot. He saw a red convertible sports car with golden flame spray paint on both sides.
You really took the contrast to the end, didn’t you?
He is thin and bald, an old university teacher, a grassroots leader of a secret department, and drives a cool sports car. No matter how he looks at it, his identities do not match.
Wang Ba raised his eyebrows: "My sports car worth 1.5 million should be able to take you home in twenty minutes."
Li Rui found that these secret agents seemed to be quite wealthy, and Liu Shanshan was also a famous celebrity, not to mention Hu Dali, a gym owner, and Zhao Wuji, a doctor.
"Brother Ba, even if your salary is high, you won't be so rich, right?"
Wang Ba said: "As a secret agent, it is not difficult to make money. That stupid puppet must have told you, right? You can get fame, power, and wealth in the secret realm."
He started the car and drove it slowly out of the parking lot. At the same time, he said in a low tone: "Besides, our income is indeed high, but the risks are also high."
Li Rui asked: "You mean the risk of exploring the secret realm?"
"No, this is not the main thing. Let's put it this way, why do you think the Department of Supernatural Powers spends money to support people like me?"
Wang Ba asked himself and answered, "Let's not talk about the secret confrontation with other countries and regional forces for the time being. The most important job of our secret agents in the mainland is to deal with a situation."
"We generally call this situation overlap."
