Two weeks later…
Chen Xing was in the underground training room, using a public computer to check his data.
[Male Refugee (Great Elite Level, Spiritual Sea Messenger)]
[Life status: Health]
[Strength: 25]
[Agility: 62]
[Physique: 15]
[Spiritual power: 30]
[Innate ability: unknown]
[Viruses that may be carried: none]
When agility has been improved to this level, the effect of intermediate agility potions is already very small, and high-level potions must be used. But his strength and physique are not up to standard yet, and using advanced medicine will damage blood vessels. At this time, there were still more than 17,000 gold coins left in the budget of 35,000 gold coins, and he began to purchase intermediate potions for strength and physique.
Another two weeks later, Chen Xing's attributes were refreshed again.
[Male Refugee (Great Elite Level, Spiritual Sea Messenger)]
[Life status: Health]
[Strength: 31]
[Agility: 62]
[Physique: 19]
[Spiritual power: 30]
[Innate ability: unknown]
[Viruses that may be carried: none]
"well……"
Looking at his poor strength and physique, Chen Xing couldn't help but sigh. He's stuck in a situation where he can't improve.
At present, the intermediate potion has expired, but his attributes have not yet reached the minimum standard for using high-level potions - strength 35, constitution 20, or strength 20, constitution 35.
There are still 4 points of strength and 1 point of constitution left, and you may die if you risk using high-level potions. He had seen it before, bleeding from all the orifices, which was very scary.
This is also why the old monster Black said that he "will stop at the guard level". His talent is not good enough, and at this juncture there are gaps. He must use hero potions and obtain special bloodline to continue to improve.
After passing this threshold, he is at the quasi-guardian level. The thirty-five thousand gold coins originally planned to be used to buy medicine, only thirty-one thousand were used, leaving four thousand. So he bought an intermediate psychic potion and tried to break through the second bottleneck. However, he failed to break through the bottleneck and ended up lying in the medical area for three days.
After wasting more than a thousand gold coins, Chen Xing did not dare to try again, and the remaining money could only be used to buy equipment.
On the other hand, Big Cat has completed strengthening for a while and is learning skills. Chen Xing took a look at Big Cat's attributes and was quite satisfied.
[Fat male refugee (quasi-elite level, strongman)]
[Life status: Health]
[Strength: 50]
[Agility: 6]
[Physique: 17]
[Spiritual power: 8]
[Innate ability: Rock Skin]
[Viruses that may be carried: none]
Big Cat, like him, is less talented. Although the strength is not bad, the other attributes are not so good. The bottleneck period of spiritual power is 8 points, which is even more pitiful than Chen Xing's 15 points, and what's more, it's also the spiritual sea that awakens. But fortunately, the big cat's spiritual power bottleneck is so low, his spiritual power will definitely not be much higher. The spiritual sea can increase the level of mental power, at least the spiritual power is enough.
But no matter what, with their current attributes, they are already stronger than most people in this safe house. Strong men at the defensive level rarely end up living in the Black Death Continent.
Thinking of this, he suddenly understood why Aqiaomu appeared here.
As the saying goes, if there are no tigers in the mountains, monkeys are kings. Judging from the situation that day, Aqiaomu probably had quasi-guardian strength. He probably took advantage of the Crow City fire to make a fortune and piled on the attributes.
With such strength, naturally he is not afraid of being exiled here. The only way for her to get rid of the stain of "traitor" is to let the system delete her identity and then obtain it again.
Everyone's identity information is linked to DNA fragments. If the system has not deleted it, there is no point in reapplying. But if you are exiled to the Black Death Continent and then smuggled back, you can reapply as a refugee.
A lot of powerful families are clamoring for a female guardian-level powerhouse, so there is no need to worry about identity issues.
Next, Chen Xing went to the shopping street to buy equipment. The current budget is more than 6,000, which is very generous. To be honest, there is absolutely nothing to browse in the store at the safe house. There are no competitors and no bargaining. There are only two options: buy or not. There is no fun in shopping at all.
Chen Xing picked a high-density fiber bulletproof vest "Qinghong IV" produced by Three Phase Heavy Industry. The design follows the consistent style of Three Phase Heavy Industries, which is simple and lightweight, and feels almost like a tactical vest when worn on the body.
Sanxiang Heavy Industry is a group company of Yingren. After Xiaodongzhou turned into scorched earth, the Ying people who escaped established their own country in the central wilderness - the New Dongzhou Empire.
Although it is an empire, its territory is only a few hundred thousand square kilometers, and half a tank of oil can pass through it. However, the Ying people were ingenious and hard-working, and built a prosperous city in the wilderness.
That city is called "New Edo". Chen Xing has never been there, but he has heard about it for a long time. It is said to be a paradise for rich people. It has the largest casino and red light street in the world. It is a place where people are drunk and rich.
"Qinghong IV" is a high-end product that can withstand frontal fire from a 7.62mm sniper rifle. It is worth 725 gold. Chen Xing readily gave it to him because he couldn't negotiate the price anyway.
Then he bought a black and gray bulletproof helmet.
"Niutou I" is produced by Red Clay Heavy Industry. It is mixed with 1% fine gold and manufactured at ultra-high temperature. Its surface is as smooth as a mirror. It can slide 12.7mm sniper bullets away and remove most of the impact. It is worth 890 gold.
Then came the leather boots.
"Landwalker XII" is a multi-functional all-terrain boot made by Chongshan Industry. It is made of sacred mountain cowhide and stitched with gold silk. It is waterproof and breathable. It has a service life of 17 years and is worth 618 gold.
Then there are various small equipment, bullets, and medicines.
Ultra-light long-distance walkie-talkie*2, made by Longhe Industry, waterproof and shockproof, effective distance 3km, weight 112 grams, worth 210 gold;
High-density fiber waterproof tent*2 + cold-proof sleeping bag*2, manufactured by Donglu Company, worth 29 gold;
Hunter-grade 12mm black titanium pistol bullets*7, from Westwood Industries, black titanium content is 3%, worth 237 gold;
7-point 62mm black titanium rifle bullet*15, Nishiki Industries, black titanium content 1%, worth 155 gold;
7.62mm Super Guren sniper bullet*15, Ryukawa Industrial, made of uranium 777, worth 126 gold;
Medium-sized therapeutic needles, enhanced Fordin, quick-acting hemostatic bandages, military stimulants...
Six thousand gold coins seemed like a lot, but in fact, they were all squandered in less than half an hour. But in this way, Chen Xing is armed to the teeth. But there were no plans for the next step. Chen Xing decided to rest for another month and wait until he mastered "Psychic Compression" before considering his next move.
A few days later, in the shooting center of the underground training ground, Chen Xing held the Black Star pistol for training in both hands.
Under his guidance, the star sand in the body is combining two by two, and then flows into the training bomb along the texture of the gun body. After five times the time of the charged shot, the bullet was finally filled with twice the compressed psychic energy. The trio of runes bloomed with light, and with a "bang" sound, blue flames more than one meter long were erupted from the muzzle.
The tin puppet fifty meters away was penetrated, and the stuffing erupted backwards. The warhead's lingering power left a bowl-sized hole in the rear buffer wall.
"Oh, my God." "Brother, what kind of skill is this? It's so powerful." "It's so strong!"
The exiles nearby saw it and were amazed.
"Psychic compression combined with charged shooting is introduced in the book." It wasn't a secret anyway, so Chen Xing said it directly. Nowadays, it is difficult to improve personal strength. The only way to increase combat effectiveness is to organize a team. Accumulating reputation among the exiles early is preparation for the next step of development. Then he explained some tips on using psychic powers to the onlookers. In fact, most of them were in books. He was just a porter.
But the effect was surprisingly good. Many exiles have a low level of education and do not have the patience to read and cannot understand. I benefited a lot from his explanation. In the following period, he would go to the shooting center every day to provide free guidance to the exiles.
It didn't take long for Chen Xing's reputation to spread in Security Station No. 27. Because his surname was Chen, the exiles called him "Master Chen."
In this charred land, the exiles are both dependent on each other and wary of each other. You and I live and die, but we depend on each other for life. This mode of getting along is like hyenas in the savannah, hugging each other for warmth, and ready to bite each other's throats at any time. Although it seems very contradictory, it is real.
"Would you like to play video games for a while?"
At noon that day, after lunch, Da Mao suggested to Chen Xing.
"Okay."
He has been busy studying and knowing recently, and Chen Xing also wants to relax. The game machine that Big Cat refers to is actually a gambling pinball machine that is very popular in security centers.
Leaving the rest area, the two came to the entertainment center. This place is a bit like the underground casinos in Hong Kong in the 1990s. It was noisy and smoky.
"Come on, come on, the deal is gone!" "Go, go, go!" "Leopard, leopard!" "Big, big!"
A group of people gathered around the gambling table, shouting at the top of their lungs, flushed and excited. In the middle of the crowd, a female exile with most of her shoulders bare was skillfully shaking a sieve cup. She is about in her early thirties, wearing purple eye shadow, and has a very promiscuous look.
Chen Xing had heard that this woman was called "Ghost Fox". She looks okay, but her skin is a bit darker.
"Master Chen, why are you here? Please invite me here." When a young exile saw Chen Xing and the others, he quickly moved away and invited him over.
The two of them originally came to play the pinball machine, but they couldn't help but join in the fun, placing small bets casually.
"I have a hunch that this one will definitely be a leopard." said an exile.
"Then get off." Another exile encouraged.
"I'm thinking about it..." said the exile.
"If this one is a leopard, I'll take off the inner one." Ghost Fox sneered, pulled up his bra, and said provocatively.
For a time, the whole place was boiling.
"That's what you said." "Ghost Fox, you have to keep your word!" "Push the leopard, all the way!" "Leopard, leopard!"
Although Chen Xing knew that he would lose, in order to "share the same hatred" with everyone, he still suppressed the leopard. That is, if the three dice faces were the same, the probability was 1 in 36.
"Get out of the way, Young Master Jin is here!" "You are a bunch of local dogs, get out of the way quickly, you want to die!"
While we were playing, a group of people suddenly came. He had a fierce look and pushed other people away with arrogant movements. The leader was a young man wearing a white dress, with a blood-red enchanting rose on his right breast. He has narrow eyebrows and small eyes, his face is as sharp as a knife, and he looks perverse and cruel.
The exiles at the gambling table all showed disgust, but it was fleeting and they didn't dare to show it.
Most people have committed crimes and are forced to live here. However, some children from wealthy families actually came over on their own initiative to hunt and kill the exiles for fun. They are usually young and rich, wanton and arrogant. They lead a group of servants and hunt exiles everywhere. This kind of group is called a "hunting group", and it is the existence that the exiles hate the most.
Although everyone also hated the officials who sent them here and hated the armed robots who thoughtlessly shot them at the slightest offense, compared to the hunting group, they felt that the former two were like angels.
