This is Sean's fifth combat training, and Catherine is already a little surprised by Sean's super learning ability. After five training sessions, Sean has reached the fighting level of a qualified Jack-level explorer.
Usually, for an untrained person to reach Jack-level combat level, he needs at least six months of training.
Now Catherine even doubts whether Sean has any experience. A strong soul, memorizing all the basics within a month, and only going through five combat trainings to reach the current level...
"Have you been exposed to the mystery industry in Leon?" Catherine asked Sean who was wiping his sweat.
Sean shook his head, with doubts in his eyes: "Leon also has explorers?"
Catherine didn't see any trace of lying on Sean's face: "Leon's exploration organization is not as developed as New Zealand's, it is more ancient and hidden...
Sean asked: "By the way, I have always had a question. In my impression, things like exploring secrets and exorcisms are relatively hidden. Why is it so... prosperous in New York?"
Catherine replied: "Indeed, according to common sense, this industry should be hidden in the shadows. However, the motivation for profit is strong. The returns from the secret exploration industry in New Zealand have been very high in recent years, so although there is a huge It was risky, but there were still many people involved in it, which led to the current prosperity.
"However, although capital is very interested in this industry, ordinary people still know very little about it. People have little understanding of the existence of mysterious events. Since mysterious and terrifying things always bring ominousness, most people will Adopt an avoidant attitude.
"After all, if you want to live a stable life, it's better to pretend you don't see some things. Just like crime in the slums - everyone knows that it happens from time to time, but there is nothing you can do about it, so you can only protect yourself and try to avoid it.
"So, the current situation is quite special - although insiders see prosperity, in fact, it is still the same as ordinary people's lives.
"The so-called exploration industry in New Zealand is like the invisible elephant in the room - it may appear to be prosperous, but it is completely different from the lives of ordinary people."
Sean nodded thoughtfully: "Actually, if you think about it carefully, I was like this in Leon before. Although I knew that there were some weird things happening in other people's lives, I never asked or explored them. I just followed my own rules. trajectory to live.”
Thinking of the simple days in the past, he smiled bitterly: "The water surface of life was calm and peaceful, everything was ordinary and reasonable..." There were no dead bodies, evil spirits and cursed items... "That feeling was really happy."
Catherine did not agree with Sean's point of view: "I think it is just an illusion. If evil invades your life, you still have no choice. Although that kind of life is stable, it is a kind of stability that can easily be broken. .
She clenched her fists and her ice-blue eyes hardened: "Only by becoming stronger can you be able to maintain your own stability."
Sean looked at Catherine with some surprise. The past days flashed through his mind, the days when Aaliyah was at home, and his eyes became firm: "You are right."
Catherine and Sean had returned to her office. She walked behind the desk, opened the drawer, and threw the M1920 revolver in the gun bag on the ground.
Sean looked at Catherine in astonishment. Catherine hugged her chest and said in an emphatic voice: "If you have 'accidentally' discovered any powerful self-defense weapons recently, I suggest you put them away. The training mission in the future must be Come in handy.
"Of course, you neither have a gun license nor are you an official explorer, so if you pick up a gun, don't let the correctional officer find it."
Sean suddenly understood, and gratefully picked up the revolver that had "dropped" on the ground, and put the gun bag under his side.
Sean took out the black revolver. The feel was exactly the same as in usual practice. He took out the revolver and found that it contained six ectoplasm bullets.
Sean knew that although ectoplasm could be regenerated, making ectoplasm bullets was very expensive.
"Catherine..."
After Catherine sat at her desk, she took out a book of information and read it with a somewhat cold attitude: "I still have something to do, you go and do your work."
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Sean returned to his residence with a full harvest.
In addition to obtaining the Explorer playing cards, the "Unknown Man" mask, and the "accidentally picked up" guns, I also purchased a set of sturdy leather tactical straps from the "Supply Supply Company" in the Explorer Building. This strap It has many pockets and hooks for mounting. It can be worn on a shirt and invisible after putting on a jacket. Of course, pistol ammunition and various consumables are not included.
The total cost of this purchase was NZ$9 and 45 cents. Thanks to his previous remuneration, Sean still had $96 in savings at this time, even though he had already paid the rent and deposit.
Then, Sean began to concentrate on meditation, not only to strengthen his soul, but also to assimilate the "stubborn" Gemini symbol as soon as possible.
Two days have passed. During these two days, Sean devoted almost all his time to meditation, except for buying food, cooking, eating and sleeping.
With the blessing of the candlestick symbol, before he knew it, his mental strength had surpassed that of most Jack-level explorers. The volume of spiritual matter has also increased again, and it is already among the best at the same level.
He opened his eyes with satisfaction and recovered from the meditative state: "My mental strength has been significantly improved again. If I encounter a situation that will cause mental shock again, I will be much less frightened and affected.
"Not only that, the reserves of spiritual energy also allow me to use more vicious piercings, and the elixir mist can also provide longer-lasting healing."
"With the combination of a revolver and a holy water bottle, my ability to exorcise evil should be better than most Jack-levels."
The diamond "Jack" playing card in the inner pocket of the coat exudes a ray of spiritual power - the "Questor Playing Card" is a mass-produced magical item. The playing card has the personal information of the Seeker. When the association assigns tasks Afterwards, the playing cards will remind you.
Since "thankless" evil events will always occur in New Zealand, the Explorers Association has a mechanism called "recruitment". Depending on the level, explorers have to respond to a different number of tasks assigned by the association each year.
The association will organize teams based on task difficulty and relevance, and then issue "recruitment" notifications through playing cards. The quester may decline the call if he or she has other emergencies. There are only three opportunities to refuse each year. If you fail to respond to the recruitment more than three times, you will be expelled from the association.
Sean's mission this time is a critical "trainee mission". He only needs to survive the mission to be officially promoted to a "Jack" level explorer. Of course, he has no reason to refuse the call.
He took out the metallic, brass-colored playing card from his inner pocket and rubbed its sunken black pattern with his fingers, feeling the simple message it conveyed: Today at two o'clock in the afternoon, the south gate of St. Peter's College , Difficulty: Jack level. "
Sean pulled out the map of New York City on his desk, searched for a while, and soon found St. Peter's College on the left side of the map: "It's not far from here, you should be able to get there within half an hour by taking the tram. "
Sean looked at the time: there were still three hours until two o'clock in the afternoon.
After lunch, he put all the items he needed on the table and began to "arm" himself.
Sean first put the copper playing card in the heart pocket of his shirt and buttoned it up - the Explorer playing card can be searched by magic and also has the function of "identification".
"Put three bottles of psychic smelling salts in the right pocket of the belt." Sean moved calmly, stuffing the blue bottles of smelling salts into the pockets of the belt one by one, and gently buttoned the button buckle.
"First aid carbonated syrup and styptic powder are on the left." Three small bottles of red liquid and a paper bag with a red diamond logo were put into the pocket on the left side of the belt - although Sean had the elixir mist, in order to save Spiritual power, I still brought first aid supplies.
He picked up the M1920 revolver, which had a certain weight. Thinking of Catherine's appearance, he couldn't help closing his eyes gratefully, and then inserted the gun securely into his gun bag.
He bought 30 rounds of bullets from the supply company - the supply company recognized his status as a trainee explorer and did not ask for a license when purchasing bullets.
He stuffed the bullets one by one into the bullet belt of his tactical backpack. The 6 ectoplasm bullets were the most precious, and he stuffed them into the bullet belt of his belt.
Two holy water bottles and two holy light bombs were hung on the hooks under his sides, blocked by the windbreaker.
Finally, he inserted the sacred dagger that had helped him deal with the corpses into the scabbard on the left side of his belt.
Armed, Sean still had plenty of time.
He stood in a tactical posture indoors, and then kept trying to draw a gun, draw a dagger, and take out objects, over and over again...
Now that he had become quite adept at drawing a weapon with his bare hands and aiming immediately, etc., he began to get creative.
The ectoplasmic tentacles solidified and brought the revolver and dagger directly into his hands - like magic, it was faster than drawing them out with bare hands.
While the pistol is firing, the ectoplasmic tentacle draws out psychic smelling salts from the belt, simulating the state of replenishing psychic energy without using hands.
While on guard, he retreated and instantly used his ectoplasm to draw out the holy water bottle and made a gesture of throwing it...
Aiming ahead to simulate shooting, viciously piercing the imaginary enemy behind him...
He usually carries out these trainings, and now the warm-up is going very smoothly.
If there was fear and nervousness when facing evil creatures before, it can be said that Sean can hardly detect the nervousness now - he remembers what Catherine told him during combat training:
"Confidence comes from adequate training."
Sean clenched his fists. He put on his mechanical watch, put his gray wide-brimmed hat on his head and went out.
