Zhang San told them about the attack power of the Parallax monster, and how it absorbs the fear of others and becomes as big as the planet.
"But you still solved it easily. If you look at it this way, the Parallax monster is not a difficult thing to deal with." Chris smiled and put the steak into his mouth.
"It committed suicide on its own, it's none of my business."
If Parallax had targeted several other Green Lanterns at that time, it would have certainly been able to grab a body, but it chose John Doe.
The fearful entity cannot be killed, and Parallax may feel it has a great advantage.
Underestimating the enemy and being very confident led to it being very seriously insulted.
The body that can only be entered but cannot be exited also forces Parallax to commit suicide to escape the torture it will suffer next.
After dinner, Zhang San, who returned to the room, decided to sort out his abilities.
He currently has too many skills, and some of the things he doesn't need can be synthesized.
Leaving a few useful skills behind, he put the useless ones into the fusion grid.
[The quilt is always on the body][Walking without falling][Flying on grass][Footprint destroyer][Reduce the loss rate of firearms by 10%]
He thought about the skill of flying on grass for a long time before deciding to give up, because it requires stepping on the grass to fly a short distance, and the height is very low.
With the comical power of throwing bricks, he can fly higher even with a single jump.
Ding ding ding.
As the hammer hammered, the result that there was a 50% chance of being synthesized and upgraded came out.
All five skills cracked into a pile of powder, and the synthesis failed this time.
Although it failed, a pack of things with grass patterns appeared in the fusion interface.
[Vanilla-flavored punch with a lucky value of one]
Don't be discouraged, failure is success, believe in yourself, you can do it!
So, he spent 10 million and five skills in exchange for a pack of potions that increase luck?
Holding this pack of granules, Zhang San, who wanted to say something dirty, tried to change his fate with a single draw.
The rainbow light fell, and what appeared in front of his eyes was a card with a hook on it.
Equipment Card: The Gold Miner’s Complete Tool Set
True to its name, this tool is a swing claw with a coiled cord.
It can detect the mineral information under the ground without destroying the terrain, and use this magical hook that can penetrate the ground to grab the gold mines in the ground.
Zhang San took it to the backyard and tried it. After placing it, he shook it and saw the cross-sectional information of the underground, just like playing a game.
A claw that swings left and right in the ground is its main tool for grabbing gold mines, and Zhang San only needs to calculate the route it will take when it takes out its claws, and it will be considered successful if it finally touches the gold mine.
There was nothing good under the ground in the backyard, just big rocks and some plastic garbage from an unknown age.
He tried to grab a relatively complete Coke glass bottle. The bottle was complete, but it was full of mud.
This thing can come in handy in future interstellar travels and save him the effort of looking for gold mines.
In another city, a pilot named Hal Jordan had just left the house after an argument with his girlfriend.
There were almost no passers-by on the street at night, and when he just walked out of the door, he happened to be stared at by a few black guys chatting by the side of the car.
Hal was like a fat sheep, walking alone on the street and then surrounded by a few black guys.
"Brother, can you lend us some money to buy some drinks?"
While speaking, the West Coast-style man with dreadlocks reached out and dug into his trouser pocket.
During this process, Hal, who had a pistol pressed against his back, did not dare to move because he knew the tempers of these people very well.
If he resists, there is a 70% chance that he will be shot to death. There is no need to risk a little money.
But when Dreadlock took out his wallet and was about to take it away, Hal stopped and said, "Give me your wallet back."
The black men who were just about to leave suddenly lost their temper. The fat man pulled the gun out of his crotch again and pointed the gun directly at Hal's head and asked loudly:
"What did you say?! Say it again and let me hear it, you bastard!"
Holding up his hands, Hal whispered to him in a negotiating tone: "You can take the money and the card, but can you return that wallet to me? It's not worth anything."
Risking your life for your wallet?
The black man holding his wallet looked through the contents. There were several cards, some bills and a photo.
Seeing that the woman in the photo was pretty, the black man decisively put it into his pocket along with the card and banknotes, and threw the empty wallet at Hal's feet.
"Pick it up, idiot."
The fat man gave him a hard blow with the gun handle. Hal, who was in pain, covered the back of his head and squatted down to pick up the Bugs Bunny wallet given by his girlfriend on the ground and put it into his pocket.
When he stood up, he found several other black people approaching, looking like they wanted to hit someone.
"Police! Drop the gun!!!"
The sudden appearance of the police shocked the black people. Before the fat man with the gun could react, he heard a series of gunshots.
The few black men who had just ran out not far away felt as if they had been on steroids when they heard the gunfire, and they ran more than twice as fast.
"Put down the gun! Let me see your hands!"
The officer who rescued Hal stood behind the police car and pointed his gun at the fat man who had fallen to the ground, while his partner chased the black men who ran away.
A few minutes later, backup arrived.
Police helicopters in the sky are helping police on the ground search for the escaped suspects.
Not long after Hal was taken to the police station by the police, new news came. One of the three escaped suspects tried to take out a gun and was shot dead on the spot. The other two who were hiding in the grass were captured by K9 police dogs.
"Mr. Hal, do you really not need to go to the hospital?"
After learning that the suspect had hit the victim on the back of the head, the police officer who asked for details of the case asked him a concerned question.
Hal touched his still aching head and shook his head: "I'm fine, but can you give me back the photos that were taken away?"
"Of course, please wait." Not long after the police officer went out, he came back with something in a plastic bag, which contained his stolen card, money and the photo of his girlfriend.
Except for a little blood on the money, everything else was pretty clean.
It looked as if the man with the dreadlocks who took Hal's wallet was the one who was shot dead on the spot for pulling out a gun, so the money was stained with blood.
After finishing the transcript, the kind police officer gave him a ride.
Hal, who was standing at the door of his home without knocking on the door, was a little nervous. When he had a fight with his girlfriend before, he didn't expect that he would come back so soon.
At this moment, a ring flew from the sky behind him and took the initiative to put it on the middle finger of his right hand as he was about to knock on the door.
Just when Hal was confused, the ring suddenly lit up with a burst of green light, wrapped him in an energy ball, and took him flying into the sky.
"ah------!"
(End of chapter)
