Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

After talking to the priest, all the action bans were lifted. I told them that if anyone wanted to leave, they would leave immediately, but if they stayed, they would have to follow the orders of Fu Jiang and me. I thought they could not be far from us, but unexpectedly everyone stayed.

Maybe they are afraid that this is another loyalty test, but I have repeatedly emphasized that they will not put a gun in the back just because they left. In the end, the black woman explained to you that there is no place to go even if you leave. The world is full of monsters and the exit is here, so it is better to join us in the same boat.

The previous priest's explanation about the secret of Mowen, as well as the equipment of Fujiang and I, let them once again ignite hope of success.

"I'm sorry, I had no choice but to apologize." I apologized to black women when I helped her.

She glared at me fiercely, but she finally smiled bitterly. Her eyes and eyebrows were heroic, and her thick lips added a sense of sensuality. When I broke the arrow tail and pulled the shaft from her shoulder, her face was wrinkled with pain.

"You bastard! Stink boy!"

"If you can make you feel more comfortable, just scold." I said to put gray stone into her mouth: "This is gray stone, your injury will soon get better if you eat it."

She hesitated to hold the gray stone in her mouth for a while, and finally swallowed it.

"Don't think it's done like this, don't kick your **** in half after seeing me better!"

"If you can do it."

I laughed disapprovingly. Her tone was still angry, but there was no complaint. The attitude of the victim depends on how well the treatment after the injury is done. As long as enough compensation is made, in most cases, only people with a small belly will be grudged.

Speaking of it, threatening and caring are like two crutches of the superior. This is what I learned from the work of the student union.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Cui Di."

"Policemen?"

"Yes, the Los Angeles Criminal Division." Probably because of the graystone effect, Tridy's ugly expression was much smoother. She leaned against the wall, paying attention to the wound on her shoulder from time to time. "It's such a bad day, so the vacations that I finally get are so wasted. I want to go shopping, buy clothes, buy shoes, watch jewelry, hell!"

"After waiting to go back, you have enough time to splurge. Cheer up, now we need you."

I patted her shoulder and turned away, she shouted in the back: "Hey, if you want a helper, return my gun!"

"It is my gun now. I will consider it." I answered without looking back.

Fujiang and the priest squatted in a corner and didn't know what to think about. The hippie with a broken finger was thrown in the corner unattended, and he sat there with his knees groaning from time to time, because he lowered his head so he could not see his expression clearly, and loneliness and helplessness haunted him like a nightmare.

The other three stayed together, and it was clear that a new agreement had just been reached. There was no offense between each other, but they were closely together. They talked from time to time, their eyes constantly casting on others, and they seemed a little nervous.

I used magic patterns to identify their information. The hippie is James, the middle-aged man in a suit is Kennedy, the burgundy woman is Ellie, the casual wear youth is Rahul, and he looks like an Indian from the name and appearance. Including Tracy, they are all E-class ordinary people without exception. This result is slightly different from my original estimate.

Cui Di is a criminal police officer. She thought she would be D-class like Fu Jiang, but Mo Wen's judgment on "talent" is obviously stricter. Speaking of which, I still don't know what Fu Jiang's ability to be recognized.

The priest's information is blank. I don't know what the reason is, but I have some speculations in my heart.

"Hey, Mageweave Messenger." Fu Jiang saw me coming and intentionally greeted him with such a title. I also nodded sternly towards her.

"Father, what is your name?"

"Xi Sen." The priest answered very readily.

Where did the name seem to have been heard.

"Xi Sen is a Ph.D. in anthropology and sociology, and a paper has recently been published in a scientific journal."

"" Society and Humanities "?" I was slightly impressed by Fu Jiang's mention.

"Yes, did you also subscribe to that magazine?" Fu Jiang said with some surprise, "That magazine is very professional and should be rarely read by students."

"No, I only order" Science Fiction ". But I saw it at the post office." I asked the priest curiously: "I thought you were a theologian."

"I have studied and studied theology in church schools since I was young." The gray-haired priest said politely, "But as a bridge between God and humanity, a true priest must understand not only his own god, but also the lamb. People, isn't it? "

"Own God?" I vaguely felt that this kind of rhetoric was a bit wrong, but I couldn't tell where there was a problem.

"Is there anything?" The priest interrupted my thoughts.

"Uh ... that, do you still have limestone?"

"A dozen more, do you want?"

"If you can."

Father didn't say anything about handing ten soy-sized gray stones into my hands. These gray stones were made of at least D-class monsters. The priest told me that monsters below level C must use corpses to make graystones, but level C monsters have ready-made graystone-like crystals, which they call magic cores. Ordinary Sky Selectors without Mageweave cannot make graystones themselves, so their source of graystones is to hunt down C-level monsters in addition to asking for Mageweave Messengers.

Can imagine that it is quite difficult.

"Graystone can not only be taken, but also used to enhance the lethality of those monsters, right? I know that the weapons found in this world have some graystone ingredients."

"Yes. We call this weapon a 'boundary weapon', and only limited boundary weapons can appear in the weapons column of your profile."

"How to get the limit weapons?"

"Look at luck or make your own."

I continued to wait for the priest to speak, but I didn't get the text after a while.

"That's it?" I asked hesitantly.

"that's it."

I took a deep breath and slowly spit out my disappointment.

"How many weapons do you have?"

"Except for Glock."

I called Fu Jiang to the side and told her my plans. I was still impressed with the C-level monster last night. Although the firearm is not necessarily better than the axe, it is much better than the homemade bow and crossbow in terms of lethality, so I decided to stay in this temporary safety zone. Create more gray stone bullets.

"I've seen that Glock's bullets and revolvers are compatible. I plan to add graystone powder to Glock's bullets."

"Then I will see how many bullets they have." Fu Jiang said tacitly.

"What about James?" I asked.

"Who?"

"Hippies."

"Oh, he ..." Fu Jiangchao glanced casually over there: "Let him die by himself."

"You don't want to see him."

"Can you see it?" Fu Jiang laughed: "I don't like his eyes and attitude. I know what he is thinking."

"I also know." I turned to the text: "Do you think you can leave him?"

"Not how I think, but how you think." She paused for a moment and said deeply.

Fujiang and I stared at each other for a long time.

"Your actions, you come to the end." Finally I said so.

Fujiang just shrugged.

So began to manufacture bullets.

Shotgun is a limited weapon, and its bullets naturally have graystone composition. I disassembled a shotgun bullet and analyzed the structure of the primer. Then grind a large limestone of soybean into powder. Withdraw Glock's magazine, take out a bullet, pour the gunpowder out of the warhead. Finally mix the limestone powder into the gunpowder, mix well and reload.

These procedures are very rough, just my guess. After all, I do n’t even know the ratio of the gray stone in the left wheel bullet. The shotgun bullet is also quite different from the left wheel bullet. So I just guessed that the more the limestone composition, the more effective it is ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ According to the intuitive ratio of live ammunition test, I try to ensure the power of gunpowder while adding more limestone powder.

The air in this place does not circulate very much, the protective clothing did not take off, and when I was focused, I soon sweated. When I looked up, I realized that everyone's eyes were on me. In addition to Fu Jiang and the priest, everyone was curious. The hippie, who had been listless, also shrunk his injured hand and looked over at a few steps.

"How?" Fu Jiang asked.

"Get it when you shoot." I said.

"There are no targets here," said Cui Di.

Their gaze fell on the stone platform, but I was immediately interrupted by my speculation.

"No. This place is earth and stone structure, no problem for gun test."

I took them to the gate of Yongdao, closed the gate halfway, and on the other side, diagonally aligned the left wheel of the test bullet with the stone wall of Yongdao and pulled the trigger. Because of the angle and the blocking door, even if the bullet bounces, it doesn't care about hurting yourself.

After the gunshots fell, we went in to check. The bullet was deeply embedded in the stone wall and did not rebound. We note the depth of the bullet hole, as well as the position and the muzzle angle we stood before. Back in the cylindrical space, three bullets were made according to other ratios. One by one test-fire and compare the data, finally got a more ideal ratio.

Next, I, Tomi, Fr, and Cui Di worked together to change all the bullets into special bullets with gray stone components. After reloading, Glock really appeared in the weapons section of the profile.

A total of 20 bullets were used up, and the gray stone contributed by the priest was used up. But everyone who witnessed the success of the experiment cheered up and swept away the previous state of disillusionment.

Taking advantage of strong morale, we decided to set off.