Gunfire, Punk and Necromancer

The place where Ge Gongdao took Zhuang Xuteng was a fitness and boxing club. Judging from the way he greeted the people around him affectionately, Brother Dao must be a frequent visitor here.

"I used to work here to earn pocket money when I was a child. At that time, I couldn't do anything else, just clean the tables and floors, and return the dumbbells that the guests had placed randomly. I often eavesdropped on the instructor's lessons, and learned some fitness skills. I learned my skills, and later fell in love with watching boxing here. The coaches and owners have changed several times, but the things here have basically not changed, so I still come here often."

Ge Gongdao brought Zhuang Xuteng to a vertical human-shaped sandbag target and said, "The sponge inside this target is not too full. Please use less force. Its head and torso cannot move. There are three arms in total, two of which are One is a spring, the other is rotating. There are also two hitting points under the feet, just on the side of the torso, did you see it?"

Zhuang Xuteng turned his head and looked at it. They were two circles painted on the lower side of the central column. "Does boxing also include kicking?"

"This was all changed later, and no one has three hands!" Ge Gongdao said with a smile: "The hitting points just mentioned are all equipped with lights. After the power is turned on, they will light up randomly. The rule is that the lights will light up randomly. Fight wherever you want, and fight as many times as the lights turn on. Each round lasts three minutes. The faster the lights flash, the higher the difficulty. There are ten levels of difficulty in total."

Zhuang Xuteng nodded, then pointed to the screen next to him and said, "Is this a scoreboard? This whole thing is for training reaction speed, right?"

"Yes, training reaction speed. If you don't hit a light for two seconds, four points will be deducted; if you hit the wrong number of times, one point will be deducted; if you hit it correctly, you will get one point." Ge Gongdao patted his reaction affectionately. Target, said: "This thing was very popular when I bought it! Everyone lined up at the back to hit it one by one, comparing the results with each other, and they all wanted to see others bragging and getting slapped in the face."

"What is level 10 difficulty? How high can you hit?"

"The best among professional boxers can fight level 10. I cleared level 8 difficulty once and have reached the threshold of a professional boxer. But I have great strength and I have to hold back my energy to fight, so I suffer a bit. It does not take into account strength, only strength. The frequency of punches is not friendly to someone like me who has relatively long arms. In fact, there is a cheating method of keeping my arms outstretched, but I return to my posture after every punch, so this is considered strict."

"Let me give it a try." Zhuang Xuteng smiled and said, "Let's warm up with level 8 first."

"Haha, okay. I'll fight in normal state first, and then try the training results."

In his normal state, Zhuang Xuteng was eliminated by level eight difficulty before he finished half the time. His on-the-spot reactions are quick and he can handle emergencies, but those reactions are not the same thing as fighting reactions. He wanted to test his true level, so he concentrated on lowering the difficulty, and then achieved good results on level five difficulty.

"If you train a little and get used to the equipment, it won't be a big problem to pass Level 6 within a week." Ge Gongdao saw Zhuang Xuteng frowning and said, "Don't think that Level 6 is not enough, he is already a strong player among enthusiasts. . You can’t expect to compare with those who have been training for many years right from the start. Okay, let’s try level 10 and show your true ability.”

When level 10 difficulty is activated, the target will play exciting music. Although it only repeats a ten-second rhythm three times, it is deeply loved by everyone and is called a war song.

When the war song starts, everyone in the gym will turn their attention and wait and see for a while. If in the past, when the implant had not destroyed the boxing match, everyone would have been more interested and would have gathered around to watch. There are people cheering, there are people joking in weird ways, there are people even placing bets.

Now there are only two words from Ge Gongdao: "Fight!"

Lights flash, position, number, sequence. Zhuang Xutang punched, punched, punched, and kicked, controlling his balance and adjusting his breathing, like a storm. He couldn't make a whirring sound, his fist seemed a little soft, and there was no snapping sound when he hit the sandbag. However, this is to reduce the strength and speed up. As long as the counter confirms that the blow is effective, he will stop his strength and prepare for the next punch.

It was a silent, fast and precise punch, and the numbers on the scoring screen only went up, not down. Three minutes later, Zhuang Xuteng was only deducted two points, and this was because he deliberately threw two more punches at the last moment.

Ge Gongdao showed an expression of "Sure enough," and then reached out and unplugged the power supply. It is too old and Brother Dao is too familiar with it. If you do this, the achievements in it will disappear and others will not know what happened. Ge Gongdao asked: "How do you feel?"

"It's very strong, but it's also very weak." Zhuang Xuteng said: "What Master taught me is very strong, but I'm too weak. My arms are sore and painful now. It must be that the muscles in my arms cannot keep up with the commands given by the nerves. "

"Master said that this martial arts only increases the upper limit, but how much it can be used depends on the implant." Ge Gongdao touched his beard and said: "I had this feeling when I was in a restaurant before, as if thinking It’s much faster, the whole person is moving in the pool, and the body obviously can’t keep up.”

"I should get a knife." Zhuang Xuteng had already thought of a solution.

"We also need to buy some experimental mice." Ge Gongdao said.

"We still need to tidy up the operation base." Zhuang Xuteng rubbed his arms, squinted his eyes and smiled at Ge Gongdao, "Have you not cleaned for a long time?"

"Not long by my standards."

The two men worked separately. Ge Gongdao's task was to warm up the warehouse of the operations base before nightfall. Zhuang Xuteng is responsible for purchasing and updating the base's warehouse. He first made a few calls to ask about the situation at home, and then asked Boss Qian if he could get experimental mice and other sundries. Boss Qian said that this matter was not difficult, and the sales situation of the previous "batch of goods" was very good. They were almost sold out, so he made a lot of money.

Most of the money will be put into the big brother's company in round amounts, and the remaining part will be directly transferred to the card, which will probably be around 300,000 yuan.

Prioritize the purchase of good weapons and be careful about implants. These are the original words of the master. Hibernation and super computing martial arts are very suitable for mercenaries, but they also have huge limitations, that is, the user must have a good skin, or native skin.

Skin implants are the cheapest and the most popular type for mercenaries. Especially since most protective implants are on the skin layer, after all, what good would a fireproof bone implant do, right?

But following the path of hibernation and supercomputing, those skin implants that are anti-cutting, anti-penetration, fire-proof and anti-corrosion cannot be used. Some functional implants in subcutaneous locations also require caution, and the effects and surgical risks must be carefully weighed. Nowadays, Zhuang Xuteng and Ge Gongdao are in a very shameless state, and they cannot spend the "little money" in their hands.

The next primary target will definitely be muscle implants and organ implants. This category is very rare in the market, and we can only try our luck and look for opportunities. If you want to improve your real-time combat effectiveness, choosing a weapon that can better utilize your melee skills is the best choice.

Apart from gloves, there is no other option for Gongdao. But those gloves are not ordinary boxing gloves, because if you want to knock someone down, a pair of physical fists is enough. Ge Gongdao wanted to break the wall with his fists. He wanted electric accelerating gloves with self-power, and they had to be customized according to his body type.

Zhuang Xuteng does not have as severe obsessive-compulsive disorder as he does. He feels that any weapon is within the range of choices. Just from a functional perspective, weapons with piercing and cutting damage are more suitable for him. After all, when it comes to hammering and knocking, it is strength rather than skill that determines the effect.

A good knife is enough, and the knife must be good enough. Why do you say that? Just money to burn. Cheap knives are not worth the trouble. When Zhuang Xuteng talks about knives, he thinks of "clear springs". Of course, shadow weapons like Qingquan were priceless and unmarketable. Zhuang Xuteng just wanted to know what the best knife on the market looked like.

And completely exclude aesthetic considerations.

This kind of problem must still be brought to the boss Qian, and this is the first time he is in trouble. Most knives are more famous than functional, and more beautiful than practical. If they really have any outstanding features, they have to be exchanged for gold coins of destiny. Boss Qian suggested that Zhuang Xuteng wait for a while. After the gasoline internal combustion engine company is established, the system of Baiqi Grocery Store will be rewarded. At that time, the destiny gold coins can be exchanged for some good knives that are beyond the current norm.

"Plasma knives, high vibration knives, vampire knives or soul-sucking knives... Judging from the perspective of destiny gold coins, these are quite cheap and are enough for you." Boss Qian understood Zhuang Xuteng's mood very well, so he suggested: "I First, let me give you a simple cutting knife. It is made of good materials, well made, and easy to use. It has no other functions."

This knife cost him 2,500 euros, almost all of which was the cost of the alloy material. Its metal part is twelve centimeters long, with a single edge, a groove from the tip to the blade, a thickened spine, an iron guard and a black non-slip grip... That's all the description of this knife. Boss Qian also gave him a whetstone and scabbard, and an extra strap so that Zhuang Xuteng could tie it to his body.

"One-year warranty, only replacement but not repair." Boss Qian's service is absolutely impeccable. As for the experimental mice, he has contacted the source of the supply, including a complete set of breeding boxes, which were obtained from an experimental company that was about to go bankrupt. He seriously warned Zhuang Xuteng that experimental mice cannot be pets because any affection will affect the original functions of experimental mice. Moreover, the lifespan of that kind of creature is too short. Except for those who like to constantly experience the sorrow of death, no one will choose it as a pet.

In this way, Zhuang Xuteng settled down for the time being, lying on the bed with his new knife and sleeping well. To be honest, he hasn't slept for three months. His daily rest is to soak in the pool, using dormant martial arts to transfer damage and repair his body. He doesn't dare to lose his mind for a moment. Well, although that can also restore your energy, the fun of sleeping itself is lost. Moreover, Zhuang Xuteng has not seen the Lich Master for a long time. Thinking about it this way, he still misses him a little.

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