Volume 19 Chapter 119 Target Confirmation

The Gunslinger was dragged into the room by me, and then I briefly explained to him why we wanted to cause trouble for the Gods. Of course, I can't say too much about the specifics. The reason I told the Gun God was just to test the combat performance of the ghost and the Queen of Blades. The other parts are the secrets of our guild, and I will not tell the Gun God.

"You mean you came all the way from China to kill the gods just to test the performance of these two mobile angels?" The gunman looked at me like you were an idiot and said, "Are you okay? ? Please, those are gods, not Chinese cabbage! You kill them when you say, do you think this is killing a chicken or a sheep?"

"I don't want to either!" I said, pretending to be quite depressed: "You have also seen that these two mobile angels are like this. Our guild invested this amount to create them, and the result Their brains are so stupid. If their combat ability is still reasonable, then I can still have some balance in my heart. If even their combat ability is an idiot, I will consider taking them back to dismantle and recycle them!"

The gun god looked at my gesture and asked with some confusion: "Three-six million is indeed not cheap, but it won't make you feel so distressed, right?"

"Thirty-six million? Please add two zeros."

"Thirty-six billion?"

"Cost price."

"I...your guild is really rich!" After the Gunslinger finished speaking, he turned to look at the ghost and the Queen of Blades, then walked up to the ghost and knocked on his shell and said: "Three.6 billion? This shell is not Will it be made of pure gold?"

"Adamantine is just garbage compared to this. This thing is an alloy made by grinding colorful magic crystals into powder. Although the main component is just iron, the auxiliary metals mixed in it are all high magic metals. There is no price It’s cheaper than adamantine. In addition, this alloy formula is also a new thing, and our guild didn’t know how much money we spent just for this formula.”

After hearing this, the gun god said in surprise: "What is the performance of this alloy? The performance of such a precious alloy should not be bad, right?"

"The physical performance of these two mobile angels is very good, and all the hardware indicators are excellent. As long as they can fully exert their designed performance, it will not be a problem for them to kill me in a duel. But the problem now is These two mobile angels are completely brainless. According to the researchers in our guild, their combat instincts should be fine, so I wanted to test them."

The Gunslinger obviously doesn't agree with my opinion. He was very surprised and said: "Even if you want to test your strength, you can just test it yourself. Why do you have to go to the gods to do it?"

"After all, we can't let go when fighting with our own people. They are not players. Otherwise, if they borrow a training ground, death will not be punished. Mobile Angels cannot use the player duel platform. If it is damaged, it is damaged and there is no way to proceed. Protection, so even if we really fight, we can’t let go. In comparison, it’s better to find an enemy and try.”

"What do you think? Even if you can't do it yourself, will those gods be merciful? In the end, won't your mobile angel be turned into a pile of scrap metal?"

"No, no, no, you don't understand what I mean." I quickly explained: "I don't plan to start a full-scale war with the Free Protoss. I just want to find a few lone Free Protoss to attack. With my strength, even those two The mobile angels can't defeat them. Once I intervene, there is no problem in saving them. Besides, if my mobile angels are stronger, then there will be no loss. To say the least, even if I The mobile Angels couldn't defeat those Free Protoss, and I happened to not be in time to rescue them. The worst I could do was to take the wreckage of the destroyed Mobile Angels back and dismantle them. Anyway, if their combat effectiveness is really low, wouldn't it be useless to keep them? "

The Gunslinger shrugged and said, "Anyway, the thing belongs to you. If it's broken, it's your own business. It has nothing to do with me."

"So you agreed to help?"

The Gunslinger stretched out a finger and said, "It's okay to help, but the relationship between the two of us doesn't seem to be good enough that we can dedicate ourselves to each other for free, right?"

"What are the conditions?" The Gunslinger is not an easy man. Besides, we do only have a general cooperative relationship. We are not friends or allies. We can only be said to be acquaintances, so I have no intention of letting him do it. The key is whether his asking price is reasonable.

"I'll help you once, you help me once." Gunslinger said.

"It sounds fair, but what kind of help do you want me to do specifically? It's a help to pour you a glass of water, and it's a help to help you destroy a country. You help me find the lone protoss, and then create opportunities for me to do it quietly. Helping me erase the traces afterwards is not a small favor, but I can’t agree to whatever you ask for, right?”

The Gunslinger immediately said: "Of course I won't be so shameless. My request is actually very simple." The Gunslinger said and directly reached out and handed me a piece of paper.

I took the piece of paper and opened it in confusion, and found out that what was written on it was actually a contract. The content was a bet between the Gunslinger and a guy named the Queen of Spades. The two need to find three people each as their own team members, and duel with the three people sent by the other party in a place called the Savage Arena. The final winner can make a request to the loser, and the other party must accept it.

"This doesn't seem to be a system protocol, right?" I asked, holding the piece of paper.

The gunman took the piece of paper back and said at the same time: "You don't need to care about the other party's credibility. You just help me win this duel. Whether the other party abides by the agreement afterwards or not, it has nothing to do with you. .”

"What can I say about this barbaric arena? From the name, it doesn't seem like a very ordinary place."

"Of course." The Gunslinger said: "The reason why the Savage Arena is called the Savage Arena is that its punishment is very severe. Those who die here will lose one-tenth of their level."

"Damn, then if I lose, won't I be deducted more than 200 levels?" I shouted in surprise.

The Gunslinger shouted in a louder voice than me: "What? Are you over level 2,000?"

"I don't need to tell you how many levels I have, right? First tell me what's going on with your damn arena rules? Isn't the price of losing two hundred levels at once too serious?"

"Do you think you will lose?" Gunslinger didn't argue with me, but went straight to the point.

When he said that, I naturally couldn't take it anymore. That's right. Who are we? Ranked first in the world's combat power list. In a place like the arena, I really don’t have to worry about the penalty for failure. Anyway, I won’t be the one who fails. No matter how high the price is, what does it matter to me?

Seeing that I didn't answer for a long time, the gunman continued: "You won't lose anyway, the price is meaningless to you. In addition, after you win, it is not completely without benefits. If you win in the battle, You can get half of the experience lost by the losing party. In other words, if the opponent is level 1,000, he will lose 100 levels after failure, and you will get the experience required for a player to upgrade from level 900 to level 1,000. Half of the total value. Although these experience points will definitely not allow you to upgrade to level 50, you can always get levels 3 or 5, right? Besides, the opponent's combat personnel will definitely not only have level 1,000, and the higher his level, you The more benefits there will be.”

Although the Gunslinger guy said it well, I am not stupid at all. People who believe that pie will fall from the sky will only end up falling into traps. I don't believe that pie will fall from the sky, so I can usually avoid the traps on the ground.

"If it's so simple, why don't you get on it yourself? Even if the combat power list changes now, you are still ranked third in the world's combat power list, right? As long as Jin Coin and I don't help each other in the battle, aren't you sure to win? So good Why don't you do something to benefit me? Are you asking me for payment or are you going to give me benefits?"

"Of course I'm asking for payment from you, so it's not exactly as simple as I said. But the reason why I don't participate is not because there is a trap, but because I can't participate in the war according to the agreement. So..."

"I don't care about the reason why you don't participate in the war. I just want to know all the benefits and threats of this game. Don't lie to me, otherwise our agreement may be invalidated at any time."

The Gunslinger said helplessly: "Okay, okay, I'll tell you everything. I didn't lie to you about the benefits I mentioned before, but this duel will be in the real world mode."

"What is real world mode?"

"Even the things in the game are useless. During the game, the participants can only wear tight sportswear. You can wear the equipment in the game, but all the attributes will not take effect, and they will still Counting the weight, it will ultimately seriously affect your combat effectiveness. In addition, in this real-world mode, your attribute points in the game will also be invalid, and the participants will use real-life personal physical data. In other words, , this competition is actually like fighting in reality. What you rely on is your physical fitness and fighting skills in reality. The only difference is that after the competition is over, you can automatically recover all the injuries on your body, so you don't have to leave with injuries. "

"Are all the attributes in the game unavailable?" I confirmed.

The Gunslinger nodded and said, "Yes, all of them cannot be used."

"Okay, I accept this agreement." Not using game attributes may turn him from a master to a mediocre player for other masters, but for me, it will only turn me into a superman. Because compared to my physical fitness in the game and outside the game, not only is it not strong at all, but it may even be a little weaker. Except that my body cannot use those complex skills outside the game, I can say that I am better than myself in the game. Moreover, when my opponent and I returned to the physical fitness data of the external body, my strength increased, but the opponent's strength decreased. If I could still lose, it would be unreasonable.

After hearing my agreement, the gunman immediately called out the system agreement, and then signed an agreement with me to exchange help. After I confirmed my acceptance, he shook hands with me with a smile, and suddenly asked: "I forgot to ask before. , are you afraid of pain?"

"Um?"

Until more than ten minutes later, I was still cursing the gunman for being shameless. He actually didn't tell me that this game was specially used for gambling, so in order to stimulate those who like violence, this game has a ten times bloody mode. Not only will blood and flesh fly everywhere in the battle, but the pain will be six times higher than normal. If you were pricked by a needle in this arena, it would feel like a steel bar was inserted into the body in reality. People with weak willpower may just faint from the pain after being scratched. .

"Okay, okay, you've signed the agreement, so don't scold me. I'll work harder to find you a better target later."

With the words "gun god", I am satisfied. In fact, the reason why I kept complaining was to get him to work more seriously for me, not because I was really afraid of pain. Pain is just a signal sent to the brain through the nervous system after the body is injured. As a product of the artificial god project developed with the goal of humanoid weapons, my electronic brain can completely block pain signals. In other words, if I don't want to feel pain, I don't have to feel it at all. As for the scene of blood and flesh flying around, I don't care about that thing. I've seen a lot more disgusting things than that in the biology laboratory at Longyuan Headquarters.

Maybe my complaints really worked. After that, the Gunslinger really sent out a group of subordinates to help me find information about the lone Protoss, and he actually found it.

"Come and take a look. My people have found three suitable targets in total." The Gunslinger handed me a piece of information and said: "In an hour, six Free Gods will arrive at this place called Monk County to deal with it. A member of the Protoss who is on the run. The advantage of attacking them is that you can get the guy who is on the run to help. The disadvantage is that there are too many opponents. If one of them escapes, there will be a problem."

"Where are the other two?" I asked while flipping through the information. The information I have is very thick and contains too much content, so I couldn’t finish it all at once.

The Gunslinger continued: "There is also a protoss. Although it is easy to attack, but you have to test two mobile angels, I'm afraid it's not enough."

I nodded and said, "What kind of goal is that last one?"

"The last one is a total of four free gods. They entered an underground cave an hour ago and have not come out yet. The advantage of attacking them is that the number of people is moderate, and it is unlikely that they will escape if they are blocked in the underground cave. Drop it. In addition, it will be more convenient to destroy evidence and so on."

"But what?" For a target with so many advantages, the Gunslinger did not directly select it, but instead used it as a backup. This only shows that this target must have some disadvantages, otherwise he would have directly told me to go here.

The gun god said with a "you are very smart" expression: "But these four protoss are freedom fighters."

"What is a freedom fighter?"

"The literal meaning is a fighter who defends freedom. Of course, in fact, it is definitely not this kind of person. The freedom fighters of the Free Gods are actually equivalent to national agents in reality, specializing in destroying some enemy invaders or rebels within their own sphere of influence. The type that does not accept domination, and infiltrating and invading other forces is also one of their main jobs."

"Damn, isn't this the divine version of CIA?"

The Gunslinger nodded and said: "So, to them, ordinary gods are like civilians, and they are agents. If you think about the gap between the two, you will know why I didn't choose this target directly."

"No, let's just choose this goal." I decided almost without thinking.

"Are you crazy?"

"No, I'm not crazy." I said seriously: "I just want to test the combat effectiveness of this super mobile angel. The stronger the opponent, the more useful the data I get. Besides, what if they are strong? It’s just four protoss. I’ll go with my demon pet, so it should be no problem to hold down three of them, right? Do you think you and my two mobile angels can’t handle one?”

"Okay, anyway, you are the one causing trouble. I am only responsible for hiding in the distance and firing cold shots. If any guy runs away, don't blame me for not helping."

I smiled and said: "Don't forget, I am not an American, and the Free Gods have nothing to do with me. My power is basically in China, and there is only one *** city here. I don't want a big city. Now, can the Free Gods chase them to China? Our Heavenly Court is known as the largest God force in the world. Do you think the Free Gods will have good results if they encounter them?"

"I said, it's your own fault to cause trouble. It has nothing to do with me. Anyway, just don't say I didn't warn you."

"Okay, okay, I promise I won't blame you, okay?"

The Gunslinger nodded and said, "Come with me. It's been more than an hour since those people came in. If they leave before we get there, you won't have a chance even if you want to cause trouble for the Free Gods."

After confirming the target, I took two mobile angels and followed the gun god to the cave in the intelligence. Since the Gunslinger didn't have a relatively fast flying mount, he took a ride today and rode directly on the ghost to our destination. Of course, if given the choice, the Gunslinger would definitely rather walk here. After all, a ghost is not a comfortable means of transportation. Not to mention the life-threatening acceleration, just the coldness and air currents at high altitude can make people collapse.

"Are you really sure this is here?" I asked uncertainly, looking at the dark cave in front of me. It's not that I doubt the intelligence of the Paladin in the United States, it's just that the hole in front of me doesn't look like it can be drilled into. His grandfather's house was clearly a rabbit nest.

"It should be right here!" The Gunslinger's tone was obviously extremely uncertain. He had only received information from his subordinates before. This was the first time he had seen this hole, so he was not sure why the hole was so small that only a rabbit could go through it.

"Do you want to call the person who delivered the information and ask?" Seeing that the gunman looked uncertain, I could only suggest that he ask someone to ask.

The Gunslinger nodded and was about to agree to my suggestion, when he suddenly saw the hole in front of him shaking, and then slowly rising upwards. When the soil layer under the ground was lifted up to a layer more than a foot thick, a rock with obvious artificial traces appeared under the soil layer. As the ground continued to rise, we finally discovered that it was a stone gate.

"It seems the answer has been found." I said and pulled out Eternity, while signaling the ghost and the Queen of Blades to prepare for battle. The hidden entrance is designed to be hidden in order to prevent outsiders from discovering it. If it is like the automatic door in a shopping mall that opens when someone approaches, then why is it hidden? Therefore, the only reason why the gate is raised now is that those people are coming out.