Realizing that Towns’ ntal state might not be quite normal.
This obsession system theory, which clearly carries so personal bias, was directly cast aside by Cheng Ye.
As the saying goes, don’t just listen to what a person says; look at what they do.
The Extraordinary in Happiness City are essentially a martial power trump card.
As long as the existence of this trump card doesn’t cause Shelter City to stagnate or even regress, it will always be a positive support.
Towns only focused on the so-called shackles, yet selectively ignored these most basic realities.
However, co to think of it, it’s understandable—blaming external constraints for all dissatisfactions is much easier than admitting one’s inability to change the status quo.
Working in a position for thirty-one years, witnessing the rise and fall of the inspection station, having achieved nothing significant for most of one’s life, with ideals worn down and edge exhausted, indeed makes it easy to beco stubborn and extre.
"Just take it as listening to the complaints of a disappointed old man; if you truly want to achieve great things, you still have to nurture your own people."
Pulling back from his thoughts, Cheng Ye continued pressing on the Defense Communication, browsing through the remaining equipnt and dical supplies in the contribution system.
As he expected, the equipnt was no longer on a rental system but on a straightforward purchase system.
Once confird for exchange, the item is directly owned by the individual, with no need for return.
Scrolling down, the interface loaded much faster than the vehicle category, with icons of weapons and equipnt neatly arranged, ranging from self-defense weapons to firearms and ammunition, and even the high-explosive bombs left by Uncle Dong were available, a complete variety.
However, with just a few glances, Cheng Ye found that compared to the cost-effectiveness of renting vehicles, these equipnt purchase prices were indeed not cost-effective.
For instance, a Wild Bull Fighting Handgun required 5 contribution points.
According to a 10:1 ratio, 50 contribution points are twice as expensive as those from the supplies trading post.
Similarly, the Thunder 1 he bought here required 35 contribution points.
Though there was no restriction on any permissions to purchase, the translated points nearly tripled after conversion.
"Interesting, either the higher-ups aren’t giving the inspection station equipnt discounts, or this is the procurent cost..." Cheng Ye raised an eyebrow and continued scrolling, finding that the heavier the weapon, the more significant the markup.
Switching to dical supplies, the starting price for various treatnt drugs was very high.
A single broad-spectrum antibiotic required 10 points, and a small box of quick-healing gel priced at 50 points, with those special dications labelled ’nutritious’ and ’ergency,’ having numbers following their prices that could make one gasp.
Just by na, Cheng Ye found it difficult to discern the actual effects of these dications, and could only wait for Liu Bi to return to inquire slowly.
But one thing was for sure: the 559 points he received today were definitely a sizable fortune.
Properly utilized, it could probably exert the equivalent effect of near 10,000 points from the supplies trading post.
"Looking at it this way, I’ve indeed been lucky, even encountering Extraordinary Ore."
Cheng Ye put away the Defense Communication device.
After the reopening of the inspection station, considering the large flow of people, a temporary supplies trading post had been set up at the entrance, specifically responsible for recycling various materials.
Just yesterday alone, the supplies registered by him accounted for at least 500 contribution points, translating to approximately 150 points based on a 30% split.
However, this kind of good fortune was difficult to sustain, a result of the pent-up demand over seven days that had concentratedly exploded.
He had already enjoyed the most concentrated first wave; subsequent inco would surely decline.
Moreover, the inspection station was about to face a peak period of infected bodies, with the danger in Quarantine Zone A rapidly increasing.
Switching to Zone B now was a good thing; the probability of encountering ferocious infected bodies would significantly decrease.
After all, scavengers have limited mobility and would not venture into overly dangerous areas, mostly operating around the safe zone, with a negligible chance of encountering a powerful source of infection.
"Inspector Cheng."
As Cheng Ye was thinking, Miao Yang ca over after washing his hands.
Wang Kang had already finished his martial arts training and was practicing his shooting accuracy alone.
"I think it’s best to halt the training for now; his recovery ability should be at its limit."
"Physical or ntal?"
"Both, but more so ntal exhaustion," Miao Yang said, looking at Wang Kang, who was gritting his teeth, persisting at the shooting range. "Today’s duty plus high-intensity training has him tightly wound, and prolonging the pressure will easily backfire, resulting in more loss than gain."
"Alright then, let him rest for two days."
Cheng Ye nodded in agreent.
Compared to the special training Liu Bi once arranged for him, the current intensity for Wang Kang was perhaps not even half.
But people can’t be generalized; the pressure one can withstand doesn’t an another can bear it.
"Want to spar?"
"Not today, the duty was tiring; I need a good rest." Cheng Ye waved his hand with a smile.
Only during the ti he’d just gained his strength was he keen on such sparring practices, always eager to test how much stronger his fists had beco, how much faster his speed was.
But once the novelty wore off, having faced life and death a few tis and developed a killer instinct, he found it hard to muster the enthusiasm for physical confrontations.
"Looks like you’ve fully entered the stage of internalizing your strength."
Miao Yang chuckled a couple of tis, "At this stage, the killer instinct is subconsciously suppressed, making a person appear more peaceful, almost like a different person."
Cheng Ye tugged at the corner of his mouth but did not deny it.
"However, I must remind you of one thing," Miao Yang’s tone turned serious, "the suppressed killer instinct doesn’t disappear, but accumulates underneath, like a dormant volcano. It may seem calm on the surface, but if sothing triggers it, the force that erupts will be even more potent, making it harder to control."
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