Even the efficiency of absorbing energy seems to have undergone a qualitative change.
Now he truly has beco a wild grass; as the nutrient paste is poured down, he continually absorbs and grows stronger.
"So powerful, the enhancent from the Wild Grass Physique is too obvious!"
At this mont, Cheng Ye could only be thankful that his choice was not wrong, while secretly marking it down in his heart.
From now on, when searching, priority must be given to such physique-enhancing types.
The enhancent brought by the physique is comprehensive, definitely not just a simple literal bonus.
Lifting the covers to get out of bed, he walked to the window, pushed open a crack, and the morning breeze, with a hint of chill, poured in, while the outline of the South Inspection Station gradually beca clear in the morning light.
Today is a good day, with sunlight shining brightly early in the morning.
Many migrants have already set out, and thanks to his improved vision, he could see from afar, many black dots moving outside the Happiness Defense Line.
Ding.
Just past seven o’clock, a notification ca through Defense Communication.
Cheng Ye picked it up and, at once, felt surprised and delighted.
[New Era Year 35, July 12th, 07:00, normal salary credited ’1087’ contribution points]
[Balance: 1095 points]
[Remarks: Infection tide sarcoma recovery reward]
...
[New Era Year 35, July 12th, 07:00, normal salary credited ’500’ contribution points]
[Balance: 1595 points]
[Remarks: Infection tide combat rits reward (additional reward: Happiness Third-Class rit*1)]
...
"1500 points?"
"And a Happiness Third-Class rit?!"
Cheng Ye’s eyes widened, sowhat in disbelief.
The total number of kills in Zone B-7 during the infection tide night should be around four thousand, but he personally took down at most about 100; the rest were killed by the 300 people in the mall and those in the hotel.
Furthermore, when he was guarding Zhang Can’s body, he didn’t participate in the street walk battle that happened afterwards.
The distribution of a quarter of the sarcomas must have been the Idealist Faction exerting force in the background.
And with over a thousand sarcomas, naturally Happiness Third-Class rit would be awarded.
This is indeed a good thing!
It can be used to purchase any controlled item for sale in Happiness City, including what he wants most...
Vehicles!
Batteries!
Power generation equipnt!
"Just don’t know how many items a third-class rit can buy; it should be no less than three items, right?"
Cheng Ye couldn’t help but laugh.
rits can not only buy things but also symbolize honor, enabling one to enjoy lots of privileges in the Buffer Zone.
Of course, for soone like him, an inspector, it might not be very useful, but who would complain about having too many of these?
"Today’s a good day!"
Cheng Ye cheerfully put down the Defense Communication, humming a tuneless little song, as he turned to go freshen up.
But after taking just two steps, a "knock knock" suddenly ca from outside the door.
"Wei Zhou?"
"It’s , Brother Cheng."
"Kang?"
Cheng Ye paused for a mont, then quickly opened the door, and sure enough, it was Wang Kang standing there.
But compared to yesterday’s spirited self, now he had dark circles under his eyes, his expression extrely haggard, and his face filled with undisguisable fatigue, with a deep struggle hidden in his eyes as if he hadn’t closed them all night.
"What about you... didn’t sleep last night?"
Wang Kang lowered his head, his voice as thin as a mosquito: "I... I’ve been waiting outside your door since midnight, Brother Cheng."
"Huh?"
Cheng Ye was completely stupefied.
This kid actually stood outside the door for a full seven hours?
"I’ve figured it out, Brother Cheng, if you’re not afraid of the dangers of the inspection station, neither can I be!"
Wang Kang gritted his teeth, "I want to learn from you. I can’t die as unclear and confused as my dad."
"Uh..."
Cheng Ye was stunned for a mont.
Yesterday, he didn’t comfort Wang Kang because he thought there were a few more days to gradually train him.
Unexpectedly, overnight, no—not even a full four hours, this kid figured it out.
"Really figured it out?"
"Really, since before you, Brother Cheng, were even more frightened than , yet now you’re so brave, I certainly cannot be worse than you!"
Wang Kang nodded sincerely, speaking with earnest determination.
Good heavens.
Your thought process is quite dangerous.
Even comparing himself with Inspector Cheng?
Cheng Ye looked him up and down, couldn’t help but burst out laughing, stepping aside to let Wang Kang in.
But just as he was about to speak, a sinister voice suddenly ca from outside the door, "Inspector Cheng, how long has it been, and you’ve already brought in new people?"
Cheng Ye raised an eyebrow and turned his head to look.
He saw Garcia swaggering over, his gaze sweeping back and forth on Wang Kang, as if he was sizing up so rare object.
"Oh? It’s Inspector Wang Cheng’s son."
He paused for a mont, as if he had thought of sothing, suddenly grinning, "Looks like Station Chief Ding intends to groom you, huh?"
After finishing, he slapped his forehead and said, "How peculiar, I rember Inspector Wang Cheng died on a mission together with your father, Cheng Long, didn’t he?"
Quite the fine character.
Yesterday, when he was unsure whether the Western Faction was recruiting him, he pretended to be harmless to humans and animals.
Now perhaps having received news that Ding Yishan was intentionally testing him and that he wouldn’t be joining the Westerner camp, he started revealing his true colors?
"Brother Cheng, who is he?"
Wang Kang poked his head out, and upon eting Garcia’s piercing gaze, he was imdiately frightened and drew back his neck.
This reaction made Garcia smile with satisfaction.
However, the smile on Cheng Ye’s face instantly vanished, his eyes turned cold, and he simply uttered:
"Just a sick dog."
"Sick dog?"
Wang Kang blinked, repeating with so understanding.
Garcia’s face imdiately reddened, seemingly not expecting him to be so fierce-tempered, and for a mont he was frozen in place, unsure of how to respond.
Fight?
Even though both were not in good shape, Cheng Ye was clearly bigger and taller, and his injuries were visibly lighter, making it unwise to make a move without knowing the opponent’s strength.
"Huh, is there really soone’s na called Sick Dog?"
User Comments
0 comments from readers