In the next Hell Iron Pot, the main material is still another body part that was harmoniously dismissed, with energy point demand...eight digits.

This is the case with steamers, fried spoons, and even gas stoves.

Finally, Link had time to stir-fry a bowl of fried rice for himself. After taking a bite, the taste was still so ordinary and had no special effects.

Regarding the countdown that was about to end, he finally commented on this new module: "Damn it, this time the labor and capital losses are huge."

When he opened his eyes again, Link was not in a good mood, but he couldn't delay the work he should do.

I took out my portable notepad and wrote various things for the next few days. It was eleven o'clock.

He turned to the recruit training ground in the game, spitting ammunition and using his ability.

Here, he can use healing and energy potions for free to recover without fear of death.

Take the potion out? Sorry, there is no option.

After completing the training, Link, who was lying on the bed, finally got better.

Just now, he used up a lot of potions in the training ground, and the training progress was slightly beyond expectations.

Only 1 energy point can you gain hundreds of three consecutive shooting experience and a lot of combat experience.

This kind of practical training is exactly the shortcomings he urgently needs to make up for, and there is also a sense of pleasure in getting the wool of doomsday games.

With this little false sense of pleasure, he quickly fell asleep after being busy for a whole day.

...

July 8, 2019, at 9:00 am, the weather was cloudy.

In Chicago, or most parts of the world, the social situation is deteriorating at a rate visible to the naked eye.

In the city, in the town, and in the wilderness, monsters emerged everywhere to eat people and constantly create a large number of witnesses on the scene.

The situation has reached a point where the government cannot cover it up.

Various bloody scenes allow people to quickly unify the names of man-eating monsters - only the devil is so cruel, so they are ogres.

Link went out early in the morning again and handed over 50,000 of the 60,000 cash he received last night to Delia.

If you don't use it before the order collapses, this green piece of paper will soon turn into waste paper, and today the money will be a little difficult to use.

Fortunately, Delia contacted the owners of two small supermarkets and was talking to each other about bulk purchases.

For Link, a more chaotic order is just a small problem, and many supplies don’t have to be paid for.

In Chicago, where martial law has entered a state of full-scale martial law, shops and companies have closed down.

The official dispatched all police and National Guard to maintain order and eliminate ogres.

The official completely lets the tens of thousands of citizens who have been driving away.

These people who are eager to escape have bad tempers. If the gun goes off and clearing out ogres turns into a massacre of citizens, it would be better to collapse the order, otherwise they will definitely be liquidated afterwards.

In the chaos, Link circled around the east and west, avoided the martial law area and came to the civilian settlement area.

From time to time, sporadic gunshots sounded around, mixed with crying and screaming.

There are many cars on the street, but not many pedestrians. People and cars come and go in a hurry, and almost no one is staying outside.

Even the street basketball courts that were crowded in the past were empty.

Even if I want to get together to do something, the house is now more complete than the 360-degree open-air open-air without dead corners.

Ogres who are not full will not be afraid of people, but will instead go crazy about a lot of food.

After several gangs were attacked by ogres in the open air, the price of this stupid behavior spread rapidly and disappeared decisively.

After driving around for a few times, Link chose a six-story apartment building, threw the Toyota sedan "borrowed" from the road at the door, and came from the stairwell to the top floor.

After checking the rooftop and confirming that there was no one, he returned to the stairwell and installed the "Welcome" doorbell that he had just gotten from a small shop to prevent people from coming downstairs.

Take out the military telescope and check the surrounding situation from the window of the stairwell on the sixth floor.

According to the gloating speech by a fat man on the Internet, there have been ogres in this slum area several times this morning, killing several gangs.

Judging from other information, the residents here are dense and the population is large, and the ogres will only have more or less.

Chicago police will not come here to maintain public order, so they must first settle the numerous gang members here.

Ogres have a gang's nest, and the gang will solve it themselves. The efficiency is between the two.

Whoever dies or how many dies has nothing to do with the police station, and it can save a lot of police force to deploy defenses in other areas.

Link came for the ogre, everything was for energy points.

Only by hunting ogres can you get energy points, training, upgrading, and activation of new modules are required.

If you cannot train, upgrade, and if you do not activate the new module, your strength will not be quickly improved, and your subsequent survival plan will not be guaranteed.

Getting the Doomsday Game is a huge pie, you can't expect the pie to become crumbs and go straight to the right place.

So, he came.

Compared to the internal police station and guards, it is impossible for the gang here to track down who killed the ogre because that doesn't matter.

What is important is that they die and the nest is safe.

There are really troublesome members of the gang, Link doesn't mind killing them, maybe he can earn some firearms and ammunition.

After the window blocked by the broken wooden board, he observed around, slowly connecting the observed situation with the direction of the gunshots and judging where the ogre is.

More than ten minutes later, his expression moved, he put away his telescope, and the olive green M1A rifle appeared in his hand, pointing quickly to a window more than 20 meters diagonally opposite.

There, a thin black-born boy was climbing out of the window, throwing out a hook rope and sliding towards the balcony below.

A shocking female voice came from the window, saying, "Come on, you monster raised by Gou Niang, I'm slashing your beep without blinking, ah~~"

At this point, the screaming turned into screams.

The Moi-born boy's face was full of fear, his hands were trembling, and he almost fell downstairs, unable to help but exclaim.

This call immediately attracted the attention of an existence in the house.

A blue-black face appeared above him, and the big mouth that was cracked to the ears opened, dark red liquid and residue on the dense fangs fell down, and blood stains were dyed on the boy's T-shirt.

He noticed the dripping of warm liquid, subconsciously raised his head, was startled, and his hands completely released his sheet: "Ah~~~"

The huge ogre at the window poked out of his body and raised his hand to grab it.

Bang bang bang bang!

Three slightly dull gunshots rang out, just as the time when the ogre was half stuck in the window.

Three bullets in the shape of a font instantly passed through more than 20 meters of distance, and two of them hit the head.

The ferocious face was motionless, and two big holes appeared behind the head, and gray brain matter mixed with blue and black blood flew away.

Then, its huge body softened and fell to the window.
Chapter completed!