People in DC, every day administrative leave

Chapter 4 004. Draw a card to change your life!

The description looks like a skill in a certain game. Anyway, the passive of getting bigger gives Zhang San a powerful body!
The muscles of the Messenger of Peace may seem bluffing, but if you really want to compete for strength, Zhang San will definitely win.

The first physical growth allowed him to gain the muscle groups of a bodybuilder, and the second physical growth made his strength and everything related to the body doubled.

That’s about ten times that of normal humans…

In addition to these two passive skills, another guarantee is what Zhang San mentioned to Chris before.

A villa from a certain green icon sim.

Zhang San can pay money to add furniture to the empty villa, and he can also change the internal structure.

This villa does not need external electricity and water at all, and its own circulation system can ensure that the people in the house can live well even in the doomsday.

Moreover, its defense is almost invincible. There is no way to enter this villa except asking Zhang San for authorization.

The seemingly fragile glass can actually resist anything that attacks it. Zhang San who lives in this kind of villa only needs to worry about whether he will be peeped through the glass when he swims.

As his master and friend, the vigilante moved into the villa without hesitation, saying that he wanted to supervise Zhang San's training.

Now Chris is the only one left in the anti-evil team, and the villa can not only be used as a home, but also as a base.

Although he has so many good things, Zhang San doesn't think he can make a jump.

Even if you eat black and fight black, you are still in your own area.

Because he understands how dangerous the world he lives in is.

This is the fucking dc universe, a world with superman and darkseid!

When gods fight, mortals suffer disaster!

Unless Zhang San becomes a powerful muscular man who kills demons like chickens like the Doom Slayer, he plans to be a police officer in this small place for the rest of his life.

In fact, being a police officer is also pretty good.

There are only a few days on the job, and you will be on administrative leave if you shoot.

After pressing all the bullets in the box into the magazine, Zhang San left the police station with the fully equipped AR on his back.

Jingle ~

Riding on his all-terrain bicycle, Zhang San started his patrol mission.

"Officer Zhang is at work today?"

"The vacation is over."

"Officer Zhang, how have you considered what I told you last time?"

"I thought about it after I went back, and it was still not the right age."

"Officer Zhang, come to my house for dinner when you have time! My girl always likes you."

"Okay, I must go when I have time!"

The citizens on the street greeted him very warmly, and Zhang San also went back one by one.

He rode his bike into a special area. The community with a good environment looked good, but the people living in this area were all troublesome ghosts.

The American flag hanging upside down outside a yard is very telling, and the owner of this yard is Chris' father.

Augustus Ranson Smith.

Zhang San affectionately called him Mr. Smith, because he couldn't remember all the long names of foreigners.

Seeing Chris squatting in his father's garage holding his eagle just like in the scene in his memory, Zhang San coughed twice.

Chris turned his head when he heard the noise, and then invited him to come in and sit.

"Yingying has gained weight."

Touching the eagle's head, Zhang San took out a pack of potato chips from his pocket.

After a while...

Zhang San, who was sitting next to Smith and Chris, felt that the atmosphere in the room was very depressing.

Because he was laughed at by his old friends before, Chris didn't mention the fear of rats in blood sports in front of his father.

"Zhang San, has the crime rate among black men increased again recently?"

A questioning tone came out of Smith's mouth, and Zhang San, who knew he was super racist, nodded:
"Their crime rate has increased by more than half this month, but now the police department can still suppress them."

"I have already suggested to you chiefs to send all the black skins to where they should go, and whoever lets them in will send them there!"

Smith felt very unhappy when talking about this matter. In his opinion, these black men who only commit crimes should be buried in the ground to promote the growth of vegetables!
Instead of letting them form gangs everywhere to harm social order!

"Why don't you get a big gun of your own?"

Seeing the full AR next to Zhang Sanfang and the fn5.7 on his waist, Smith was a little dissatisfied.

This kind of firepower is too weak, and those who sell fans on the black market are better than this.

"The police department has no budget, this is already the best..."

Zhang San was very helpless. He also wanted better firepower, but he didn't have that condition.

One month's salary is only so little, even if you can earn extra money, you have to save the card to change your life.

He didn't have any spare money to buy his own set of superhero equipment.

If possible, he really wants to replace all the junk skills and props polluting the draw pool with super weapons from sci-fi movies!

"I can help you build a weapon, but you have to find the materials yourself."

"I have materials!"

It was very rare that Smith, who was usually too lazy to go out because of too many things, would offer to help Zhang San build a weapon.

This is a rare opportunity. Zhang San knows that this uncle’s skills are very impressive.

He had wanted to ask Smith for help before, but the man's personality was not so easy to get along with, so Zhang San never spoke.

Now that I have a chance, I'm sure I'll be sucked to death!
Then he took out a few pieces of metal stored in his warehouse and introduced them:

"This is vibranium, which can absorb and reflect energy. This is Adamantium alloy, which is very hard..."

"What kind of weapon do you want?"

Smith checked a few pieces of special metal on the table and asked after confirming that they were all good things.

Zhang San thought for a while, and then expressed his idea of ​​a transforming gun.

He wanted his weapon to transform from a pistol to a spray gun, and then to a rifle and a sniper rifle.

After listening to his description, Smith's face remained unchanged, but his hand pushed the materials back: "You should go to Dr. Fate, maybe you can do it with his magic."

Zhang San didn't know why and looked confused.

"The materials you gave are not enough to complete your fantasy. I can only make you a weapon with a fixed shape."

He, Smith, is just a tech guy, not some magical monster that copies things.

Zhang San was a little helpless, because his inventory was so small, there was nothing he could do...

"Then I want a black extended version of the Desert Eagle, which is what the brothers in Executioner 2 got."

(End of this chapter)