Doomsday Game Online

Chapter 17 Chapter 017

For the next hell iron pot, the main material is still another body part that has been harmonized with the name Demon King, and the energy point requirements are… eight digits.

Steamer, frying spoon, and even gas stove all do this.

In the end, Link still had time to fry himself a bowl of egg fried rice, tasted a bite, the taste is still so ordinary, without any special effects.

Facing the countdown that was about to end, he finally gave a comment on this new module: “What’s the matter, this time there is a big labor deficit.”

Opening his eyes again, Link’s mood wasn’t very good, but he couldn’t delay his work.

I took out my portable notepad and wrote various things in the next few days, and it was eleven o’clock.

He turned to the recruit training ground in the game, swaying ammunition and using abilities wantonly.

Here, he can use healing and energy potions to recover for free, and he is not afraid of death.

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

After the training, Link simply washed up, and Link, who was lying on the bed, finally felt better.

In the training ground just now, he used up a lot of potions, and the training progress was slightly better than expected.

With just 1 energy point, you can get hundreds of three-shot use experience and a lot of combat experience.

This kind of actual combat training is exactly the shortcoming that he urgently needs to make up for, and there is a sense of pleasure from the game fleece until the end.

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

…

July 8, 2019, at nine o’clock in the morning, the weather was overcast.

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

In cities, small towns, and in the wilderness, monsters popping up everywhere cannibalize people, constantly creating a large number of witnesses on the spot.

The state of affairs has reached a point where officials cannot cover it up.

All kinds of bloody scenes quickly unified everyone’s name for cannibals-only the devil can be so cruel, so they are ogres.

Link went out again early in the morning, first handing over 50,000 of the 60,000 cash that he got last night to Delia.

If you don’t use it before the order collapses, this kind of green paper will soon become waste paper, and today the money is a bit hard to use.

Fortunately, Delia contacted the bosses of two small supermarkets and was discussing bulk purchases with each other.

For Link, the more chaotic order is just a small hassle, and a lot of materials don’t need to be spent.

In Chicago, which has entered a state of total martial law, shops and companies have closed down.

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

Regarding the tens of thousands of citizens who flee by car, the government completely ignored them.

These people who are eager to flee for their lives have a bad temper. In case the scourge of the ogres becomes a massacre on the citizens, it would be better than the collapse of the order, or they will definitely be liquidated afterwards.

In the chaotic situation, Link went around, avoiding the martial law area, and came to the civilian population.

There were sporadic gunshots from time to time around, mixed with crying and screaming.

There are a lot of cars on the street, but not many pedestrians, people and cars are coming and going, and almost no one stays outside.

Even the street basketball courts crowded with people in the past are empty.

Even if you want to get together to do something, the current house is more complete than the 360-degree open air without dead ends.

An ogre who can’t eat enough will not be afraid of too many people, but will go crazy for a large amount of food.

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

After driving around for a few laps, Link chose a six-story apartment building, threw the “borrowed” Toyota sedan at the door, and walked from the stairwell to the top floor.

Checking the roof and making sure that there is no one, he went back to the stairwell and installed the “Welcome” doorbell that had just been obtained from a small shop to prevent people from going downstairs.

Take out the military binoculars and check the surrounding situation from the sixth floor stairwell window.

According to a speech made by a fat house on the Internet, there have been several ogres in this slum this morning, killing several gangs.

According to other data, the residents here are dense and the population is large, and there will only be more ogres.

The Chicago police won’t come here to maintain law and order, so they have to deal with the numerous gang members here.

The gang’s nest has an ogre, and the gang will solve it by itself, and efficiency is a matter between the two.

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

Link came for the ogre, all for energy.

Only by hunting ogres can energy points be credited, and training, upgrading, and activating new modules are all required.

Without training, upgrading, or activating new modules, his strength cannot be improved quickly, and his subsequent survival plan is not guaranteed.

Getting the doomsday game is a big pie. You can’t expect the pie to turn into scraps and get it right in one step.

So, he came.

Compared with the police station and the guards that are integrated inside, the gangs here can’t trace who killed the ogres, because it doesn’t matter.

The important thing is that they die and the nest is safe.

There are really troublesome gang members, Link doesn’t mind getting rid of it, maybe he can earn some firearms and ammunition.

After the window blocked by the broken wooden plank, he watched around like this, slowly connecting the observed situation with the location of the gunfire screams, and judging where the ogre was.

After more than ten minutes, he changed his expression and put away his binoculars. The olive-green M1A rifle appeared in his hand and quickly pointed to a window more than 20 meters diagonally opposite.

There, a thin Mexican boy was coming out the window, throwing a hook and sliding to the balcony below.

And inside the window came an earth-shattering female voice yelling: “Come on, you mother-in-law monster, my old lady smashed your beep without blinking her eyes, ah~~”

At this point, the curse became a scream.

The black boy was full of fear, his hands trembled, and he almost fell downstairs, unable to help exclaiming.

This call immediately attracted the attention of someone in the house.

A blue-black face appeared above him, the big mouth that split to the base of the ears opened, and the dark red liquid and residue on the dense fangs fell, staining a little blood on the boy’s T-shirt.

Perceiving the dripping of the warm liquid, he subconsciously raised his head and was startled, his hands completely released the sheet: “Ah~~~”

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

Bang bang bang!

Three slightly dull gunshots sounded, just when the ogre was half stuck in the window.

The three bullets in the shape of a product passed a distance of more than 20 meters in an instant, and two of them hit its head.

The motion on the hideous face was sluggish, and two large holes appeared in the back of his head, and the gray brain was mixed with black blood flying from it.

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