space player

Chapter 4
"You..." Xin Wei was stunned.

Zhao Chengping pushed him: "Find a place to hide!"

He picked up a rifle. He should be very unfamiliar with the series of shooting operations. He only touched it twice during high school military training, but for some reason now, he finds it very smooth. All the movements are done in one go. .

With the sound of his gun, one of the opponents fell to the ground.

"It's amazing my brother." Xin Wei was speechless.

Not far away, Feng Hua fired in a standard kneeling position and released a shot: "This is not very difficult."

"Damn!" Xin Wei groped around, and found that the cooking spoon might be the most convenient to use.He grabbed the spoon and wanted to go, but someone pressed his shoulder, and Qiao Yu held the gun: "If someone is injured in a while, I will trouble you to take care of it. Among so many people, you are the most careful. Time to give these bums a hard time."

"This girl can still talk." Actually, after calming down, Xin Wei also knew that he couldn't shoot at all, and going up with a spoon is the rhythm of sending towers and heads, so don't add to the confusion.

The poachers that Zhao Chengping and Qiao Yu encountered before were the vanguard of this group of poachers. Although they had no sympathy for the death of their companions, and even secretly rejoiced that they could get a share, the existence of the mountain patrol team had a great impact on them. Planning has huge implications.

Both sides were red-eyed, Feng Hua squatted beside Zhao Chengping: "You are too soft."

"Me?" Zhao Chengping said and fired another shot, "Do you have bad eyesight?"

Feng Hua pointed at the opponent: "Look, if you stand up, it's not that you can't aim right, so you can't hit the vital point?"

"They are also employed by others, so why kill them all?"

"The benevolence of a woman! Don't forget that kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself."

As if confirming his words, the slightly injured poacher stood up, grabbed a machete, and slashed at the mountain patrol team who was fighting with other poachers.

Feng Hua's gun rang, and the man fell down.

The number of poachers in this wave was far greater than the number of scientific expedition team and mountain patrol team members. Even if Feng Hua and Zhao Chengping were good at marksmanship, they would shoot one at a time.

But the other party seemed to have endless bullets, so going on like this is not an option, and there will be damage as a last resort.

Zhao Chengping was thinking about countermeasures nervously. There were so many people on the other side but no car. They must have parked far away, fearing that the mountain rangers would hear them and make it inconvenient for them to attack in a sneak attack. The pursuit of a sneak attack is lightness and how many bullets can be carried by one person. Most must still be in the car.

The night was still very dark, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the sparks from the muzzle of the gun were the only illumination at this time, but Zhao Chengping found that he could see clearly, but now he had no time to think about the reason, so he quietly left the battlefield where the bullets were flying, walked around Go to the back and look for the poacher's vehicle.

Soon, he saw dozens of cars parked behind the mountain: "This is prepared."

At this time, there was no one in the car, so Zhao Chengping unscrewed the fuel tanks of all the cars, tore the clothes found in the car into strips, and put them into the fuel tank one by one.

"Damn, it's really short." If the cloth was lit at this length, he wasn't sure if he could run to a safe area before it exploded.

I was hesitating when I heard someone shouting: "Who!" It was the poachers who came back to fetch the bullets, there were eleven or twelve of them.

That's too late.Zhao Chengping took out a lighter from his pocket, and stretched it out to the cloth strip, which was soaked in gasoline, and instantly caught fire. Seeing this, the poachers ran away in panic.

Zhao Chengping ran in the opposite direction, and within a short distance, he heard an earth-shattering explosion behind him, followed by continuous explosions. He felt a wave of air rushing behind him, lifted him up, and fell heavily again, his eyes went black. , I don’t know anything.

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Waking up from a coma, Zhao Chengping found himself lying on a soft bed. He recalled that before he passed out, he seemed to have heard a woman screaming. He rubbed his drowsy head and looked around when the door was pushed open. , it was Liang Jingjing who walked in, holding a glass of water in her hand: "Have you slept enough? Get up and eat."

"I'm not dead yet?"

"No, do you want to eat?" Liang Jingjing turned around and was about to leave, but found a faint red light in his coat pocket: "What is in your pocket? Is it glowing?"

Zhao Chengping put his hand into his pocket, his fingertips were icy cold, it was the flat stone picked up from the mountain, he took it out, the red light on the stone was brighter than when he found it on the cliff before, Moreover, there are some weird symbols on it, one by one like words, Zhao Chengping doesn't know a single word.

"Huh?" Liang Jingjing made a surprised voice, "This is a lost text of an ancient tribe, how did you have this thing?"

"I picked it up in the mountains of the first space. Do you know these words?"

"Well, it says that if you gather all eight kinds of treasures, fuse them and refine them, you can revive the living beings."

"Resuscitation? It means..." Zhao Chengping suddenly thought of a certain possibility, and couldn't help getting excited.

Liang Jingjing looked at it carefully again: "That's right, it's the thing you want most now."

"Where to gather them all?" The death of Xin Wei is the greatest pain in Zhao Chengping's heart now. If possible, he is willing to give his all in exchange for Xin Wei's resurrection. This kind of thing that sounds very unscientific, he unexpectedly Accepted.

"However, didn't you say that the first store owner went to a space with strong medical skills, where the dead can be resurrected?"

"Ah, yes."

"What does that have to do with this?"

"It is written on this stone that space is divided into different planes. The specific plane you will travel to is only related to the mission and cannot be freely chosen. The specific mission content will only automatically enter your consciousness three days in advance. Each People who enter the space can only strictly abide by the rules in that space, that is, if you go to the Hoh Xil in the real world, you can only use fists and kicks, or use normal people's guns. In the world of Avatar, you may turn blue all over, and in the world of Hobbits, you may become Gollum, and maybe you can get the Lord of the Rings."

"Why not Legolas?"

"Because you're not handsome enough, well, let's go down to eat after enough rest." Liang Jingjing left the room.

Holding the meteorite in his hand, Zhao Chengping looked left and right, but he couldn't see anything. When his eyes swept over Xin Wei, a lot of personal information of Xin Wei suddenly appeared in his mind, including age, physical strength, personality, specialties, etc. things, past experiences, etc., as well as interpersonal relationships.He took a special look at the ones related to him. Xin Wei's evaluation of himself was "to protect the little brother."

I didn't have this kind of experience before, could it be because of this meteorite?
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On the kitchen table was the noodles that the proprietress had made just now, and now they were sticky into a ball. When I picked them up with chopsticks, a whole bowl of noodles was lifted up like a bird's nest.

It is said that hunger is the best seasoning, and it really makes sense. At this time, Zhao Chengping felt that the dough had a strange aroma, and he waved to himself.

Liang Jingjing snatched the noodles before she put them in her mouth: "I told you to eat it just now, but if you don't eat it, why should you eat it now that it's like this?"

"fine."

"There is something to do!" Liang Jingjing poured the noodles into the slop bucket in disdain, "In my kitchen, I will never serve such unpalatable food! I can't afford to lose this person!"

There are still a lot of ingredients in the kitchen. Liang Jingjing cuts meat and stews deftly. After a while, there are steamed bacon, fried pork with sharp peppers, hand-meat meat, and a bowl of crucian loofah stewed until milky white and fragrant. Soup.

Taking advantage of this time, Zhao Chengping reached into his pocket to hold down the meteorite, and looked at Liang Jingjing.

Strange, why doesn’t any information about Liang Jingjing come to mind?Not even the fact that she is the owner of the Shining Hotel?

Could it be that my deduction is wrong, this meteorite has no magical effect?

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly felt someone standing at the door, and he turned his head.

Qiao Yu? ! ! !
(End of this chapter)