I became the Martial Saint of the Wasteland

Rosen rarely shoots.

Because his physique is too weak.

In fact, firearms are not too expensive in the Golden Sunshine District.

The pre-war Pan-Asian Joint Type 12 standard pistol only requires about 25 energy units of Dark Crystal to capture.

One energy unit of dark crystal can buy 8 E-type nutritional mixtures, a small spoonful of clean canned meat, a third of a can of inferior cans, two units of energy cartridges, or an E-type battery.

Each E-type nutritional mixture is enough to sustain him for one meal.

Depending on his luck, his harvest from a single scavenging session is usually between 2 and 5 points of Dark Crystal.

Coupled with the necessary daily expenses, it is not easy to save dozens of dark crystal points.

But as a member of a team of scavengers who hired "parents", Rosen had no need to purchase guns.

First of all, it is because pre-war thermal weapons and firearms were issued to soldiers who had undergone preliminary genetic enhancement.

The power is terrifying, but the recoil is equally astonishing.

Secondly, the deterrence and actual combat capabilities of a group of scavengers armed with light weapons are far less reliable than hiring a soldier as a "parent".

If you encounter a situation that cannot be solved by "parents", ordinary scavengers will not be able to help even if they are equipped with weapons.

As for energy weapons without recoil, almost all of them have high sales prices and maintenance costs.

Therefore, for most waste pickers, instead of thinking about how to be tough, it is better to think about how to save money.

At the very least, the vast majority of survivor neighborhoods are welcoming to scavengers.

Small-scale industrial production is inseparable from material recycling by scavengers.

But in the wild, they are also easy prey for predators.

Although he didn't have much shooting experience, Rosen inexplicably possessed a mysterious gun sense at this moment.

This feeling of hitting wherever you point is intoxicating.

After all, he has been crawling around in the wasteland for several years. He may look young, but his mind is extremely mature.

Facing the fierce masked men in black, killing the crossbowmen first became the best choice.

As for the swordsmen, their attention was focused on the Zhang brothers and sisters, and it was difficult to pull away decisively.

That short gap was the best time for him to take action!

There are thousands of thoughts, but reality only lasts a moment.

In the super-sensory state, everything within sight is slowed down to 0.7 times its original value.

This makes those men in black who move like the wind look like frame-dropping warriors,

In Rosen's field of vision, every move they made looked very laggy, and there were flaws everywhere.

Still without aiming, with his absolute gun sense, he decisively shot at the remaining two crossbowmen.

"Bang bang!"

The continuous fire from the iron pipe pistol numbed his arm.

The .38-caliber bullet fired with great force hit the two men's heads as expected.

The impact points are very precise, all on the forehead and center.

Two clusters of bloody bean curds splashed, and the lifeless corpse fell powerlessly.

From the perspective of others, Rosen just attacked in an instant and lost three lives.

"That... little... kid... isn't... right!"

In slow motion, the four men in black who were besieging the Zhang brothers and sisters finally reacted.

The two swordsmen chose to withdraw and leaped to both sides.

They call firearms "firearms", which is a very retro term in the wasteland world.

From this, we can further infer the age and weapon level of this world.

Rosen's mind was highly active at this moment, with many thoughts surging every second.

After firing three shots in a row, his right arm dropped limply.

There is no way, his physique is just so weak.

The current situation of the Zhang family siblings is not good.

Brother Zhang Zhenyu was hit in the chest, and his breath and pace became very disordered.

My sister's swing of the sword is still strong, but it will definitely not last long.

Suddenly two men in black escaped from the siege, which relieved the pressure on the brother and sister.

"Yue Ning! Go help!"

"I'll stop them!"

Zhang Zhenyu gritted his teeth and roared.

His eyes were red, and a layer of white air clung to the blood-stained sword.

Rosen's thunderous shot gave the brother and sister hope.

At the same time, Rosen himself, standing more than ten meters away, was sweating.

The opponent was very fast, and every second counted for him.

Without much hesitation, he came up with an effective solution almost in the blink of an eye.

His left hand suddenly reached into his waist bag and took out a red-headed gas tank as thick as a knuckle.

This thing is the hallucinogenic gas [Jet] taken from the raider's backpack.

It is a common "entertainment" item among looters.

After inhalation, it can produce a strong hallucinogenic effect in the short term and at the same time increase the [brain cell activity peak].

It allows Rosen to temporarily put aside burdensome physical problems.

Take out the gas tank, just press it lightly, and the other end will make a "beep" sound.

Rosen held the gas tank in his hand and took a big gulp.

The whole person suddenly became ecstatic.

The scene in front of me also suddenly changed.

This is no longer a forest in another world, but a playground.

In his hand was a light air pistol.

Two black balloons were floating toward him quickly in a crooked manner.

There are two black balloons floating further away.

"Break them!"

"Break them!"

"Fight! Fight quickly!"

"Hey hey hey!"

The sinister laughter of the evil clown echoed in my ears.

Rosen felt like he was drunk.

He raised the "air pistol" in his hand and fired decisively.

"Bang bang!"

The muzzle then sprayed out colorful strips and sequins.

The two black balloons popped in response.

"Blow up the balloon..."

"Yeah, I'm popping a balloon!"

The corner of his mouth curled up into a vague smile.

He raised the "air pistol" in his hand and aimed at the two remaining black balloons.

"Bang! Bang!"

It's still the muzzle that sprays streamers.

Only one of the two black balloons was popped.

The other balloon drifted away and soon disappeared.

Rosen, who had lost his goal, wandered slowly in the amusement park and suddenly felt a sense of emptiness in his heart.

In a daze, he heard two whispers.

"Be careful, don't get too close."

"The benefactor's state is very strange..."

…

I don’t know how long the feeling of emptiness lasted.

In other words, Rosen has already lost the concept of time.

Until the amusement park shattered, both physical and mental exhaustion hit.

Only then did he break out of this weird psychedelic state.

Supersensory is an overdraft of [the peak activity of brain cells].

The hallucinogens and physical exertion increased his physical burden.

When the effect of [Jet] disappeared, his physical and mental state both fell to the bottom.

The moment his vision returned, it was also the moment he fell into coma.

Before he fell into coma, what reached his ears was Zhang Zhenyu's slightly anxious voice.

"The benefactor passed out."

"Quick, take him out of here immediately!"

Then, everything was silent in his mind, and darkness and chaos invaded Rosen's entire consciousness.

It made him feel as if he was sinking into the deep sea where no sunlight could be seen.

Just sink, sink.

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