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"It's okay, can't I come to you?"

Waste: "...wake up."

"Cough cough," Wade cleared his throat, serious, "I'll bring you something."

After speaking, he threw a belt on the waste bed.

Take a glance at the waste, pick it up and put it aside at will.

"Well, there are a few more things... First of all, congratulations, the higher-ups have carefully evaluated your recent work, and thought that you have worked hard and your achievements are quite high. With my hard work, they unanimously agreed to give you a military rank promotion, and then." He shook After shaking the cigarette, he went through his pockets with the other hand, found the military rank badge in the crease of his trousers, wiped the surface twice with his hand before handing it to him.

"You also know that our department is not very popular, so there are no guarantee meetings or ceremonies." Wade patted Wasted on the shoulder, with a look of relief, "Ah, back then I saw you join The military department, seeing you grow into an officer in a blink of an eye, really..."

Seeing Wade sigh, Waste interrupted him without hesitation.

"Finished?"

"I think back then someone said he wanted to buy me a drink... oh, oh, oh, don't be rough!"

Wasted relied on his own height to be a little taller, picked up a skinny old man and threw him out the door.

Wade stood at the door of the wasted dormitory and shouted loudly, "You son of a bitch, you don't respect your elders!"

Wasted expressionlessly slammed the door one centimeter from the tip of Wade's nose in front of Wade's face, and locked it tightly.

Did this brat think this kind of lock could stop him? !Wade stared at the door lock, and a blue skill light emerged from his palm. Looking at the shape of the light, it was a long willow leaf.

He slapped his skills on the wasted door, but he didn't know what to think of, raised his head and snorted, and strode away.

It wasn't until there was no sound in the corridor of the dormitory for 10 minutes that someone secretly opened a crack in the door, looked around and saw no one, and then strolled out. Passing by the wasteful door, he did not forget to cast a sympathetic glance.

It shows the old man's power.

Wade let it go when he saw that Waste was indeed very tired, but Waste did not close his eyes and fall asleep like Wade expected.

Walking into the room and laying soft on the bed, he was obviously too tired to move, but he didn't know what strength was supporting him to keep his eyes open.

In other words, I really want to close my eyes, but after closing them for a while, I can’t help but open them again, reminding myself to rest immediately to accumulate the physical strength to face the next thing, a little clarity in the dizziness is pulling cranial nerves.

such a painful state.

There were no windows in the small dormitory, and the lights were not turned on. After opening and closing his eyes several times, he simply opened his eyes.

Anyway, the room is so dark, it doesn't matter if you open or close your eyes... right?

A minute later he wanted to slap himself.

In the beginning, I couldn’t see anything. The most obvious darkness was the pale light from the hallway outside reflected on the smooth floor, but it was only a small beam, so I just turned around and didn’t look at it.

But in just a short while, the outlines of various furniture in the originally dark room appeared indistinct, and after a while, even the deep and shallow wrinkles on the spread quilt can be seen clearly. up.

—— "On the Refraction and Dispersion of Light and the Effect of Pupil Dilation"

The waste who found that he could not sleep at all could only get up silently and turn on the light.

There is a residual smoke smell in the room, which is choking and unpleasant. I don’t know why Wade, who is already in a high position, likes this kind of inferior tobacco cigarettes. He is not a person who tastes better than tobacco cigarettes or healthy electronic cigarettes. Can't afford to enjoy it, does it mean that he likes to see the angry expression of people who smoke second-hand smoke?

He clicked the cleaning button, and there was a humming sound from the bathroom, and the smell of smoke disappeared within two seconds.

The waste who finally cleared away the foreign objects in his personal territory let out a long sigh of relief, and looked at the belt that was still on the bed.

This new belt is exactly the same as the one that Waste is using now, non-leather, matte finish, a bit thinner, not too hard, with T7001 printed on the inner edge near the metal buckle.

He fumbled on the metal buckle, and sure enough, a fanny pack popped out.

Fifty grids, twice as much as wasted now.

The new waist bag is not empty yet. There are a dozen white shirts, a dozen army green long-sleeved T-shirts, a dozen camouflage vests, a dozen boxer briefs, and a dozen slim suit pants. Superposition, the remaining two windbreaker coats, two pairs of knee-high boots, two pairs of backless gloves, two pairs of combat pants, two cloaks, two guns, and two military thorns are used as equipment that cannot be superimposed.

Except for the windbreaker, which is a carbon black and a pure white, everything else is exactly the same.

Faced with such a waste of good welfare, we can only "...".

He cleared out the ordinary clothes and put them in the wardrobe in the wall, and picked up the urgent equipment.

[Pioneer 2188 (Excellent)] (Black) (White)

[Made of bionic chemical fiber, effectively improve jumping ability, save strength, increase agility, and improve defense.The honeycomb structure reduces the sound of physiological activities to 25%. It is equipped with a flight engine in the boots and the cloak is made of 100% optical materials. It is a must-have product for your home travel, murder and arson.

——"Wings of Black Iron" dedicated to the fifth armory of the military department! ]

Waste: ...Why is this introduction written like an advertisement?

Subconsciously murmured, Waste sighed silently and put on new equipment.

I feel like I'm flashing in PIKAPIKA after putting on the windbreaker... Is it an illusion?

Clear out the things in the old waist bag one by one and put them in the new waist bag one by one, confirm that the waste has been completely sorted. Just as I was about to close the old waist bag, I suddenly saw a sparkling gemstone in the last grid debris.

Just got this thing again?

He clicked on that grid, and the gem fragments automatically appeared in front of him, falling vertically from the air.

He reached out and caught it.

It feels bad to waste it.

Different from the crystal clear and icy visual experience, as soon as he caught it, he felt that what he was holding was not a piece of gemstone but a burning red soldering iron. He wasted the moment he held it and even heard the "hissing" of the flesh on his hand. With a sound, it was obviously cooked.

But he can't even move, the time in this space has stopped at this moment, neither the heartbeat, pulse, nor breathing can proceed, only the consciousness can confirm it, and the brain can still think.

A second is like a thousand years.

Under such circumstances, the burning pain in the hand was insignificant. When the wasted brain was already thinking about the thousand and first solution, a voice came late.

This existence was recognized without reason, and the ethereal voice, which resembled a man and a woman, accompanied the reverberation of countless consciousnesses, confirmed to waste "wavelength... 5863999.559634.1227, human being, Fei Yuan."

Waste, who didn't realize that he had taken back control of his body, widened his eyes. Unlike the previous conversations, the human part of this existence was gone, only the inorganic, non-biological voice was still echoing.

"Transaction confirmation."

Countless consciousnesses receded from his brain like a tidal wave, and Waste slightly loosened his right fingers, and the temperature had already dropped quite a few pieces of colored gemstones slipped out of his hand.

But it didn't land straight on the bed.

The colorless and transparent gem fragments flew around the waste twice quickly, and the game page that appeared automatically without anyone operating it quickly flipped to the task page, and the gems were put into the task page like swallows returning to the forest, and disappeared.

It can't be called disappearing, because a platinum mission appeared out of thin air on the mission board.

[Epic: Atlantis - Finding]

[Requirement: Find the top-secret laboratory in Atlantis, Atlantic Ocean, and explore the experimental content.

Time limit: three months

Reward: Unknown]

Atlantis, the Atlantis submerged in the Atlantic Ocean in the history of the ancient earth?But here is the research institute?

Looking at this sudden waste of tasks sighs deeply.

Sure enough, there is still a way to go.

The next week was wasted, except for the occasional offline time, staying in reality for a few hours and half a day, basically spent in the game.

He didn't go to the front line, but learned the basics in <Black Iron Wings>, and started cleaning up undercover spies.After working as an animal for old man Wade for a week, he finally applied for two days off.

It is rare to play games for his sake.

In the middle of the night when he finally asked for leave, Wasted went to the public entrance of <Black Iron Wings> by floating.

The clothes that haven’t been tidied for several days are wrinkled, and the sleeves are rolled up to the elbows at random, but the whole hand is covered. The scarf, which is obviously new, looks like a ball of pickled pickles after wearing it for a few days Same, with strange brown spots on the tail of the long falling scarf.

Coupled with the bangs that basically covered the face, passers-by frequently looked at this slovenly guy along the way, but none of them realized that this guy who made people shy away was still a "celebrity".

When he sat down on the public spaceship, the lady who was sitting next to him frowned and changed her seat in disgust.

In the end, it was a waste of one person to monopolize a row of seats and sleep very soundly.

Such a shameless thing really needs to be cultivated into a thick city wall to go out.

It's not touristy to waste this time out.

The special fibers obtained from Dr. Byron at the <Black Iron Wings> Technician Association are getting shorter and shorter due to damage, the wiring array has not had time to recycle, etc. The two white and almost transparent bracelets on the wrists are now only mechanical pencils. The core is as thick as it is, obviously not enough for a few times.

In order to get better weapons and equipment, it is natural to complete the mission obtained from Dr. Byron last time.

When Waste was disembarking the spacecraft at the traffic point <Pingyang City>, the entire traffic point was empty and he was the only one, and he seemed to be shouting in unison with the eyes of others watching him get off the spaceship: Hero!strong man! .

Strangers (living people) are kept away from this area, and even the wind is particularly bleak.

He looked up at the starless sky, and then lowered his gaze.

On the horizon in the distance, a city full of high-rise buildings without lights stands quietly.

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