American comics: This guy is crazy

Bang…

"ah!"

‘If the battle fails, the experience value will be +5. ’

Bang…

"ah!"

‘If the battle fails, the experience value will be +5. ’

‘Enough experience, the current thief level is Lv1. ’

Bang…

"oh!"

‘Battle failed, experience value +5, comprehension skill: weapon mastery. ’

‘Weapon Mastery lv0: Hit +1. ’

…

Half a day of sparring is over.

Allen has changed beyond recognition.

He was knocked away again and again and stood up again and again. His face was so swollen that his eyes were like slits.

At the same time, the system prompts one after another in the mind.

"Today's training is over. You can ask Chelsea to treat the injury and continue tomorrow."

Nisha let out a breath of bad breath, and she couldn't help but feel relaxed physically and mentally.

She still underestimated Allen's endurance, but he didn't surrender and beg for mercy. If it weren't for his brain problems, he would really be suitable to be trained into a qualified warrior.

"At this level, I will not admit defeat. I swear this on my current and predecessors' behalf."

As he spoke, Allen raised his hands to indicate that his right hand was the current one and his left hand was the previous one.

In Allen's concept, the whole body can be soft, except the mouth.

"Very good, I look forward to your performance tomorrow."

Nisha is very satisfied to go out. She likes a dead duck to have a tough mouth, and then plant the seeds of fear in its heart little by little.

Turn left out the door and follow the signs to the infirmary.

Lei Xiao Aogu has lived for hundreds of years, followed many masters in practice, and collected many treatment prescriptions from them. After all, injuries are inevitable while practicing martial arts.

For the Assassin's League to develop and grow, healing medicine is indispensable. Otherwise, who will sacrifice their lives if they become crippled?

"Hey, this is not Allen. I can't recognize it after only half a day."

It’s true that you encounter love just around the corner.

Thalia greeted grimly.

On the first day, Allen teased her that her figure was not as good as Nisha's, so the two had a bad relationship.

However, Allen has never lost to anyone when it comes to talking.

Immediately, he held the back of his head with one hand and pressed his elbow against the wall. He put his other hand on his waist and crossed his legs to open his mouth.

"It turns out it was my dear Thalia, were you worried about me so you pretended to have met by chance?"

A self-conscious smile appeared on Allen's swollen face: "I know, I know, after all, you can't hide the look of love in someone's eyes. You are afraid that I will be obsessed with Nisha."

Suddenly, Thalia felt like she was eating a pound of flies.

I had eaten enough to provoke a mentally ill person.

Pretending not to hear anything, he quickened his pace and passed by. He made up his mind to stay away from the madman in the future, otherwise he would become abnormal as well.

She spent most of her life practicing martial arts, so how could she defeat the stubborn king in a lane? The only way she could think of was to kill him.

"Thalia, running away won't solve the problem."

"Love must be spoken loudly, and I must have the courage to express my love to you. I hope your love will no longer linger. This life will be colorful with you..."

I can't control my stern attitude.

Allen sang a love song affectionately.

The song sounded like a demonic sound that threatened death. Thalia held her ears with both hands and went from trotting to running wildly. She really didn't want to stay for one more second.

"Young man, you dare not face your heart."

Allen said leisurely and narcissistically: "Escape will only make you more addicted."

ah!

Turning around, he saw Nisha looking at him with a strange look on her face.

She was worried that Allen wouldn't be able to find the infirmary, so she turned back to take him there, and happened to see the scene just now.

To be honest, seeing Thalia suffer a loss, Nissa felt more happy than her father Lexiaogu praised her.

"I'll be gentler tomorrow."

"Are you confessing your love?"

"..."

Obviously, Allen's aggressive attitude did not enter the cooling time and accidentally injured his teammates in an instant.

Nissa's original intention was to use the other party's hand to defeat Thalia, but in the end, it was simply an uncontrollable factor that unleashed cruel attacks indiscriminately.

Seeing Nessa running away, Allen couldn't help but push his hair back: "I know you are attracted to me, and I can see that you are indulging in lust. I am indeed talented. Alas, it is a headache to be charming, but I am attracted to you." Xiaoyou is loyal and unswerving."

"Xiao Zuo, stop it, you are just an ex, please keep your distance."

Mental patients have a lot of fun, and Allen is never alone. Xiao Zuo and Xiao You always accompany him, and from time to time they stage jealous sadomasochism.

squeak.

The door to the infirmary was half-opened, and a face that was swollen beyond recognition poked in.

Chelsea, who was studying ancient books, was slightly stunned. She was silent for three seconds and recognized the person. She said with a kind smile on her face: "Alan, come in and sit down."

He is a non-combatant member of the Assassin's League. He works full-time as a pharmacist and specializes in developing various drugs to provide to the organization. His status is second only to the Ninja Master, but he does not have much real power.

This is their second meeting.

The first time was when Nyssa brought Alan back.

At that time, he was on the verge of death from the cold, but Chelsea successfully restored him to his original condition through superb medical skills.

"Lao Qie, arrange a plastic surgery for me. You don't need to be handsome, but you have to be awesome."

"I am a Chinese medicine practitioner."

"If it doesn't work, it won't work. What excuse can you make?"

Chelsea stood up and rummaged through the medicine cabinet to find a jar of ointment. He was very aware of Allen's virtues and became more and more enthusiastic as he talked about it.

"This is a medicine for treating trauma. It activates blood circulation and removes blood stasis, accelerating healing and growth. You don't need to apply too much. Keep the rest for yourself and ask me for it when you use it up."

He didn't have much repulsion towards Allen, but he couldn't bear to bother him every two days, so he simply gave him some more healing ointment to avoid seeing him every day.

"Growth?!"

Allen's focus is often different from ordinary people. When introducing the contents of the ointment, remember these two words, the smile on his face becomes brighter, and he lowers his head and looks at his lower body.

Ahem...

Chelsea warned cautiously: "Put away your unrealistic ideas, or you will lose them."

"Look what you said, I've always been happy with my size."

Allen smiled coquettishly, hiding his true thoughts.

Chelsea, of course, were deeply skeptical and never believe a psychopath who doesn't know what they're doing.

He carried the medicine jar back to the bedroom and applied the pungent ointment in front of the mirror.

The cooling effect relieves pain and is very effective.

The exclusive secret recipe of the Assassin's League, a low-end version was established and sold by a company.

Such a large organization supports its subordinates, and its annual expenses are already astronomical. I really don't think that engaging in assassinations and receiving bounties can maintain its income and expenditure.

The investment in cultivating a warrior alone is no less than fifty thousand US dollars a year.

There are more than a hundred people in the Snow Mountain Base, and the total number of members in Purgatory Island and other secret bases, as well as mission operation funds, building repair costs, equipment depreciation costs, drug purchase costs, and miscellaneous funds are at least hundreds of millions.

[Character]: Allen (1/10)

[Occupation]: lv5 thief

[Skills]: lv1 weapon mastery

[Time]: 1981 League of Assassins.

[Requirement]: If your current career reaches level 120, you can return to the original timeline.

Lying on the bed, Allen looked at the attribute panel in confusion, and suddenly said: "It turns out that I traveled to the League of Assassins. According to the chronological order, I may encounter..."