Gamers Are Fierce

In the next few days, Li Ang has been testing the specific strength of the [Gland Stimulation Method - Adrenal Gland] skill.

His usual physiological function is probably similar to that of an average professional athlete, but after the injection of adrenaline, his athletic level can be comparable to that of a national first-class athlete, or even a world-class champion.

In other words, as long as he uses this skill, Li Ang can reach the peak of human physiology.

Of course, the side effects are also extremely serious, such as trembling, shortness of breath, bloodshot eyes, profuse cold sweat from the inside out, violent acceleration of heartbeat and even arrhythmia, strong vomiting feeling in the stomach, and a feeling like stuffing your head in The horrible headache of a water mill.

Fortunately, these side effects are still within the range of Li Ang's tolerance - he has studied the interrogation guide books of intelligence agencies including the CIA's Kubak Interrogation Manual a long time ago,

And tried many techniques of torture to extract a confession on himself. Compared with those horrific tortures, the side effects of adrenal hormones are similar to the breeze blowing on the face.

And after going through this blackout, Li Ang also realized that modern light weapons such as assault rifles may not be able to cause effective damage to all kinds of monsters in the killing game.

Anti-equipment sniper rifles, anti-tank individual rocket launchers, military flamethrowers, mortars, howitzers, mustard gas...

It is true that Li Ang likes small productions, but no matter how strong his hands-on ability is, it is impossible for him to hide in his living room and pull out many heavy weapons with his bare hands without being noticed by the official monitoring system.

If only I were in Black Africa, let alone military flamethrowers, I can make even M388 rocket launchers.

Li Ang thought so.

The so-called M388 rocket launcher refers to the rocket launcher developed by the NATO alliance after World War II in order to guard against the torrent of steel from Soviet tanks.

Although this bazooka is used to hit tanks, it is neither equipped with armor-piercing projectiles, nor armor-piercing projectiles, nor is it equipped with fragmented armor projectiles.

It is loaded with a miniature lightweight nuclear bomb with an equivalent of up to 250 tons of TNT, and its maximum range can reach 4 kilometers.

The most embarrassing thing is that the radiation radius of the light-weight nuclear warhead of the M388 rocket launcher exceeds its range....

In other words, when the user fires the shell, he must be prepared to die suddenly on the spot and die with the enemy.

I kill myself.

It is definitely not Li Ang's bragging rights to be able to rub out nuclear warheads. The manufacturing process of soil-based nuclear weapons is actually quite simple. If it weren't for the efforts of the customs supervision department, I am afraid that Li Ang would have bought two local specialty yellow cakes online from the Black African region.

Damn it, I'm suffering from insufficient firepower phobia...

In short, Li Ang, who has no channels to purchase heavy weapons for the time being, has no choice but to tinker with his own equipment and turn his attention to the magical weapons in folklore.

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Jing'an Temple, also known as Jing'an Ancient Temple, is located in the center of Yin City. Its history can be traced back to the Three Kingdoms period. It was originally named Chongxuan Temple, and was renamed Jing'an Temple during the reign of Song Dazhong Xiangfu. It is one of the oldest temples in the country.

The world is changing, the stars are changing, and the ancient temples of the past have become tourist attractions. It is the summer weekend, and tourists from all over the country who come to take pictures and punch cards form a long queue inside and outside the temple.

Among the crowd queuing outside the temple, Wang Congshan was wearing a straw hat, a pink shirt and blue shorts, holding a popsicle in her hand, her snow-white slender thighs dangling in front of Li Ang, Hey, don't you always hate all kinds of religions? ? Why did you ask me to visit Jing’an Temple together today?”

I don't call you hello, my name is Chu Yuxun.

Li Ang talked about the old stalks of the last century, and said casually: I hate religion, and I always think that bald donkeys don't have a good thing.

Then you're still here?

It's too boring to go out and go shopping on weekends.

Li Ang curled his lips, threw the popsicle sticks to the side of the road, and said, I originally wanted to ask you to go to the zoo. But the Yin City Zoo is very inhumane, and the animals in it are not marked with prices. How can we, the audience? Make a bid.

What the hell is bidding for the auction. Wang Congshan rolled her eyes and pointed to the popsicle stick that Li Ang dropped on the ground, It's really unqualified to litter the trash casually. There are foreign friends here.

Hmm... Li Ang pondered for a moment, realized that this kind of behavior was really bad, so he picked up the wooden stick, slapped himself in the face, and shouted loudly in Japanese Kansai dialect: すみませえん!

The crowd on both sides cast their gazes one after another. Wang Congshan, who had long been used to Li Ang's daily crimes, just twitched the corner of her mouth, pretending not to know him.

After a long wait, Wang Congshan and Li Ang finally lined up to enter the temple. The former took out his mobile phone to take pictures, while the latter secretly observed the structure of the temple and inspected the possible magical artifacts in the temple.

After all, Jing'an Temple is one of the oldest temples in the country. If there are any ancient supernatural items left, this is the most likely hiding place.

The last time he used willow sticks to kill possessed ghosts, it was entirely an emergency move after reading some folklore books (such as Alien Ghost Record, Mingxiangji, Shenyiji, Youyang Miscellaneous Zu) .

It's just a coincidence that wicker can beat ghosts. What if wicker is useless if he meets a more resentful ghost.

Even though this place may have been searched over and over again by official agencies, it's not bad to come and take a peek at folklore items, and peek at bald donkeys who may have extraordinary heritage.

The two visited the Dharma Hall, the Mountain Gate, the Hall of Heavenly Kings, the Bell Tower, the Hall of Guanyin, and the Hall of Mani. They took a lot of photos of the buildings along the way, and they also saw Buddhist instruments such as Buddhist altars, worship mats, vases, incense burners, wooden fish, and rosary beads. few,

Li Ang even took some risks, put on sunglasses and turned on his spirit vision, but he never found any traces of the extraordinary power.

The great monks in the temple were all mortals without spiritual responses—fortunately, Li Ang wanted to buy some consecrated magical artifacts for himself and Wang Congshan.

Just as the two walked out of the Daxiong Palace, they saw a group of people wearing firefighter uniforms rushing into the Jing'an Temple, blocking the entrance and exit, and evacuating the tourists in the temple.

The underground natural gas pipeline has leaked. Please leave in an orderly manner under the arrangement of the staff.

A firefighter raised a loudspeaker and shouted from a fire engine that drove into Jing'an Temple.

Tourists from all corners of the country came to visit, naturally they were quite dissatisfied, but their own lives were the most important thing, so they could only evacuate Jing'an Temple in an orderly manner under the guidance of the staff.

Li Ang, who faintly sensed something was wrong, deliberately walked at the end, and saw seven or eight monks wearing gray green clothes and ring scars on their heads, surrounded by firefighters, carrying a stretcher, hurriedly running from the side door of the square Come in,

The stretcher was covered with a layer of white cloth, and the things underneath could not be seen, and based on the staggering steps of the monks, it could be judged that the things placed on the stretcher were extremely heavy.

Click!

There was only a sound of wood breaking, and the stretcher fell down and hit a monk.

The monk who was crushed to the ground by the stretcher looked as if he had been crushed by a heavy iron ball from a crane used to demolish a building.

Before the surrounding firefighters had time to come forward to rescue, another monk had already held the stretcher with both hands.

The young monk's figure was as delicate as a young girl's, and his face was as white as jade. While his facial features were delicate, he was also stained with a trace of fox charm by the mole at the corner of his eye.

Monk Humei held the stretcher with both hands and let out a soft drink. His thin body suddenly swelled, and his whole body grew a lot taller. His tangled muscles stretched the monk's robe so high that he was comparable to a muscle monster-level fighter in WWE.

rise!

The muscular boy clenched his teeth and lifted the stretcher like a weightlifter, letting others drag the monk under the stretcher away.

boom! The stretcher hit the ground, cracking the marble floor tiles.

As the breeze blew, the handsome muscular young man straightened up while panting heavily, packed his monk clothes, and exchanged a glance with Li Ang who was looking at him from a distance.

The handsome and muscular monk blushed, nodded his chin slightly, and his face was like a peach blossom. Looking at his face alone, he could be called a natural charmer.

Li Ang felt a chill, both because of the monk, and also because of the stretcher blown up by the wind—on it lay a gleaming black, strange-looking lower half of a mummified corpse.