Global Famine: My items can be automatically upgraded

Last night, when chasing Molik in the dark, Shen Bei's vision was suppressed, and he was so focused on chasing the enemy that he did not observe the surrounding environment.

Now he returned along the same route during the day, and found that there was a large area of ​​grass on the road.

This is a purple grass, no more than 30 centimeters high, and its branches and leaves are curled, like springs growing on the ground.

I don't know what it is called, and I don't know if it is edible, but this grass almost extends to the cliff.

With the sparseness of large plants, it is difficult to find a lush slope to run up.

Pulling out the dagger from the waist, he cut down a few purple grasses and wrapped them around the armor, and the armor also turned purple to cover the camouflage.

Shen Bei's body jumped forward, pausing every ten meters, and moving camouflage, moving forward for twenty minutes, immersed in the purple grass, and groping towards the top of the cliff.

The grass clumps were like mature women waiting to get married, with their pretty faces lowered shyly, swaying with the wind. The countless purple stems supporting the grass path cut through the sight, making it impossible to look through.

Through the God's perspective of the cluster firepower flying disc, Shen Bei saw two enemies staying on the cliff in the visual mask.

They squatted on the edge of the cliff, carefully observing the body of the Molik below, pointing and talking.

Shen Bei was also surprised that the almost charred Molik that was thrown down was not carried away by the ocean current, but stuck in the gap of the reef below.

Shen Bei licked his lips, stuck to the edge of the grass, bent over and ran quickly, stretching into the purple sea.

The whistling mountain wind blew the grass crackling, making constant noise around.

Occasionally, a few seabirds that depended on each other for warmth were frightened by Shen Bei's purple face when he passed by, and flew away. They stared with bloodshot eyes. Even though they were across species, Shen Bei could feel the strong and fierce murderous aura.

However, these seabirds are small species, not fierce beasts at all, so Shen Bei is naturally not afraid of them.

It can even be said that after plucking their feathers and roasting them, they are crunchy and crispy.

The entire grass is more than 200 meters wide. Shen Bei advances forward in a Z-shaped route, not missing the enemy and protecting himself well.

The breeze at this moment is more like fine needles and threads, piercing into the soft and long grass. Shen Bei squats as low as possible.

Suddenly, a strong mountain wind blows from the depths of the grass, as if an invisible big hand caresses the hair of the animals, pressing all the thin grass stems almost to bend.

The branches on Shen Bei's armor trembled in the mountain wind.

The purple gauze tent covering the front, like bending down and bowing, collectively tilted towards the hillside. Forty meters ahead, two enemies in camouflage were exposed to Shen Bei's vision. They have returned from the cliff, holding automatic rifles in their hands, scanning the purple grass.

But what surprised Shen Bei was that one of the two enemies was an ordinary person, and the other was a first-level supernatural person who specialized in shooting. This person couldn't even afford a special sniper rifle, but he came out to make money...

Shen Bei smacked his lips. Why did he feel like he was still pulling carts and moving bricks before he grew up?

At this time, the two of them were parallel and 50 meters apart. Whether attacking or retreating, they could cooperate with each other in a timely and effective manner.

After the mountain wind, the grass in front of them returned to its height, blocking the view in front, leaving only a dense patch of dazzling purple grass stalks.

I don't know if the enemy on the left wing has changed his position, but the ordinary person on the right wing seems to be very scared and dare not move at will.

It should be that he was scared by the sound of the gunshot that Shen Bei just shot.

You know, the sound of Barrett's gunshot is extremely special. The only Barrett sniper rifle that can be used on the entire island is Shen Bei's.

And this gun should be in the valley, and there are no bullets.

The gunshot sounded again, all of which declared that Shen Bei, the ghost killer, is back!

Although this ordinary person didn't know where Shen Bei was, the gunshots were very close, which meant he was very close to death. How could he not be afraid?

Sometimes, killing and death are not terrible. The most vulnerable forbidden area on the battlefield is riding on the line between life and death.

This situation naturally made the two guys extremely conflicted and in a dilemma. They were at a loss in the direction of the cliff.

They wanted to return to the valley, but they were still afraid of encountering Shen Bei.

These were cruel and extremely torturous for the fighting mentality.

They could only let time pass meaninglessly.

Shen Bei put away his sniper rifle and approached the enemy little by little.

Shen Bei didn't want to shoot anymore. Being so close to the cliff, he needed to be silent.

The closer he was to the door of escape, the more cautious he needed to be.

Shen Bei decided to deal with them in close combat.

If he was given a chance...

His limbs lying on the muddy ground kept changing speed according to the slow wind direction.

He approached the khaki camouflage enemy little by little.

When he was four meters behind the enemy, Shen Bei stopped, staring with bloodshot eyes, quietly observing the prey that was about to die in his hands.

This guy's attention was still focused on the mountaintop in the distance where the gunshots had disappeared for a long time, and he didn't realize that he might be surrounded.

Now, Shen Bei only needed to aim at the back of the head of the shrinking neck in front of him and gently pull the trigger of the revolver to blow off his skull.

But there was one situation that Shen Bei had to fully consider. The superpower who specialized in shooting on the right wing could immediately judge that he was surrounded by him once he heard the gunshots.

He might shoot at Shen Bei randomly, or escape to other places, which would be disadvantageous for Shen Bei to sneak into the sea quietly.

At this time, Shen Bei curled up his knees in the mud and water, crouched quietly, drew out the dagger in his right hand, and moved step by step towards the guy with his back to him.

He still held the automatic rifle, and from time to time blocked his eyes with the half-scope to see if the top of the mountain was pointing the muzzle at his forehead.

In his mind, he might still think that Shen Bei was still wandering and ambushing on the ridge.

The wind rustled the purple spring-like grass, confusing the friction between Shen Bei's body and the grass. Until Shen Bei was one meter away from this guy, he suddenly froze for a moment, and his back seemed to feel the invisible pressure approaching.

Before he could suddenly twist his neck, Shen Bei kicked the mud under his feet with all his strength, and his left arm, like a sudden attacking anaconda, hooked the other's throat.

The mechanical palm covered the opponent's mouth, and the dagger in the right hand stabbed into the neck muscle under his right ear.

The enemy tied in his arms shook violently, trying to struggle out of Shen Bei's restraint.

But Shen Bei was wearing a battle armor that could fight against the eighth level, and the output power was beyond imagination.

The ordinary person was about to make a piercing wail, and Shen Bei slashed the dagger in his right hand down fiercely, cutting off the enemy's vocal cords, so that his accomplices could not get any signal.

Because the enemy's mouth was covered by his hand, the blood in his mouth could not be sprayed out, so it had to burst out from his nostrils, slowly flowed along Shen Bei's fingers, dripped into the purple grass, and fell into the muddy and moist soil.

The enemy under him whimpered in his nose, and his breathing became piercing and unsmooth.

The damp and cool air, under the influence of the mountain wind, quickly poured into his exposed trachea after his Adam's apple was cut, forcing the black blood to flow more and more, gradually draining the life sealed in his body.

Shen Bei was already like a lion fighting a rabbit, doing his best.

Some grass stalks were crushed in the fighting area, and a few crabs that could not bear the tossing, holding up their blue-black poisonous stings, hurriedly got out of the wet mud and grass and fled.

"Death is the rest after suffering..."

Shen Bei's whisper made the enemy seem to have returned to the time when his mother hummed a little song and held the baby to sleep.

His eyelids were heavy and he gradually closed his eyes...

However, plans are not as good as changes, and Shen Bei still made mistakes...