Time: At 1:50 in midnight, that is, the group of Zhongzhou team returned to the modern plane almost two hours later.

Location: A vocational and technical college, in the single dormitory of faculty and staff.

In fact, Teacher Amu, who had to teach the students the next morning.

After taking a hot bath in the bathroom for half an hour, rubbing off half a pound of dirt for myself, and after coming out to eat and drink.

I didn't hurry to have a sleep, so I was so energetic that I went to class tomorrow.

There is no way! The main reason is that his current spirit is really too excited.

As soon as I close my eyes, I will remember all the bloody storms I experienced in the more than a month of ice and snow in Goryeo.

So often, he just suspected that he had a dream.

Fortunately, the "Demon-Breaking Spear" hidden under the bed clearly told him that everything was extremely real.

But it was precisely this reason that Amu couldn't sleep at all. After lying in the bed and tossing and turning for half an hour, he simply stopped sleeping.

Holding a towel in my hand and some sewing machine oil obtained from the fashion design class, I started to take care of the "Demon-Breaking Gun~" carefully.

Thanks to the book "Basic Machine Gun Usage Specialization" that just used, a skill book produced by this system.

A rookie like Amu is as familiar with the crooked light machine gun made by the Japanese in front of him, as if he were his own fingers.

So, he was in a series of skilled techniques.

Soon, the whole tilted light machine gun was completely dismantled into parts.

For these large and small parts, Amu first wiped them thoroughly, and then carefully brushed them with a layer of gun oil on it.

Or in other words, it is a layer of sewing machine oil that replaces gun oil. This thing seems much better than the Vaseline that Hu Biao used at the time.

In the end, after Amu successfully assembled the whole tilted handle, no extra parts were left on the table.

But after doing all this, he always felt something was wrong with this new light machine gun placed on the table.

After calming down and thinking for a while, I reacted:

"Damn, this color is not good?

This thing is red like a piece of chili pepper. If you fire this thing on the battlefield, wouldn’t it be like a fireflies in the dark and a mouse shit in rice, and you will be noticed immediately.

Especially during team battles, it will definitely be discovered soon, and then it will be knocked out by snipers or other firepower first."

After thinking about the above, a picture appeared in Amu's mind:

In the future team battle, I was in the corner of the battlefield and was about to shoot secretly; but I hadn't found a chance to shoot.

After a gunshot of "bang" there was a gun hole on my forehead.

What a good guy! Isn’t such a scene and ending a crime?

Under such a very lethal scene, Teacher Amu could no longer sit still; despite the fact that it was midnight now, he put on his coat and went out.

What are you doing? Of course, I went to search the boy's dormitory and used such an excuse to find some things I needed.

Sure enough, in the magical boy dormitory, it will never disappoint people.

About an hour later, he came back with almost two big bags of things; in the full bag, there were electric kettles, induction cookers, and other things that were hidden.

There is also a can of self-spraying, which is the paint used by those mischievous homeless people and hippies in the movie to spray characters on the street.

Finally, looking at the crooked light machine gun that was sprayed black, Amu fell asleep...

And Amu, a teacher from a vocational and technical college, finally fell asleep with satisfaction.

The accident appraiser of an insurance company, the carpenter, was still reincarnating a starving ghost, constantly plucking the lunch box into his mouth; at his feet, such lunch boxes had been thrown away a dozen.

In comparison, the unlucky Carpenter can definitely be regarded as the most difficult situation among the rookies who joined the team this time.

Tonight is really a bit weird for him.

When he encountered the system, he was teleported to the world of missions that had a life-threatening death. Forget it; no matter how he was, he was back, and he also got a lot of benefits.

Such as antiques, mobaos, and the bloodline of primary orcs, they can be regarded as a gambler, and the bicycle has become a motorcycle.

The process is a bit dangerous and cannot be said to be a loss.

But after he teleported back, he returned home from the scene of the highway accident and didn't even have time to take off his shoes.

Not to mention, you can take a hot bath for yourself after more than two hours; and have a good meal and replenish the huge consumption required for you to take "Junior Orc Bloodline".

As a result, at this moment, the ringtone in my hand rang again like a death-seeking moment.

The phone call was from the company and said that there was another car accident.

And such a phone call was just the beginning, and in the following time, one phone call after another rang. In short, it was really a bad night for the carpenter.

But even so, when the carpenter was eating the lunch box that had already cooled down at around three in the morning, he still had no decision to resign.

What did you say? He is a little busy with work now.

But in this process, he could feel a strong atmosphere of life.

More importantly, compared with those volunteer soldiers who died in the ice and snow in the mission world, all this is nothing...

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(The following involves the plot of Uncle Hei Mainland, which is completely fabricated by the author's head-on and does not represent the real situation)

At the same time, Erpang from the mission world directly returned to the Erpang from Uncle Hei Continent.

In the eyes of a group of black uncles, who were full of envy, jealousy and hatred, it was like showing off his wealth by showing off his wealth by killing seven packs of instant noodles in one breath.

It was still added with ham and FL pickled cabbage, which was a super luxurious one.

That’s right! Instant noodles are basically linked to junk food in China and in the minds of the people. Now on Uncle Hei, it is definitely a high-end product.

At least in the eyes of ordinary black uncles, it still belongs to the category of high-end food.

Anyway, eating instant noodles is much more decent than eating lobsters and crabs.

Lobsters and big crabs? These are all shell things, but only the poor can eat them; only those who are poor can use them to fill their stomachs.

But after eating and drinking, Erpang, who had been working hard for more than a month in the mission world, did not go back and have a good sleep.

Instead, he walked to the simple room on the side of the construction site and found the local security supervisor hired on the construction site: a middle-aged black uncle with natural curly hair: Hank.

When he pushed the door open and went in, Erpang first stuffed a cigarette to Uncle Hei who was playing with the "voice transmission phone".

There is no need for Erpang to say anything, this middle-aged black uncle named Hank.

He said with a clear understanding: "What's wrong? This is just a few days ago, and you want to go to kill antelope again? No problem, I'll take you there later when I get off work. Everything is the same rule, and you will get 20% off for bullets."

The reason for this is that Mr. Hank also privately runs part-time jobs such as guides and weapons providers, and takes people to the open wilderness to kill antelope.

Before Erpang, he had been concerned about his business a lot.

After experiencing a system mission, I could no longer attract Erpang's interest by holding an AK rifle that I don't know how many times I've got to go to the simple antelope beating.

So he slowly shook his head, indicating that he didn't want to fight any antelope.

After opening his mouth, he asked: "Mr. Hank, I heard that you also know some people from the former headhunter tribe?

Can you recommend it for me? I want to learn from them how to distinguish prey from human numbers and traces based on footprints and other traces."

While he was talking, he had stacked it up and had a huge sum of two thousand soft sister coins.

It was silent and stuffed into the other party's hand.

After hearing Erpang's request, Uncle Hei Hank immediately looked surprised and embarrassed. He really couldn't imagine what use is there to learn these things these days?

In fact, since Erpang plans to learn these things, he certainly has his own intentions.

A salted fish like him has been inspired by a systematic task with infinite possibilities.

He thought that since he had joined the team, he must find a way to become stronger quickly and strive to integrate into the team as soon as possible.

Be an indispensable part of it, not a so-called soy sauce.

Considering his personal combat effectiveness, he could not reach the level of a group of senior rookies such as Xu Feng and AT in a short period of time.

Then you can only find a unique way and find ways to become an indispensable member of the team.

There is something about this. When he was eating instant noodles, he already had a clear goal in his mind.

That is, he once heard that in the depths of the wilderness, some headhunter tribes of Black Uncle lived; of course, in this era, the barbaric tradition of headhunters had long been abolished.

But even so, these tribal workers who still make a living by hunting.

The traditional skills are preserved, which is based on the footprints, feces, and movement traces left behind. However, we can magically determine how long ago, how many people have been here and where they have gone.

If such a skill is placed on the battlefield, it will be a very practical tracking skill.

It can be said that as long as he masters these, he, Erpang, will firmly occupy an indispensable vanguard position in the Zhongzhou team in the future.

So after the instant noodles meal, he did not go back and rest well, but found a local snake like Uncle Hei Hank.

Because he heard this guy brag about it and knew people from those tribes.

Under the request made by Erpang, Uncle Hei Hank showed a clear look of embarrassment on his face.

Even the money that Erpang stuffed was equivalent to his usual salary for two or three months; but those people from the headhunter tribes were very xenophobic, and such money was not so easy to make.
To be continued...