Challenges are not necessarily battles, but also cards, chess, balls, or even rock-scissors. As long as there is a result of victory or defeat, they can be considered a challenge.

However, Zhang Sheng estimated that the thing in the mirror would definitely not be willing to use him for rock-scissors.

Once the challenge begins, it is a life-and-death battle.

But although he still has combat instinct, his body is too fragile. For him, he can only be regarded as a white target. The thing in the mirror is a red target.

Zhang Sheng didn't know why he was like this, so he had to kill the things in the mirror to protect Xiao Qiao.

He is not a good person. He has taken away other people's bodies, occupied other people's homes, and has other people's jobs and girlfriends. He has no guilt at all.

In order to stay, he was willing to pay any price, like a smuggler.

But he didn't want to die, and if he died, he would be nothing.

Zhang Sheng came to the end of the bed, pushed open the door of the wardrobe, revealing the dressing mirror inside. In his left eye, the red handwriting was shocking and dazzling.

If you can't hide, you can't hide anywhere.

Since he couldn't escape, he had to prepare. He failed to transform his genetic modification and did not gain any extraordinary abilities. He was just a third-class Ranger from the Investigation Department of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. However, his figure became tall and his strength increased a lot. In addition to receiving company training since childhood, he could use a variety of cold weapons and mastered pistol shooting, and he also used flying knives, and had good combat power.

He also had experience in old cities' survival training and was able to use waste goods from old cities to make tools for combat and survival.

It was still early, so Zhang Sheng didn't rush to go out. He cleaned the room, wiped the table and floor, went to the balcony to collect clothes, and threw the dirty clothes into the washing machine. Seeing the increasing integration of the world, he picked up his phone again. This was a white sony and a couple phone bought by Xiao Qiao. There were more than 300 numbers in the phone, which was Zhang Sheng's interpersonal network.

When looking through the numbers, more memories emerge and complete solidification. He has to first improve the degree of world fusion and then challenge that monster.

I found the phone number of the unit, called the familiar number, and the strange voices quickly became familiar.

"Wang Jun, I, Zhang Sheng, can't get through today."

"You have just become a regular..." Wang Jun was not very dissatisfied in his tone. He was the editorial director of the New Movie Magazine and Zhang Sheng's fellow villager. He also introduced Zhang Sheng to the past.

"I was injured a little yesterday, and the doctor said he would take a rest at home and observe for a day." Zhang Sheng said silently.

"Is it hurt? Do you need money?" Wang Jun took the initiative to mention it, and Zhang Sheng quickly said no. He remembered that there was nearly 100,000 yuan in his bank, and he worked hard enough over the years.

Zhang Sheng didn't continue to call. He opened QQ and read the information above. There were still hundreds of friends. Some of them had never spoken after adding them. Zhang Sheng flipped through the message and tried to type and send messages. More memories were solidified and would never be lost. After tossing hundreds of numbers, he opened the chat room again and said, "I'm fine."

Then look at the email address, search for the forum, and find everything you have written in the folder.

There is no need to read carefully. When the eyes swept over, the memory will solidify, which is more stable than the original body's memory. He did everything he could do, so he turned off the computer and went to the kitchen to turn on the washing machine.

The degree of world integration has increased to 3.2%. Zhang Sheng remembers that when he was in the interrogation room of the Municipal Bureau, the value was 1.2%.

Seeing that it was eleven o'clock, Zhang Sheng went out with his backpack and found a hardware store according to his memory.

A strange metal smell rushed into his nose, and Zhang Sheng passed through the shelves and walked deep into the depths. Behind the counter, the young boss was playing with a game console on the lounge chair, listening to the sound of Tetris. Zhang Sheng stood in front of the counter, quietly watching the boss not talking. He looked at him for a while, and the young boss found out that he was shocked.

"What are you doing!"

"I want to... buy something." Zhang Sheng said, taking out a piece of paper and put it on the counter.

The boss sat up from the lounge chair and took the paper to see that Zhang Sheng wanted was quite a bit complicated and not much. He put the computer room on the counter, calculated the price of goods one by one in front of Zhang Sheng, and then pushed the calculator to Zhang Sheng.

"Prepare it for me." Zhang Sheng took out his wallet and didn't bargain.

What's there to say? In the shops in the wasteland and the end of the world, there were at least two guns under the counter, and everyone made a fortune with harmony.

When Zhang Sheng took out the thing, he felt very hungry and didn't eat in the morning. It was noon. He casually found a restaurant to sit down, put the plastic bag at his feet, and poked the PC tube aside. He also bought two less iron tubes, but after buying the knives, he would talk about it and see if it could be matched.

The hotel is halal, and Zhang Sheng asked for a pound of buns and a bowl of mutton soup.

When he took the first bite, the aroma of meat almost rushed into his brain, causing Zhang Sheng to fall into chaos in an instant. It was completely different from the taste in his memory, or he had never had such a good taste in the future world. It was not that there was no food in the wasteland era, but his class could not eat it at all.

And in the old world, he could eat enough for just over a dozen dollars.

When he was a child, there was a word in the books he read when describing the old world, which was called great material richness.

Zhang Sheng used to think that everyone could eat enough. Until he ate this bun and felt the feeling that human taste should have.

The corners of his eyes were moist, and the smell of a bun subverted the entire world of his past.

What is written in the book? The disaster broke out in 2012, and of course the collapse of civilization will delay for a few days. Even if he does nothing, he will have more than ten years to enjoy.

Of course he would not enjoy ten years. With the mirror of yesterday, he could plunder other people's abilities and accumulate a lot. Before the end of the world, he could become extraordinary. The extraordinary person who does not need genetic transformation has a title in the end of the wasteland - the old nobles. The old nobles are without exception, the company's leaders.

Zhang Sheng was thinking and eating buns, but suddenly choked, and the thing couldn't come up and down in his throat, making his whole face purple. He pounded himself hard until a meatball was spit on the table with a puff.

World fusion degree!

He was used to the end of the wasteland and had always eaten voraciously, and he used the shortest time to eat food. No one knew whether there was still time to eat in the next battle, maybe what you had now was the last meal.

Zhang Sheng felt the deep malice of the world. He picked up the cup and drank a little bit of water to moisten his throat. After resting for a while, he picked up the bun and continued. With a lesson, he chewed slowly, ate two buns and drank a sip of water. After eating a pound of buns, he bought half a pound of packs, then took a plastic bag and went home with a PC tube.

He also had to go to the supermarket to buy a knife. The PC tube was more than two meters long, which was inconvenient to carry.

After getting out, take the bus and head straight to a Wal-Mart. Although there is a supermarket near your home, Zhang Sheng felt that going to a big place to increase the integration of the world.

After entering Wal-Mart, Zhang Sheng pushed the shopping cart and walked in rows from the initial shelves. His eyes swept over the goods on the shelves, and the degree of integration of the world was also accumulating. He walked slowly, and soon came to the kitchenware area. Zhang Sheng didn't look at anything else, only looked at knives.

He didn't look at the price, he just weighed it with his hands, put it back, or put it in the shopping cart.

A sushi knife, a fish-killing knife with an inner arc, and a wide-blade sharp knife.

After finding the right knives, he started to buy other products, four plastic cutting boards and two large bags of instant noodles. At the cashier checkout, he checked out at the big shopping bag with instant noodles and plastic cutting boards, and three knives were placed in a bag and took the bus home. When the bus was about to arrive home, he saw a military store on the side of the road.

But he had already bought the knives, so he didn't get off the bus. He arrived at the station and went to the hardware store.

Zhang Sheng was standing in front of the counter with a plastic bag, looking at the little boss inside. This time the little boss soon discovered him. Because he met him, the boss was a little enthusiastic and asked him what else he wanted.

"I want to buy two iron pipes and borrow an electric drill and a grinding wheel."

"It will be fine in a few minutes, I will add ten yuan." Zhang Sheng put down the plastic bag, as if the boss had agreed to him.

"Okay." When the boss heard Zhang Sheng give him money, he took out the tools he used and connected him with wires. Zhang Sheng cut grooves on the molten iron pipe and drilled holes with an electric drill. He remembered the distance between the knives and the rivets in his mind, and did not take them out to compare them.

After dealing with the two water pipes, Zhang Sheng bought another seven-meter wiring board.

"Boss, please give me the piece of wood at the door?" Zhang Sheng said to the boss after paying the money. The wood outside was very hard. Zhang Sheng saw it last time he came, like a piece of wood square.

"Take it."

"Thank you." Zhang Sheng felt that he started to speak fluently and didn't need to go around his mind to speak out. The increase in the integration of the world not only brings safety, but also convenience.

He came out and found a pharmacy and asked if there was a scalpel. The salesperson said no, so he asked him to go to a larger pharmacy. Zhang Sheng bought a large bag of gauze and a lot of disinfectant cotton. After he got home, he moved everything to the small kitchen balcony, and Zhang Sheng began to make his own weapons.

He looked at his white and tender palms, wrapped his hands with a bandage, and then put on labor protection gloves.

The tool with an inner curvature smashed the bakelite and rivets on the handle, then removed the two window hinges, inserted the blade horizontally into the groove cut out by the water pipe, and fixed the nuts with screws. The window hinges were very long, and a triangle bracket was made obliquely, and fixed with screws. Finally, it became a sickle-like weapon, which was about the same size as the company-made hiking pickaxe.

The other end is wrapped with a thin rope, and it is fixed through the holes at the end, and the outside is wrapped with electrician tape.

Zhang Shengti waved it in his hand, feeling a little heavier. However, the feel is OK, and he is a familiar conventional tool and weapon for investigators.

The sushi knife does not need to be modified, but the center of gravity is a little bit backward. Zhang Sheng held it in his hand and turned it aside after adapting. Anyway, he will definitely have a clear head within three or five meters.

Then knock off the bakelite on the handle of the wide-blade sharp knife, insert it vertically into the groove, fix it with screws, and use it as a short spear.

Pc pipe, wire, stamping switch, manual switch, two long metal needles. Remove the wiring board and connect the plug. Zhang Sheng built another long-handled electric shock device.
Chapter completed!