Chapter 611 Promotion to Intermediate (for AT9/11)
A little after midnight.
Guancheng, Humen Town, in a remote commercial and residential warehouse.
With a head of wet hair, he was touching his belly that looked a little bloated after eating too much; at the same time, he was wearing big trousers and full of leg hair, and he was sitting comfortably on the table.
Hu Biao, who was holding a white cigarette in his mouth, was in a happy mood.
What makes this guy feel so good right now is not just that after months of eating bad food in the mission world, he finally had a decent meal.
The more important reason is that Hu Biao, who is now at leisure, is like a wealthy landlord who encountered a good year after the autumn harvest.
After taking stock of the gains from this mission, I was delighted to find that if all the gains from this time were successfully transformed, the overall strength of the Zhongzhou team would be significantly improved...
Then in the next mission, they will be more confident and get more scores and rewards.
In this way, the strength of the team has developed like a snowball.
It was also when he was thinking about this that Hu Biao remembered that he had another important item: Edman Metal · Zan, which was too late to be used.
To this end, Hu Biao returned to the warehouse, in the room that was partitioned off for him, and took out a piece of metal the size of a table tennis ball from the drawer.
No wonder Hu Biao was so arrogant that he didn't carry such an important thing with him.
The main reason is that this thing is too heavy. If you really put it in your trouser pocket, not to mention whether the trouser pocket can hold it, the elastic band of the big pants can't hold such a heavy thing.
Put this thing in front of Lang Qing who was in the same cross-legged posture.
After Hu Biao opened his mouth, he arranged it in his mouth:
"Young man, don't just lie down after eating. Go and do some exercise! Try to get a little bit of this thing the size of a sewing needle for me, and it will be of great use."
Lang Qing, this little brother, also has good obedience.
After hearing such a statement, he was disturbed from his leisurely lying corpse. Although he cursed a little, he still took the lump of Edman metal and walked towards the corner of the warehouse.
There is a tool rack there with tools such as files, saws, grinders, and cutters.
But during the busy work in the following time, Lang Qing's brows furrowed heavily.
Because the hardness of such an Edelman metal is too astonishing; after using the tools on the shelf, he found that there was not even a trace left on the surface of the metal ball the size of a table tennis ball.
On the contrary, whether it was metal files and saws, or grinding wheels on grinders and cutting machines, they were chewed like dogs.
In desperation, Lang Qing, who had been struggling so hard that beads of sweat covered his forehead and had taken a bath in vain, started to shout:
"Lao Hu, this thing of yours is too hard. How about we try some tools like laser cutting and water jet cutting machines tomorrow?"
Otherwise, what can we say about Hu Biao, can he serve as the commander of the team?
He immediately pointed out the limitations of young man Lang Qing’s thinking:
"You are stupid, can't you turn your head? Didn't you just draw a Eight-sided Han Sword? That thing also has a blade on it. Try using it."
On such a suggestion, Lang Qing got busy with his newly acquired green weapon.
Finally, after working hard for more than an hour, I succeeded in getting out a small trace of Edman metal from the pile of metal.
After taking over the filament with only a little volume but a heavy weight, Hu Biao, who had already slept for a while, said something cheap:
"Look! As long as your thinking doesn't slip, there are always more solutions than difficulties. Isn't it done?"
Facing Hu Biao's cry, Lang Qing asked a soul-like question: "This thing is so hard and such a big lump, can you swallow it?"
"You care about me, I'm born with a loud voice."
Hu Biao, who was a little embarrassed to get off the stage, answered so forcefully.
While speaking, Hu Biao closed his eyes and stuffed the metal ball into his mouth. As a result, something magical happened. When the ball came into contact with saliva, it melted like a liquid.
Then, the cold liquid flowed down Hu Biao's throat and smoothly into his stomach.
Such a situation is just the beginning.
Because in the following time, he felt a biting coldness that spread throughout his body, seeming to freeze his soul.
The speed at which this change occurred was so strange that Hu Biao didn't even have time to react.
Without any warning, the whole person just fell down with his head raised.
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Three hours later, Hu Biao finally woke up; Lang Qing, who was so anxious at that time, was thinking about whether to send Hu Biao to the nearest hospital.
And how to explain such a strange situation after arriving at the hospital.
"It's okay! It should have been normal just now. I feel very good now." Hu Biao opened his eyes and expressed his feelings to Lang Qing, comforting the nervous little brother.
As if to prove this point, Hu Biao stood up and suddenly made a fist.
Immediately comparing it to the previous ones, it can be said that the silver bone blades with different colors popped out from the back of Hu Biao's hand. I don't know how much better they look.
After thinking of something, Lang Qing pulled out a strong wrist-thick bearing from a pile of accessories in the warehouse and delivered it to Hu Biao.
After signaling Lang Qing to hold on firmly, Hu Biao used the newly obtained silver bone blade to slash at the solid bearing.
Amidst the clanging sound of metal and the flash of sparks, the thick bearing on the wrist was not cut into two pieces by Hu Biao's claw.
But the result of cutting almost half in still shows how sharp the new bone blade is.
After raising the silver claw and taking a look, there was no sign of any wear on the sharp bone blade.
A more important situation is that Hu Biao can now feel that his quality in all aspects has been significantly improved again.
If he ever encounters Gadlu Laing, the commander of the German stick team, Hu Biao is absolutely sure that he can kill that grandson.
"I wonder if that grandson died in the Rhine River?" Hu Biao couldn't help but muttered.
Faced with such a meaningless sentence, Lang Qing asked: "Who is it?"
"Who else can it be? Gardru Laing, the commander of the German stick team." Hu Biao answered smoothly.
"That's not easy. Didn't he leave a contact email address? Just send him a message and ask." Lang Qing suggested.
Don’t mention it yet! This method is quite reliable.
In the following time, Hu Biao used the 'shielding device' to connect to the computer and sent a simple message according to the address left by Gardru Lain.
The content of the message is only a short one:
My friend, if anyone wants to know about the Central Continent Team, can you tell them that the Central Continent Team has only 30 people in it...
"There are only 30 people? Brother Su, why don't you send down a divine punishment to kill him? These liars, God knows how much they paid, and now they have reduced the number of the team to 40 people."
This is what Gardru Lain said after seeing such a message a few minutes later.
But think about it now, except for a few peripheral personnel, only he and a rookie are left in the old German stick team.
The commander of the German stick team had to make some compromises in his heart, and decided to establish a good relationship with the Central Continent team in advance, which had an obviously unlimited future.
To this end, he replied:
No problem, my friend, by the way! The cigarettes that the 'advisor' gave me last time were unfortunately soaked in water and I couldn't taste them. If possible, can you give me another pack next time?
Gardru Laing is a senior commander, and of course he will not be short of a pack of cigarettes.
The above statement is just a polite greeting.
The key is that after seeing such a reply, Hu Biao and his friends were shocked; they had seen people who were very capable of seeking death, but they had never seen someone who was so capable of seeking death.
One day later, when the captain of the Gallic team contacted the German stick team, the two sides exchanged information with each other.
Based on the extremely complicated relationship between the two Guo Jia, Gardru Laing told the other party decisively at that time:
"The captain of the Central Continent Team is called Hu Biao, and he has the blood of a junior Wolverine. Their number is the standard 30 people, and their combat effectiveness is only average.