"What the heck! If pesticides can be brought to the mission world, buddy, I will bring 100 kilograms of high-concentration paraquat there. When the time comes, I will find a water source and release it like this. Maybe the Eight Banners of the Tatars will become Seven Banners from now on.
flag."
At around 11 o'clock that night, in another city hundreds of kilometers away from Fengrui.
The rookie Lao Hei, who had just joined the team during the last mission, was lying limply on the bed of a fast hotel; his forehead was covered with sweat, and there were piles of clothes and tissues on the floor.
There was a cigarette hanging from his mouth, amidst the curls of green smoke, and he was thinking about this in his head.
Please don't think blindly, Lao Hei is not entering the legendary sage time after doing something.
First of all, the problem is that he doesn’t live at home, but in a hotel? That’s because as a salesman for a pesticide company, he often needs to travel and stay in hotels. Isn’t it reasonable?
Secondly, in his current state, he just did a few standard push-ups in one breath.
After all, although Lao Hei did not directly resign from the pesticide company after making a large amount of money, he did not relax at all when it came to exercise.
Even though I was on a business trip today, I came here to visit a client, had a drink and socialized in the evening, and washed my feet by the way.
After he returned to the hotel, he did not forget to do a set of push-ups and exhausted himself.
Then, smoking a cigarette when he was exhausted was just a bad habit he developed in the mission world. After training and battles, he would often be thrown into the street by Hu Biao and smoke a cigarette.
That’s all.
It's definitely not a post-event cigarette, absolutely not.
Finally, when Lao Hei lay on the bed and thought of something in his mind, he muttered and cursed.
The reason for this is because Lao Hei thought about drinking with his clients tonight.
While the two parties were drinking heavily, the client talked about a gossip.
Specifically, it was a girl in the client's sales area, because her parents asked her boyfriend's family for a gift of 300,000 yuan.
It turned out that the boy's family had no money and couldn't afford so much. He came to beg for help twice and was not given any less.
The family even forced the girl to abort the child in her belly.
After the girl came back from the hospital, she couldn't figure it out and found half a bottle of paraquat left at home. When she was sent to the hospital, the doctor just asked her a few questions and asked her to go home and prepare for the funeral.
Rescue, gastric lavage, etc., don't let it suffer more.
Regarding the above gossip, the only thought Lao Hei heard at that time was:
Damn it! I have no problem with the 300,000 yuan gift, but why don’t I have a girlfriend?
What he was thinking about now was the huge toxicity of paraquat; based on his knowledge of pesticides, he knew that as long as he ingested more than 3 grams, it could lead to death.
Even if it is only 1 gram, there is a high probability that someone will die.
The damage this thing does to the human body is directly aimed at the organs; if only a small amount is taken in, it will gradually cause irreversible fibrosis in the lungs.
So despite the fact that many people drank paraquat and were sent to the hospital for gastric lavage, they soon looked rosy and fine.
But everything is just an illusion, and the patient can only live for two months at most. There is no cure at all, and the follow-up will be extremely painful.
So, I really need to bring 100 kilograms of paraquat to the mission world.
As long as it is done properly, it will not be a problem to bring down an army...
Of course, it is impossible for pesticides produced by modern chemicals to be brought to the mission world; therefore, Lao Hei just thought about the above idea in his head.
Afterwards, he went to the bathroom to wash up.
I plan to go to bed early after washing up, and get up early tomorrow morning to do a 10-way weight-bearing cross-country run and other exercises.
No way! Although he started a 100-hour primary training ground time card during the last blind box opening.
Including the 241 hours allocated to him, there are a total of 341 hours of training ground time.
But it seems that no amount of this thing is enough. When entering the training ground, it is consumed at least twice a day. As early as two days ago, it was completely consumed by Lao Hei.
Now Lao Hei can only train in this way in the real plane.
It's just that Lao Hei, who had planned well, thought of something in the middle of washing, and hurriedly rushed out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel.
I opened the notebook on the table, and while searching, I wrote it down in a small notebook.
The content includes: How to extract some natural toxins from plants such as oleander, water chestnut, poisonous guava, and squid.
How to extract arsenic, cinnabar, etc. from natural minerals.
How to extract some biological poisons from poisonous snakes and poisonous frogs.
Anyway, Lao Hei's recent plan is to fight with poison.
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As time goes by day by day, the time for the start of a new mission is getting closer and closer.
Faced with such a situation, Hu Biao and others who were determined to participate in the next mission, like little squirrels about to enter winter, accelerated various preparations.
Time: 27 days after the end of the last mission.
After almost a month, Yang Dongli drove to the Shimen area again and started driving on that narrow mountain road.
Coming here again, Comrade Lao Yang naturally wanted to get another blunderbuss.
What needs to be explained is that Yang Dongli is much more experienced this time.
The fellow who had done business with me before coming here made one point clear during the phone call:
It doesn't matter if the price is a little more expensive, it must be an old-fashioned gun hammered by a blacksmith and one that can still be used today.
If you are too lazy to use seamless steel pipes to make a blunderbuss, you absolutely do not want it.
Perhaps Yang Dongli's repeated promise of a 5,000-yuan intermediary red envelope on the phone played a considerable role.
Finally this morning, he received a call from a fellow villager, saying that he had found a blunderbuss in pretty good condition, which fully met Boss Yang's requirements.
The problem is that the price is a little too expensive, and the other party wants 10,000 yuan before they are willing to sell it.
Yang Dongli was happy when he heard such a price; based on his social experience, he could tell that these people were treating themselves like pigs for slaughter.
However, Comrade Yang's level has improved even more now.
Knowing that completing system tasks is the most important thing. In comparison, a gun is thousands of dollars more expensive, which is nothing at all.
I'm not afraid that the other party will raise the price, I'm just afraid that I won't be able to buy it even if I have money.
He didn't believe it. Such a handmade gun still couldn't be taken to the mission world?
In this way, Yang Dongli returned to Star City overnight with a blunderbuss. He also put the blunderbuss in a bag with fishing rods and disguised himself as a fisherman...
Time: 28 days after the end of the last mission.
Location: In a gym on the edge of a certain university town, Corn is sweating profusely while pounding the iron.
It may be somewhat controversial to say which of the rookies who joined the team last time has made the most obvious progress during the recent one-month break.
But when it comes to improvement in physical strength, it’s definitely Corn.
Why? It wasn't because this guy was lucky and fair-faced that he directly took out two time cards for the primary training ground. Compared with others, he had at least 100 hours more efficient training time.
Compared with some shameless personnel, they even had 200 more hours.
You know! Even in the primary training ground of the system, no matter how crazy you train, you will not be exhausted, but that is just a hidden benefit of the system.
In fact, the training effect on the body is not affected at all.
Therefore, although people in the gym today are not shirtless when lifting irons, they are wearing an elastic vest.
But whenever he exerted force, the bulging muscles on his arms and chest were as clear and conspicuous as rocks and knives.
So much so that there was an aunt jogging on a treadmill next to her.
Looking at it, my chest felt cold, and I found that I was drooling and the sports top on my chest was wet.
Finally, the aunt who smelled of strong perfume approached her with fiery eyes and said to the corn what she had planned for a long time:
"Brother, do you want the glowing 4090?"
corn:"……"
PS: I wrote a little hastily today. If there are any typos, please point them out. I will correct them later.
