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Chapter 339: Entering

“It’s time for the exciting equipment selection stage again.”

The young man muttered as he entered the door of the logistics department, with an expectant smile on his face.

Completing missions many times has improved Wang Jin's authority to a considerable extent, and he can use a lot more strange equipment.

"First the ghost blows out the lamp."

Without any hesitation, the young man reached out and grabbed a handful of lighters.

Under the murderous gaze of his good brother in the logistics department, Wang Jin reluctantly put most of them back, leaving only one.

After all, it is the company's signature piece of Guitaan equipment, and there is absolutely no doubt about the importance of the Ghost Blowing Lantern in the mission.

Even if the user becomes infected with various diseases over time, it is still the most sought-after item.

"Well...I don't really need cold weapons."

Touching the short knife in his arms, Wang Jin gave up the idea of ​​picking up other objects.

Creatures stabbed by this thing will turn into skeletons within a few seconds, which is quite powerful even for monsters.

Of course, the same effect occurs when you paddle yourself.

Its side effects are obvious and easy to avoid.

Instead of taking the trouble to become familiar with other cold weapons, it is better to pay more attention when using a short knife.

"The next thing should be an item that can control Kaitan."

With his goal clear, Wang Jin wandered around trying to find the equipment he wanted.

Most of the ghost-pressing talisman was destroyed in the battle with the Wutong God, and it could not be put into use until a certain woman with flamboyant breasts repaired it.

Items that can directly suppress ghost stories are quite rare. Wang Jin searched for them for a long time but couldn't find them.

After searching carefully for a long time, Wang Jin looked helplessly at the bloodstained...gold brick in the distance.

"The boy has a good eye."

The good guy from the logistics department who accompanied Wang Jin in nodded, his eyes becoming much kinder.

"That's the only key."

The young man sighed and picked it up.

It's cold in the hand and carries a heavy weight.

At the same time, Wang Jin could clearly feel that the movement of inspiration was slightly stagnant, and the blessing given to him by Old Pete was also much weaker.

"Is it really gold? It's a pity that it's not pure."

Wang Jin lightly scratched it with his fingertips, feeling the slightly soft feeling and said.

“But it’s quite unique.”

Sighing helplessly, the young man read the instructions for using the gold brick.

Unlike the complicated and lengthy precautions for other equipment, the use of this thing is quite simple.

[m-99-07——Guitumo, can put Kaitan into a brief coma-like dormancy through physical contact. 】

In other words...smash it.

"This is our only golden brick, and it has achieved great military exploits in the past."

The good guy from the logistics department grinned and gave Wang Jin a thumbs up.

——

"Adrenaline, blast bombs, bandages, and food..."

The little fox dived into Wang Jin's backpack and helped him check the items while muttering.

"I brought you a special drink. Remember to drink it if you are injured."

"There are enough bullets, not bad...eh?"

Hu Xiaobei let out a light sigh, then came out holding a short-barreled shotgun.

"This is not the company's thing."

"It's a prize given by the governing bureau."

Wang Jin took the gun and weighed it gently.

Different from the black and yellow paint of the power hammer, this short-barreled shotgun is completely white, with lifelike vines wrapped around it, turning into a blooming iris at the muzzle.

Just looking at the appearance, few people would associate it with death.

Sophisticated and elegant.

Obviously a weapon that matches the Prince of Paradise.

"My marksmanship is terrible. Compared with a pistol, this thing is obviously more useful."

Wang Jin smiled and put the shotgun back into his backpack.

As his abilities grow, he has to carry less and less things.

In other words, he can carry more shock bombs.

——

"Are you sure this is the place?"

Wang Jin curled his lips and looked at the building in front of him with a strange expression.

Magnificent decorations, a slightly exaggerated red carpet, and all luxury cars at the door.

This is the most famous high-end hotel in Dajiang City. Ordinary people would spend a lifetime's salary to stay here for less than half a year.

Now, the smiling couples at the door and the guests coming and going illustrate from the side what kind of activities it is holding.

"Congratulations to Mr. So-and-so and Ms. So-and-so on the birth of a son... There is someone named on the gold list next door. Do you want to change it?"

Hu Xiaobei swallowed and seemed to be completely attracted by the aroma coming from the hall.

"No need."

Wang Jin sighed and slowly walked towards the couple he didn't know at all.

"This banquet will end in two hours, and the suppression department will enter the scene on time."

Hu Xiaobei said softly, walked quickly to the front, and then showed a sweet smile.

Green light flashed in his eyes, and everyone ignored the existence of the two of them.

The fox-eared girl gathered up her snow-white hair and turned to look at Wang Jin.

There was no worried expression on her face, but rather a bit of...expectation.

"Silly boy, I'll wait for you to eat together."

After saying this, the girl walked briskly towards the ridiculously rich food in the house.

Who can refuse a meal for zero yuan?

"ha…"

The young man looked at the little fox eating so much that his original nervousness disappeared.

The next second, his eyes turned into a deep and mysterious pure black.

Inspiration is fully activated, and the possibility of encountering strange stories is raised to the highest level.

Wang Jin took a deep breath and walked slowly.

The scene in front of me changed without warning, and the originally normal world took on a rich, bright red color.

The smell of blood floated slowly, filling the entire space together with pollution.

The chaotic and distorted music came from nowhere, stirring the strings called reason.

Meaningless roars and whispers sounded, telling unknown secrets.

Weird, rotten, disgusting.

This was Wang Jin's first impression of the feast scene.

The young man turned on the ghost lamp and frowned as he observed the surrounding situation.

Surprisingly, the feast scene is not made of squirming flesh.

If you put aside the fog and the blood-red and dark sky above, this is actually a nice small manor.

Even though he was only watching from a distance, Wang Jin could still feel the luxury of the Western-style mansion in the distance.

It is located on the top of a mountain, surrounded by overgrown wilderness.

It was obvious that someone had walked on the winding dirt road, but the footprints didn't seem right.

There were some strange creatures moving back and forth in the shadows. They seemed to be aware of Wang Jin, an outsider, and were desperately searching for the remaining breath in the air.

Rotting birds soared in the sky, and their feathers and flesh fell like raindrops.

"It's really disgusting..."

Wang Jin frowned and moved forward slowly.

The muddy dirt road took on a suspicious black-red color, and made a scalp-numbing squeaking sound as Wang Jin walked.


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