The comprehensive combat data score is 127...what level does this equate to.
Assuming that an ordinary person faced with his bare hands a sub-level Z-level infected mutant of similar size, his survival rate would be over 90%. At this time, the overall combat data score of this ordinary person with bare hands would be about 5 points.
If this ordinary person is given a thinking pistol at this time, and his enemies are turned into three to five Z-level infected mutants, his survival rate can still be maintained at more than 90% if the relative combat distance is sufficient.
At this time, this ordinary person can get an evaluation of about 2o points.
At this time, this 2o-point evaluation can be regarded as an evaluation unit.
Although Zhang Yi does not have full functions, he is no longer an ordinary person after all, and he has strong enough combat capabilities even with bare hands.
However, a score of 127 points is only the comprehensive combat effectiveness that six ordinary people with thinking pistols can exert.
If compared upward.
According to the latest admission standards for the reserve forces of the Glorious Republic, Zhang Yi has just passed the line and may be weaker than some recruits who have received more than a year of training.
And if we go even higher and the Interstellar Army's selection criteria for reserve personnel is 32o, then Zhang Yi is not even qualified to enter the test.
But before that, when Zhang Yi had not obtained such a good set of mechanical prosthetics, Zhang Yi had a comprehensive combat index of about 35o just based on the toy body picked up from the garbage dump.
So when seeing such data, Zhang Yi felt extremely disappointed...
‘Does it mean that without his intelligence samples, I, Zhang Yi, am really useless?’ Zhang Yi was a little doubtful about life, but it was only for a moment, and Zhang Yi quickly swept away these negative emotions.
After calming down for a while, Zhang Yi stood up and looked at the time. It was already around 11 o'clock in the night, and it would be Bai Gun's time to draw the line in a little while.
Although he was indeed a little curious, Zhang Yi didn't want to get into trouble now, so he went to his residence early.
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Early the next morning, Zhang Yi got up at six o'clock and started running.
Although these basic exercises have hardly improved his physical function, Zhang Yi needs to try his best to become familiar with his new body in order to squeeze out more combat index.
In this way, the end of the month was reached before I knew it.
According to the regulations, Zhang Yi can move freely for one day, but must return to the manor before 8 a.m. on the first day of the next month.
Zhang Yi did not apply for extra time, so he packed up early and went home.
On the way back, Bai Li also gave him a ride. This was not because Bai Li was so kind, but because he happened to be going out. From his mouth, Zhang Yi learned that Comrade Bai Li, who had an extraordinary identity, was going to a place.
I went to Alub and said that I wanted to finalize the marriage.
Marriage...Zhang Yi unconsciously thought of Lilin.
In the past month, Lilin sent him a lot of messages, but Zhang Yi mostly responded briefly and didn't care much about this girl's feelings. Now that he thinks about it, he is really a bit of an asshole.
So Zhang Yi bought a bouquet of flowers for Li Lin and his sister Zhang Xuan respectively before going home.
These things may seem ordinary, but their prices are astonishingly high.
Zhang Yi has always been curious about the reason for this, but the flower shop owner always just smiles and explains it with four words.
"Official Regulations".
What an official rule... Zhang Yi thought it was funny.
Keep so many
Freedmen and sojourners don't care, but they care about the price of flowers... I don't know what Ms. Xiao is thinking...
Complaints are complaints, Zhang Yi's current income doesn't care about this level of "expensiveness", so Zhang Yi not only bought flowers but also prepared a small gift for Lilin.
When Zhang Yi entered the elevator again after a month, he actually felt like he was in another world.
Especially as the light above his head gradually dimmed, and more and more sojourners enveloped him in the elevator, the depressing atmosphere soon wiped away Zhang Yi's good mood.
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"Ding."
The elevator reaches the 31st floor underground.
Most of the sojourners were gone in one go, leaving only a few thin-looking guys huddled in a corner, coughing constantly.
Zhang Yi frowned. He noticed that these people were infected with the same type of bacteria, and the infection was very deep. They were basically terminally ill...
"Arthur..."
Someone called a name, but no one responded.
Zhang Yi didn't say anything. He put the box containing flowers and gifts behind him.
The elevator door closed and the descent continued.
But this time, for some unknown reason, the elevator descended very slowly.
It actually took three minutes to go from the minus 31 floor to the minus 35 floor.
Zhang Yi began to feel a little uneasy. He felt that maybe it would be faster and safer to leave the elevator and take the passage.
So when the elevator door opened again, Zhang Yi walked out of the elevator carrying the box.
It was dark outside the elevator, but when someone was detected, the lights came on.
Originally, the lights would bring comfort to people in this dark place, but Zhang Yi would rather all the lights here were broken... because when the lights came on, Zhang Yi saw a street full of corpses.
Some people wearing simple isolation clothing were carrying huge boxes and spraying disinfectant on the corpses wrapped in tattered cloths like fruit farmers.
Although Zhang Yi was not infected, he felt uncomfortable all over his body.
What's going on here?
Plague?
Just as I was thinking about it, a dark shadow emerged from the corner where the light was missing.
Zhang Yi instinctively pulled out his thinking pistol and prepared to aim and shoot. But just when he was about to pull the trigger, a person from behind rushed out and shouted: "Arthur! I'm here Arthur!"
Zhang Yi hurriedly got out of the way, and then saw the black figure rushing into the elevator. Those who were disinfecting the body stopped. They looked at each other, and then one of them took off his outer helmet and rushed towards Zhang Yi.
He shouted: "Everyone on this street is dead. If you have friends here, you should wait a week before claiming them."
He was a bald middle-aged man with a string of codes on his forehead, which looked like merchandise for sale in the city.
However, Zhang Yi knew the meaning of that string of codes... These people responsible for disinfection were all criminals serving their sentences, but they were not extremely evil people. Most of them were punished for participating in smuggling goods or assisting free people to enter the inner area.
Punished former Class A legal residents.
Some of them are imprisoned in prison, and some voluntarily choose to do dirty work like this to reduce their sentences.
But these people obviously didn't realize how "dirty" the work they were doing was.
Zhang Yi didn't speak, he just nodded and then returned to the elevator.
Elevator door closed
After that, the lights went out and the cleaners continued working in the dark.
This time the descent of the elevator returned to normal, but the physical conditions of several people in the elevator deteriorated sharply.
Zhang Yi looked at them, but they did not dare to look at Zhang Yi, probably because they were afraid that Zhang Yi would suddenly shoot and kill them, just like the livestock that were buried collectively during the epidemic.
Zhang Yi actually had the idea of shooting, because this was not the first time a plague like this had occurred.
But almost every time, these sojourners failed to learn their lesson.
They will still shuttle between different living areas, bringing bacteria to one sojourn group after another. The final outcome is that the entire sojourn structure is sealed off, and all infected people are eliminated without exception...
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This kind of tragic ending has not stopped since the sojourner’s failed resistance...
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"Wow! It's so beautiful!" Lilin was very happy when she received the flowers. She originally wanted to kiss her, but Zhang Yi avoided it, and the expression on her face was not very good.
"What's wrong? Something happened?" Lilin was a little embarrassed, but she was more concerned about Zhang Yi's feelings.
Zhang Yi frowned and said: "The plague broke out from the negative 21st floor to the negative 39th floor. Don't you know?"
Lilin was stunned for a moment, then said calmly: "I know."
This reaction?
Zhang Yi: "You know why you are not ready to leave yet?"
Lilin smiled bitterly when she heard this and said: "We also want to leave...but there is no place to go..."
"Uh? Why? Isn't there an abandoned underground area?"
Lilin pursed her lips, tears flashed in her eyes and said, "No more..."
"Huh? What's missing?"
"New regulations have just been issued...all abandoned underground areas will be sealed off. We have no place to go." Lilin told the truth.
Zhang Yi was stunned: "When will the regulations be announced?"
"Just a week ago, what? You lived so comfortably in the Bai family, and you didn't even know about such a big thing?" Granny Yan came back, with a thin boy following behind her.
When the boy saw Zhang Yi, he was startled for a moment, and then hurriedly avoided Zhang Yi's gaze, as if he was afraid of seeing him.
But Zhang Yi had already noticed the boy's change. He took a step forward and asked, "Xiao Ou, where is the memory core I gave you?"
Xiao Ou hesitated and did not dare to speak.
Granny Yan said coldly: "I took it out for him."
"Huh? Mother-in-law, didn't we agree?" Zhang Yi was surprised and couldn't believe the changes in everyone in this month.
Granny Yan looked at Zhang Yi and said, "What's the deal? Let Xiao Ou go to an aristocratic school like Xuan'er? Can we get an A-level residence permit on our own merits? Can you care about the feelings of the people around you?"
Zhang Yi felt a chill in his heart. He frowned and said, "Why didn't I pay attention to your feelings? Is it wrong for me to go out to make money and come back to help Xiao Ou follow the right path?"
Grandma Yan smiled, her voice dry.
"That's right, but have you ever thought about it, not everyone has Xuan'er's talent! You spent so much money, why don't you ask Xiao Ou if he is willing to learn those things?"
Zhang Yi fell silent and looked at Xiao Ou.
Xiao Ou lowered his head and did not dare to speak.
Zhang Yi held his shoulders and asked: "Don't be afraid, I also want to know what you really think."