It was another night of daily hard study and practice.

After basically finalizing the equipment modification plan, Ren Zhong's performance in virtual reality training not only did not improve, but actually declined.

The performance of the new simulation equipment solution exceeds its current parameters by a lot, but the modeling parameters read by the virtual reality are still at the current level. It is like a small horse pulling a big cart, so the effort is expected.

Ma Xiaoling was both angry and amused by the appearance of his iron-headed boy.

She advised in an experienced tone: "I say, Ren Zhong, your idea is good, there is nothing wrong with adapting to the new equipment in advance. The suit you and Manager Ju jointly designed is indeed good, but you are too ambitious, and the parameters have crossed

It’s too far. At least it will take you a year to master it, right? There’s not much point in adapting in advance like this.”

He had a heavy responsibility but didn't waste any time talking to her. He just said: "Thank you, Teacher Ma, for reminding me, but I have my own plan."

Ma Xiaoling: "What plan?"

Ren Zhong rolled his eyes secretly. He wanted to say why are you asking so many questions? Why don't you just be a teaching tool?

But thinking that the other party was now his combat mentor after all, he restrained himself a little and only said: "The secret must not be leaked. You will know it after a while, Teacher Ma."

Ma Xiaoling shrugged, "It's boring, what's the point? Is it possible that you can give yourself a shot of Xingyuan injection?"

Ren Zhong: "Uh..."

"Don't dream. That thing is too precious. I have heard of it but never seen it."

Ren Zhong: "Uh..."

Ma Xiaoling was critical again, "Also, I have never seen you design equipment like this. All the additional parts on the body are offensive. Why are you so extreme? Do you want to trade one with the Ruin Beast? Is it worth it?

?Saving one's life is the right way. Only when people are alive can they have hope."

There is really no way to answer this question.

However, Ju Qingmeng next to him stood up and took the blame, "That's my suggestion. I think the most extreme offense is the strongest defense."

Ma Xiaoling glared at her with dissatisfaction, "What bad idea did you come up with? What if you meet an opponent who can guard against his moves? You will kill him sooner or later."

Ju Qingmeng immediately became furious.

She was so wronged.

In fact, she is just a craftsman, and the real designer is responsible.

Of course, the armor style was determined by Ren Zhong himself. She mentioned it a little bit, and Ren Zhong's original words of persuasion were that the strongest spear is the strongest shield.

This sounded quite bluffing, so she believed it. Unexpectedly, Ma Xiaoling, a senior expert, pointed out the flaws.

Ren Zhong quickly stood up to smooth things over, "Teacher Ma, let's hurry up, I'm going to start again."

Ma Xiaoling curled her lips and said, "Okay, you continue, I'll see how long you can survive in the pile of beasts this time. If it takes more than five minutes, I'll take your last name."

Five minutes and thirty seconds later.

Ren Zhong: "Teacher Ren, would you like to comment?"

Ma Xiaoling was furious, "You really have no sense of humor!"

Ren Zhong successfully cleared up the "doubt" that the equipment span was too large.

Ju Qingmeng next to him actually had some doubts about this.

But she was much more blind and didn't ask too many questions.

Anyway, she had already staked everything on Ren Zhong, and there was no turning back.

She believed in Ren Zhong's wisdom, and tried her best to restrain herself from questioning Ren Zhong's decisions, which would only increase her troubles.

After a night of training and a one-hour private lesson by the stock expert, at 6:35 in the morning, when Ren Zhong and Ju Qingmeng were having breakfast at the dinner table, he took the initiative to confess about the Xingyuan injection.

Ju Qingmeng covered his mouth and was shocked, "Injection made from a whole piece of first-grade mineral source stone? Are you going to use it alone?"

Ren nodded, "Yes."

Ju Qingmeng thought for a long time and couldn't help but ask: "Since Sun Miao said that the mortality rate is as high as 90%, why don't you dilute the medicine into several parts and give it to other people? You can't believe Zheng Tian, ​​Chen Hanyu and Yu Ember them?"

Ren Zhong shook his head, "That's not true. Lin Wang's fighting style and equipment are all pursuing the ultimate balance. This is simply a trick. He has a crushing advantage over professionals whose comprehensive strength is one level lower than him. Even if I If we upgrade all of us to Level 3, I'm afraid there's nothing we can do against him in his prime."

"It is impossible for my carrying power to catch up with him in the short term, so I will do the opposite of him. He pursues balance, and I pursue perfection. Whether it is fighting style or strength upgrade, I pursue perfection. I will build myself up to the peak of my strength first, and it would be better to cut off one of my fingers than to injure ten of them, and then I can overcome the current difficulty with a piercing surface, and then I will talk about anything else."

Ju Qingmeng thought carefully for a long time this time, "It seems that there is really no other good way."

After dinner, Ren Zhong walked out of the villa again. He wanted to report to Lin Wang's manor.

Yesterday, Lin Wang re-ordered three floating motorboats, and they arrived today.

Ren Zhong walked in the villa area with white walls, looking around casually.

There are blue trees along the way, dewdrops hang on the green meadows, and the air is exceptionally fresh.

The roaring fountain sprays water droplets in the air.

The glimmer of the rising sun in the early morning shone diagonally, creating a rainbow of seven colors beside the fountain.

Several young citizens in casual clothes were leisurely riding hoverbikes through winding paths made of neatly stacked square stones.

These people walked slowly and chatted all the way, talking and laughing happily, the men were handsome and the women were beautiful, showing their leisure and ease.

Ren Zhong looked at the backs of these people, the disdain and disgust in his eyes lingering.

He began to feel unwell.

Now he already knows that except for the Ma family father and daughter and Ju Qingmeng, all the citizens in the town are evil.

It is these people who will casually cast their votes that determine the lives of more than 20,000 desert people at the end of the census.

It wasn't until he walked out of the white walls and entered the slums that Ren Zhong's discomfort eased slightly.

Riding bikes whizzing up and down the streets all day long, it had been a long time since Ren Zhong had slowed down and savored the atmosphere of the town.

The tidal flow of people poured out from the centralized sleeping cabin, turning into thousands of trickles and flowing to every corner of the slum.

Compared to when my ex came back a month and a half ago, not much has changed on the surface.

The faces of the poor people at the bottom, who spend their days eating and waiting to die, are still numb.

Only a few scavengers, small shopkeepers, or other homeless people who were lucky enough to get a job had worries written all over their faces.

Ren Zhong knew what these people were worried about. They were counting how many days were left until the census.

They are full of confusion about the future.

But the responsibility was different. He seemed to see a countdown clock suspended above everyone's head.

The number is 44.

It was as if he had a special power and could see at a glance how many days others had left to live.

44 days.

They can live for 44 days.

Ren Zhong lowered his head silently and quickened his pace.

He did not tell Ma Dafu about the real plans of Amethyst Mining, Mengdu Group and Yang Bingzhong.

At least this time, he would hide it from Ma Dafu.

If he doesn't tell the truth for a day, the fire of hope that Lao Ma has placed on himself will not go out.

The old horse can still hold on.

But once he knows the truth, and with Ren Zhong's understanding of Ma Dafu's character, he will probably give up Spark Town immediately and ask himself to take people away immediately. At the same time, he will let many desert people go their separate ways, just to survive as long as they can.

how many.

But once you have a heavy responsibility, you actually have nowhere to go.

Secondly, if you ask these desolate people to walk into the wilderness, no matter which direction they go, only one out of ten will survive in the end.

Sometimes withholding information is equivalent to preserving hope.

Arriving at the manor, he randomly chose Taishin's floating motorcycle.

Lin Wang made arrangements, "Although we lost the blasters and colonial warriors, Bei Lihui and I still have the ability to hunt inside the abandoned mines. Our strength is slightly weaker, but we can also deal with level three ruin beasts. So.

Our action plan for the next period of time is as follows. We will go hunting in the abandoned mine pits in the morning, and disperse in the afternoon to collect the chips from the scavenger team. Especially between 4pm and 6:30pm, we need to intensify our efforts."

Lin Wang made time adjustments.

Although it may seem like just reversing the order of morning and afternoon, there is actually a lot of tricks in it.

Collecting the encounter tax in the morning will definitely not be as harsh as collecting it in the afternoon.

Ren Zhong raised his hand and asked a question that fit his personality: "Captain, if I encounter someone who has been accepted by another professional team, should I still accept him?"

Lin Wang said without hesitation, "Of course!"

Ren Zhong: "Yes, I understand."

…

Deep below the abandoned mine pit.

Lin Wang walked in the front, followed closely by Bei Lihui, and Sima Wan was in third, responsible for the rear.
To be continued...