Gamers Are Fierce Chapter 23: Monks
For the next few days, Li Ang has been testing the specific strength of the skill [Glandular Stimulation – Adrenal].
His usual physiological function is probably similar to that of a professional athlete of the average level, but after the injection of adrenaline, his athletic level can be comparable to that of a national first-level athlete, or even a world-class competition champion.
In other words, as long as this skill is used, Li Ang can reach the peak of all human physiology.
Of course, the side effects are also extremely serious, such as trembling all over the body, poor breathing, bloodshot eyes, a lot of cold sweat from the inside out, rapid heartbeat and even arrhythmia, strong vomiting in the stomach, and comparable The horror headache of stuffing your head into a water mill.
Fortunately, these side effects are still within the range of Li Ang – he has studied the interrogation guide books of intelligence agencies including the CIA’s “Kubak Interrogation Manual” a long time ago,
And I have tested many torture techniques on myself. Compared with those horrible tortures, the side effects of adrenal hormones are almost like a breeze.
Moreover, after killing the black zombie this time, Li Ang also realized that modern light weapons such as assault rifles cannot necessarily cause effective damage to all kinds of monsters in the killing game.
Anti-material sniper rifles, anti-tank individual rocket launchers, military flamethrowers, mortars, howitzers, mustard gas…
It’s true that Li Ang likes small productions, but no matter how strong his hands-on ability is, he can’t hide in his living room. Without being noticed by the official monitoring system, he unleashed many heavy weapons with his bare hands.
“If only I were in Black Africa, let alone military flamethrowers, I can make even M388 rocket launchers.”
Li Ang thought so.
The so-called M388 bazooka refers to the bazooka developed by the NATO alliance after World War II in order to guard against the steel torrent of Soviet tanks.
Although this rocket launcher is used to fight tanks, it is neither equipped with armor-piercing shells, nor armor-piercing shells, nor is it equipped with armor-piercing shells,
It is loaded with miniature lightweight nuclear bombs of up to 250 tons of TNT equivalent, with a maximum range of 4 kilometers.
The most annoying thing is that the radiation radius of the M388 rocket launcher lightweight nuclear warhead exceeds its range…
In other words, when the user fires the shell, he must be prepared to die on the spot and die with the enemy.
I kill myself.
It is definitely not Li Ang’s bragging about being able to rub out a nuclear warhead. The production process of soil-based nuclear weapons is actually quite simple. If it were not for the strength of the customs supervision department, I am afraid that Li Ang would have already purchased two local specialties “yellow cake” from the black African region.
“Damn, I suffer from the fear of insufficient firepower…”
In short, Li Ang, who has no channel to make heavy weapons for the time being, had no choice but to tinker with the equipment on his body, and turned his attention to the magic tools in folklore.
————
Jing’an Temple, also known as Jing’an Ancient Temple, is located in the center of Yin City. Its history can be traced back to the Three Kingdoms period. It was originally named Chongxuan Temple and was renamed Jing’an Temple during the reign of Xiangfu in Dazhong, Song Dynasty. It is one of the oldest temples in the country. .
As the world changes and the stars change, the ancient temples of the past have become tourist attractions. On the summer weekend, tourists from all over the country who came to take pictures and punch cards formed a long queue inside and outside the temple.
Wang Congshan was wearing a straw hat, pink shirt and blue shorts in the queue outside the temple, holding a popsicle in her hand, her snow-white slender thighs swaying in front of Li Ang, “Hey, you don’t always hate each other. Is it religious? Why would you ask me to visit Jing’an Temple today?”
“I’m not called Hi, I’m Chu Yuxun.”
Li Ang talked about the old memes of the last century, and said casually: “I hate religion, and I always think that bald donkeys don’t have a good thing.”
“Then you’re still here?”
“It’s too boring to go out for a stroll on weekends.”
Li Ang pouted and threw the popsicle stick to the side of the road, saying, “I wanted to call you to the zoo. But the Yinshi Zoo was very inhumane, and the animals inside were not marked with prices. How do we viewers bid?”
“God is special bidding for the auction.” Wang Congshan rolled her eyes and pointed to the popsicle stick dropped by Li Ang on the ground, “It’s really incompetent to litter the garbage, there are foreign friends here.”
“Hmm…” Li Ang pondered for a moment, realizing that this kind of behavior was really bad, so he picked up the stick, slapped himself in the face, and shouted in Japanese Kansai dialect: “すみませえん!”
The crowd on both sides cast their gazes one after another. Wang Congshan, who was used to Li Ang’s daily crime, just twitched the corner of her mouth and pretended not to know him.
After a long wait, Wang Congshan and Li Ang finally lined up to enter the temple. The former took out his mobile phone to take pictures, while the latter secretly observed the structure of the temple and the possible instruments in the temple.
After all, Jing’an Temple is one of the oldest temples in the country. If there are ancient extraordinary objects left, this is the most likely hiding place.
The last time he killed a possessed ghost with a wicker stick, it was only after reading some folklore books (such as “The Other Ghosts”, “Ming Xiang Ji”, “Shen Wei Ji”, “Youyang Zazu”) emergency action.
It’s just a coincidence that wicker can fight ghosts. If you encounter more resentful ghosts, wicker is useless.
Even though this place may have been searched over and over by official agencies, it would be nice to come over to sneak a peek at folklore objects and peep at bald donkeys that may have extraordinary heritage.
The two visited the Dharma Hall, the Mountain Gate, the Hall of Heavenly Kings, the Bell Tower, the Guanyin Hall, and the Mani Hall. Along the way, they took a lot of architectural photos, including Buddhist altars, worship mats, vases, incense burners, wooden fish, and rosary beads. I have seen a lot,
Li Ang even took some risks and put on sunglasses to turn on his spiritual vision, but he never found any traces left by his extraordinary power.
The great monks in the temple are all mortals who have no psionic reaction – thanks to Li Ang, he still wants to buy some consecrated magical instruments for himself and Wang Congshan.
Just as the two walked out of the Daxiong Hall, they saw a group of people wearing firefighter uniforms rushing into Jing’an Temple, blocking the entrance and exit, and evacuating tourists in the temple.
“The underground natural gas pipeline leaked, please leave in an orderly manner under the arrangement of the staff.”
A firefighter shouted while holding a loudspeaker as he stood on a fire truck that had entered Jingan Temple.
Tourists from all over the world are naturally quite dissatisfied, but their lives are the most important, and they can only evacuate Jing’an Temple in an orderly manner under the guidance of the staff.
Li Ang, who faintly sensed something was wrong, deliberately walked at the end, and saw seven or eight monks in grey t-shirts with scars on their heads~IndoMTL.com~ surrounded by “firefighters”, they were carrying a stretcher. He hurried in from the side door of the square,
The stretcher was covered with a layer of white cloth, and the things underneath could not be seen, and according to the staggering steps of the monks, it could be judged that the things on the stretcher were extremely heavy.
Click!
There was only a sound of wood breaking, and the stretcher poured and fell, hitting a monk.
The monk who was crushed to the ground by the stretcher seemed to have been crushed by a heavy iron ball of a construction crane, his face turned purple, his limbs twitched, and his mouth was speechless.
Before the surrounding “firefighters” could come forward to rescue, another monk was already holding the stretcher with both hands.
The young monk was as delicate as a girl, with a face as white as jade. While his facial features were delicate, he was also stained with a hint of “fox charm” by the moles at the corners of his eyes.
The fox-beautiful monk held the stretcher in both hands and gave a light drink. His thin body suddenly swelled, and the whole person grew a lot taller. The tangled muscles held up the monk’s robe so high that it was comparable to a muscle monster in WWE. fighter.
“Get up!”
The muscular young man gritted his teeth and slammed the stretcher up like a weightlifter, letting others drag the monk who was under the stretcher away.
Bang! The stretcher hit the ground, cracking the marble floor tiles.
As the breeze blew, the muscular and beautiful young man gasping for breath straightened up, packed up his monk robes, and exchanged glances with Li Ang, who was looking at him from a distance.
The handsome, muscular monk’s face flushed red, his chin slightly drooped, and his face was like a peach blossom. If you look at his face alone, he could be said to be charming.
Li Ang felt a chill, not only because of the monk, but also because of the stretcher that was blown up by the wind—a black shiny, weird-looking lower half of a mummified corpse lay on it.