Feren didn't take Beth's words to heart, now and before the disaster are two completely different worlds, and a gathering place with only second-level network permissions can hardly guarantee his independence. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info They will either be destroyed by the electromagnetic storm or swallowed up by other forces with higher authority. Of course, this is based on the premise that they are not destroyed by energy-sucking monsters or any other monster.

The scavenger team was nothing more than a small accident on Faeron's journey, and this year's electromagnetic storm seemed to come earlier than usual, and as he walked through the ruins, Faeron could even keenly feel the strong radiation coming from the air. Because of this, when Fallon returned to the 9th arrondissement, it was already overcrowded.

Sector 9 is the largest gathering place in this wilderness wasteland, and the only one with Level 5 network clearance. This is the benefit of high-level aggregations, the higher the level of network authority, the more network energy can be called, the greater the coverage area, and the stronger the power to resist electromagnetic storms. At first, people didn't know about it, but when they realized the value of a high-level access network area, everything changed.

Walking through the 9th arrondissement, you can see people wearing leather armor and carrying weapons everywhere. This is the norm in the wasteland, and in the aftermath of that catastrophe, the world's population has been reduced to less than one ten, and those who survive will have to face not only natural disasters, but also an army of monsters that are once made up of their former compatriots, which are almost desperately large. Faced with such a world, they have no other way but to fight.

Feren's appearance quickly attracted the attention of the others, especially his neat and clean clothes, which looked out of place in a world of dust and blood. It's like a well-dressed rich man entering a slum alone.

But no one stood up to express their dissatisfaction, most of them quickly turned their heads the moment they saw Fei Lun, and the few guys who didn't have long eyes and planned to come forward to find trouble would quickly be quietly stopped by the others and then taken to the crowd to be "educated" for a good meal, not because they respected the "doctor" so much, but no one wanted to get into trouble -- especially when the other party was a "doctor."

It's too much to kill yourself because of someone else's stupidity.

By the time Fallon walked into the Wild Mary tavern, it was already night.

Pushing open the heavy door, you're greeted by a mixture of hoarse screams and wild rock 'n' roll. Flashing lights streaked through the dimly lit halls, and the madness of alcohol allowed people to indulge on the dance floor, writhing and screaming to the deafening beats. And in the corners, you can see men and women, men and men, women and women huddled together. Regardless of gender, regardless of age, they indulge in the carnival atmosphere and the thrill of alcohol. It was as if it would allow them to forget about the dangers outside and return to that carefree, peaceful and happy time.

Feron took off his hat and slowly walked to the bar to find a seat to sit down, and soon a bartender came to him.

"Welcome back, doctor, you're here a little later than usual."

"It's just a good thing to do along the way."

Faced with the bartender's inquiry, Pheren smiled and gave an answer. Hearing Fei Lun's answer, the burly, fierce and brave man on the other side suddenly turned pale, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and then he smiled.

"It's a doctor, then......... What do you need? ”

"A glass of juice."

As he spoke, Faeron glanced at the black cat that was jumping off his shoulder.

"And grilled fish."

"Okay, please wait."

If someone else made such a request, I am afraid that the big man would have picked it up and thrown it in the trash bin a long time ago. But after listening to Fei Lun's words, the big man immediately nodded without hesitation, and then quickly ran to the other side and began to prepare, even putting down the wine of the other customers who were originally brewing. In the face of this situation, not a single customer protested, as if the other party had done it for granted, and they were all reasonable gentlemen in the world.

Soon, everything was ready.

"Your juice, doctor. And your grilled fish, little cutie. ”

Respectfully placing the freshly squeezed juice in his hand in front of Feren, the bartender smiled and winked at the black cat beside Feren, then quickly stepped back and continued to do his job. Feron was left alone to sit there, enjoying what was in front of him.

The juice in the glass exuded a fresh aroma, and Feron slowly turned the glass. His expression looked focused, and his long black hair was meticulously combed to the sides, setting off the handsome, angular face. If it is a normal day, when you meet such a young and handsome man, there will always be a woman who will come forward to talk to you. But now, even the most masculine women dare to curl up in the corner, looking at the figure sitting at the bar with cat-like curious eyes.

But alas, not everyone is self-aware.

"Hey, that juice-drinking sissy!"

A brutal voice rang out, and with it, a burly, stout man in a leather jacket strode forward, who, unlike most of the people in the tavern, did not carry a gun, but carried a large hammer behind him. He walked like a tyrannosaurus, and anyone who stood in his way would be completely crushed under his feet.

With each step the man took, the ground shook slightly. He strode behind Faeron and stared at the young, thin guy in front of him with a look of disdain. And Faeron didn't even look at him, just raised his head and looked at the bartender in front of him. Sensing his gaze, the bartender spread his hands helplessly.

"We can't help it, doctor, there's been a lot of self-righteous guys coming to District 9 lately, and we can't manage it."

"Hey, do you hear that? You little white face? This is Lao Tzu's position! ”

The man didn't pay attention to the exchange between Feren and the bartender, only to see a hideous smile on his scarred face, glaring at Faren in front of him.

"Hurry up and get out of here, this isn't the place for a sissy with a pet like you, do you hear me? You're ................"

However, the man's words were not finished. Because at this moment, Faeron was already standing in front of him, and the cold and sharp scalpel was placed in the man's wide open mouth at this moment.

"Poor man..............."

Feren sighed softly, then he looked up with a soft smile.

"I think you need therapy."

"Wow!"

Before Fei Lun's words fell, I saw that the surrounding crowd suddenly retreated quickly, even the drunk who was originally drunk and fell on the bar counter, at this time, he also rolled into the crowd, looking like that, it was as if he hated his parents for giving birth to two legs.

"You ******..............."

"Recording begins."

However, in the face of the angry man, Faerun's face remained unchanged, he just looked at the other party quietly, tilted his head at the same time, and spoke.

"The patient has a severe mental disorder characterized by uncontrollable foul language and excessive violent tendencies......... Based on the diagnosis, it was decided to perform surgery to remove the affected area. ”

As he spoke, Fei Lun flipped his right hand, accompanied by a muffled scream, and a bright red tongue flew out of the man's wide open mouth, and landed in the wine glass next to him with a "snap", and the blood spread from the fracture, and soon dyed the wine bright red.

"Ahh

The man stumbled back, his mouth bright red, and the intense pain made his facial muscles tremble and twist, almost like a beast. His eyes were red, and he glared at Faeron viciously, and then the man let out a muffled roar, and suddenly reached out, grabbed the hammer behind his back and raised it high. At the same time, I saw that the man's already strong body suddenly swelled up like a leather ball. And his skin quickly lost its original color, began to condense and deform, and transformed into a more powerful existence. Seeing this scene, many people gasped. Being able to change his body so weirdly shows that the man in front of him already has the ability to manipulate mass. This also means that he is a powerful warrior with level 4 authority!

Above the wasteland, people are able to use the network system. However, only those who are truly gifted will awaken to their abilities. It's like Beth that Feron met before, or the man in front of him. Not only will they be able to use the basic capabilities of the system, but they will even be able to elevate their own authority and do things that ordinary people can't. It's like superpowers, or magic.

Although there is no unified understanding, most people divide the level of competence of these authorities into five stages: "mastery, manipulation, control, transformation, and creation". With two levels of authority as the first order, the highest ten-level strength division is the only symbol of power in this apocalyptic land.

A warrior with fourth-level authority is already considered a strong man here.

Unfortunately, he chose the wrong target.

"The patient loses control, exhibits an aggressive personality, and the final treatment plan is to be executed."

With Faeron's elegant and peaceful voice, the man who had originally raised the hammer above his head suddenly trembled, and then, he remained motionless in this position. It wasn't until a moment later that the hammer slipped out of his hand and slammed into the ground with a screeching thud. At the same time, the man's tall body fell to the ground with a bang.

And at his neck, a scalpel with a flickering cold light was inserted.