In the past two days, through continuous practice, Liu Lang has mastered his ability to control the air, and figured out the power and shortcomings of the air bomb and the wind sickle.

Air projectiles are capable of killing targets within a range of 30 meters, beyond which the lethality decreases. Beyond 100 meters, the air bomb will disappear. It is as powerful as a pistol's bullets, but has a significantly shorter effective range, in addition to some of the shortcomings of this ability.

As for the Wind Scythe, the killing range is shorter, only 10 meters. However, a single wind scythe can kill multiple targets, and if it is placed in a group of corpses, it is not too efficient.

Both of these abilities are quite useful, however, they both have a limit.

After several attempts, Liu Lang roughly figured out that the air bomb could only fire about 50 rounds at a time, and the wind sickle could only release 4 rounds.

In this way, activating the ability will drain the spirit.

If the two abilities are combined, about 1 wind scythe is equivalent to the consumption of 12 or 3 air bullets. By figuring out these data, Liu Lang can know what to do and avoid overdrawing his energy when fighting.

Walking to the window and looking down, the corpses of the living jumping corpses were trampled one by one, Liu Lang was under this small building, and nearly two hundred servants were cleaning up the living corpses that could be seen along the streets and alleys, and fed back a large number of points to Liu Lang.

After killing the hunters, Liu Lang's points were about to break 20,000, and after working hard in the past two days, he expanded the number of subordinates from the original 50 to 200, and by the way, he recruited Zhuang Ding in the industrial zone.

Most of the living corpses in the industrial zone are workers, many of whom are manual laborers, and Liu Lang specially selects these strong living corpses for shelter.

After the number of points increased, the points were earned faster than before. The Containment Guard had almost used up its points in the morning, and now it was a few thousand.

Lao Liu summed it up, or simply stay for another day or two, unlock the authority of the fourth layer of Futu before leaving.

Anyway, at the current rate, it won't take long for 100,000 points.

Communicating with Futu, Liu Lang found that there were already 5 genetic fragments of the living jumping corpse, looked at Qin Tiezhu, and simply upgraded his 'deadly slingshot'.

'To upgrade this project, you need to consume 2500 points, 4 living corpse fragments, is it upgraded?' ’

Be!

Qin Tiezhu's right hand immediately shook slightly, blood vessels bulged under the skin, the body squirmed, and the original burgundy complexion was becoming darker...

The renovation is complete!

Hu Cong [Qin Tiezhu] is already suitable for the Death Slingshot, and the project cannot be further upgraded.

Death Slingshot: An upgraded version of the deadly slingshot, with enhanced damage and range, increasing the lethality of the slingshot to the limit!

Liu Lang couldn't help but whistle, and when he looked at Lao Qin again, the change of the big man had stopped, and his right hand had obviously enlarged, which was already a little asymmetrical with his left hand.

And the complexion is dark red, and the rubber-like luster is more and more obvious...

Liu Lang immediately gave an order and asked Qin Tiezhu to smash a punch to take a look. The latter immediately turned around, clenched his fists and closed his arms, leaned forward, and punched out!

At the moment of punching, a blurry, wave-like cloud appeared around the fist. With an explosion like thunder, Qin Tiezhu's arm immediately ejected like a rubber band, crossing a distance of seven or eight meters, and smashed on a load-bearing column.

That pillar exploded directly! A large amount of rubble sprayed out one by one, revealing a few twisted and broken steel bars, and Liu Lang's eyes were about to fall off.

Is this a fist? It's just a cannonball!

With a snort, Qin Tiezhu withdrew his slingshot hand and stood there as if he was nothing, as if the earth-shattering punch just now had nothing to do with him.

Xiaolou shook, and dust kept sprinkling on the ceiling, Liu Lang couldn't help but sigh, and hurriedly greeted Hu Conghu, saving him from staying and burying him alive when Xiaolou collapsed.

Let Hu Cong continue to clean up in the industrial area, Liu Lang returned to the paper mill with the left and right protectors, and it was almost dusk, and the survivors in the paper mill were already starting to cook.

Liu Lang returned to the dormitory building in the East District, and before he could go up, he called Zeng Shuai to stop: "Brother Liu, come over and take a look, I got you what you want, I don't know if I can use it." ”

Zeng Shuai rushed to a small tricycle placed in the corner of the yard, the tricycle was covered with a tarpaulin, and he lifted off the water protection cloth with a roar, revealing an iron lump.

Cylindrical, with a sharp tip, it looks like a small rocket. It is that the workmanship is rough, and the solder joints can be seen everywhere, and at a glance, you can know that it is a semi-finished product made in a hurry.

"What the hell?" Liu Lang scratched his head, "Did I ask you to build a rocket?" ”

Zeng Shuai raised Qin Tiezhu's arm and said, "Fist gloves, you didn't ask me to get a metal fist for this big brother, I will do what you want." Look at it, it's a hundred pounds, it's heavy enough. And I designed the ramming angle in front, and if there is a material that can solve the power problem, I want to get a drill bit for him. ”

"I have to say, your subject has made me find a whole new kind of fun, and I find that I still have a bit of a talent for tinkering with these things."

"Huh." Zeng Shuai jumped out a few meters away, "What's wrong with this big brother's hand, why did it become a unicorn arm?" ”

Liu Lang casually talked nonsense: "People are martial arts masters, do you understand martial arts?" This is practice, you don't care. I didn't expect you to get what I wanted. It is... Zeng Shuai, your aesthetic is estimated to be improved. ”

Zeng Shuai looked depressed, Liu Lang laughed, and asked Qin Tiezhu to try Zeng Shuai's weird boxing gloves. The big guy walked over, put his hand into the small rocket, and easily picked it up.

After a few simple punches, the courtyard was full of tigers, Qin Tiezhu stabbed at the wall at will, and the metal impact angle directly pierced the wall, and then pulled back his fist, leaving a hole the size of a human head in the wall.

Liu Lang nodded with satisfaction: "Ugly is ugly, the power is not bad." Especially this collision angle, interesting. Zeng Shuai, if you have equipment and a venue in the future, you can give me more things to make out, I think your head is quite good. ”

Zeng Shuai touched his nose and said, "That's right, I won the first place in the school's creative design competition last year." ”

At this time, Zheng Wu poked his head out of the upstairs balcony and shouted, "Brother Liu, Xiaoshuai, you can eat." ”

"Here we are." Liu Lang waved his hand and walked upstairs on Zeng Shuai's shoulder.

Now in addition to the fireman team stationed in the building, there is also a suicide team of ten people. This team was transformed by Liu Lang who picked ten servants and invested the genetic fragments of the bomb corpse, and all of them had the skill of self-explosion.

Because death will self-destruct this mechanism, Liu Lang didn't dare to let them go out to score points, so as not to run into mutated living corpses and kill them, wasting the fragments of the bomb corpse in vain.

You must know that Liu Lang has not encountered this kind of mutant living corpse yet, and at present, he can only make such ten self-detonation corpses, so he naturally has to watch it useful.

After dinner, Lao Liu lay down early, recuperated his energy, and waited for tomorrow to lead the team to score points.

In the apocalyptic world, there is basically no entertainment at night, and many people go to bed early like Liu Lang. However, there is one building in the paper mill that still has lights flashing, and that is Fenglou.

Chen Xin's gang picked out some of the beautiful girls among the survivors and threw them into Fenglou to do skin work, and after Chen Xin's death, Zhang Cheng took over his power, which naturally included Fenglou.

At this moment, Zhang Cheng is happy in the Fenglou. Looking at the flickering firelight in the Fenglou, sitting near the gate and looking at the fat waves on the platform, he looked envious.

"It's a fucking fart to say it's a blessing to share." Fatty Bo muttered, "The surname Zhang is now the boss, and he forgot about his brother." Damn, if I don't just break my hand, I'll arrange for me to watch the gate and his grandmother..."

Suddenly, there was a roar outside the door. Fat Bo shuddered, and quickly lit up the flashlight and swept it out. The lights swept back and forth, and suddenly, a figure appeared in the light......

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