In the next few days, Leon has been testing the specific strength of the skill of [Glandular Stimulation - Adrenal Gland].

His usual physiology is probably similar to that of a professional athlete at an average level, and after the adrenaline injection, his athletic level can be comparable to that of a national first-class athlete and even a champion in world-class competitions.

In other words, with the use of this skill, Leon was able to reach the pinnacle of all human physiology.

Of course, the side effects are also extremely serious, such as shaking all over the body, poor breathing, bloodshot eyes, a large amount of cold sweat from the inside out, a violent heartbeat and even arrhythmia, a strong vomiting sensation in the stomach, and a horrible headache comparable to stuffing your head into a water mill.

Fortunately, these side effects were still within Leon's tolerance - he had long studied the intelligence agency's interrogation guides, including the CIA's "Kubak Interrogation Manual",

And he tested many torture techniques on himself, and compared to those horrific tortures, the side effects of adrenal hormones are similar to those of a fresh breeze.

And after this kill, Leon also realized that modern light weapons such as assault rifles may not be able to cause effective damage to all kinds of monsters in the killing game.

You also have to get anti-materiel sniper rifles, anti-tank bazookas, military flamethrowers, mortars, howitzers, mustard gas ....

It is true that Li Ang likes small productions, but no matter how strong his hands-on ability is, it is impossible for him to hide in his living room and pull out many heavy weapons with his bare hands without being noticed by the official monitoring system.

"If only I were in Black Africa, not to mention military flamethrowers, I could make even the M388 bazooka."

Leon thought so.

The so-called M388 rocket launcher refers to the bazooka developed by the NATO alliance after World War II in order to guard against the invasion of 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, let alone armor-fragmenting shells.

It is loaded with miniature lightweight nuclear bombs with a maximum TNT yield of up to 250 kilometres and a maximum range of up to 4 km.

The most disturbing thing is that the radiation radius of the warhead of the M388 rocket launcher light nuclear bomb exceeds its range ....

In other words, when the user fires a shell, he must be prepared to die on the spot and die with the enemy.

I kill myself.

If it weren't for the efforts of the customs supervision department, I am afraid that Li Ang would have bought two copies of local specialty "yellow cakes" from the black African region online.

"Damn, I'm suffering from a phobia of lack of firepower..."

In short, Li Ang, who had no way to buy a way to make heavy weapons for the time being, had to tinker with the equipment on his body and set his sights on magic weapons in folklore.

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Jing'an Temple, also known as Jing'an Ancient Temple, is located in the center of Yinshi, its history can be traced back to the Three Kingdoms period, the original name of Chongxuan Temple, Song Dazhong Xiangfu changed its name to Jing'an Temple, is one of the oldest temples in the country.

The world has changed, the stars have changed, the ancient temples of the past have become tourist attractions, and it is a summer weekend, and tourists from all over the country come to take pictures and check in a long line inside and outside the temple.

In the queue outside the temple, Wang Congshan was wearing a straw hat, a pink shirt and blue shorts, holding a popsicle in her hand, and her snow-white slender thighs dangled in front of Li Ang, "Hey, haven't you always hated all kinds of religions?" Why did you ask me to come to Jo'an Temple today? ”

"I don't call it Hey, my name is Chu Yuxing."

Leon talked about the old stalk of the last century, and said casually: "I hate religion, and I have always thought that bald donkeys do not have a good thing. ”

"And you're still here?"

"It's too boring to go out on the weekend."

Leon threw the popsicle stick to the side of the road and said, "I originally wanted to call you to the zoo." As a result, Yinshi Zoo is very inhumane, and the animals in it are not marked with a price, so how can we viewers bid for the auction. ”

"God bids for the auction." Wang Congshan rolled her eyes and pointed to the popsicle wooden stick that was dropped by Li Ang on the ground, "Littering, it's really unqualified, there are foreign friends here." ”

"Hmm...."Li Ang pondered for a moment, realizing that this behavior was really bad, so he picked up the wooden stick, slapped himself in the face, and shouted loudly in the Japanese Kansai dialect: "すみませえん! ”

The crowd on both sides looked at each other, and Wang Congshan, who had long been accustomed to Li Ang's daily mistakes, just twitched the corners of his mouth, pretending 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 various photos, and the latter secretly observed the structure of the temple and examined the magic weapons that might be in the temple.

Joanji Temple is, after all, one of the oldest temples in the country, and if there are any ancient transcendent artifacts left, it is the most likely hiding place.

The last time he used wicker to kill the possessed ghost, it was completely after reading some folklore books (such as "The Strange Ghost Record", "The Legend of the Dead", "The Legend of the Divine Strange", and "Youyang Miscellaneous").

It's just a coincidence that wicker can fight ghosts, but what if you meet a resentful ghost who is even more resentful, and wicker is useless.

Even though it may have been searched over and over again by the authorities, it's not a bad idea to sneak a peek at folklore items and peek at a bald donkey that may have a transcendent heritage.

The two of them visited the Dharma Hall, the Mountain Gate, the Tianwang Palace, the Bell Tower, the Guanyin Palace, the Mani Palace, and took a lot of architectural photos along the way, and saw a lot of Buddhist instruments such as Buddhist shrines, worship mats, vases, incense burners, wooden fish, and prayer beads.

Li Ang even took a certain risk and put on sunglasses to turn on his spiritual vision, but he never found any traces of his extraordinary power.

The great monks in the temple were all mortals who had no psychic reactions—Li Ang also wanted to buy some enlightened magic weapons for himself and Wang Congshan.

Just as the two of them walked out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, they saw a group of personnel wearing firefighter uniforms rushing into the Jing'an Temple, blocking the entrance and exit, and evacuating the tourists in the temple.

"There is a leak in the underground natural gas pipeline, please leave in an orderly manner under the arrangement of the staff."

A firefighter shouted as he stood on a fire truck that drove into the temple with a loudspeaker.

Tourists from all over the world are naturally quite dissatisfied, but their lives are the most important, so they can only evacuate Jing'an Temple in an orderly manner under the guidance of the staff.

Li Ang, who was faintly aware of the fact that something was wrong, deliberately walked at the end, and saw seven or eight monks wearing gray green clothes with ring scars on their heads, surrounded by "firefighters", carrying a stretcher, and hurriedly running in from the side door of the square.

The stretcher was covered with a white cloth, and it was impossible to see what was underneath, and judging from the staggering steps of the monks, it was also judged that the content on the stretcher was extremely heavy.

Click!

I heard a sound of wood breaking, and the stretcher fell and fell on top of a monk.

The monk, who had been crushed to the ground on a stretcher, turned purple with a purple-red complexion, his limbs twitched, and he could not speak, as if he had been crushed by a large iron ball from a demolition crane.

Before the surrounding "firefighters" could come to the rescue, another monk had already held the stretcher with both hands.

The young monk was as delicate as a girl, his face was like white jade, and his facial features were delicate, but at the same time, he was dyed with a trace of "fox charm" by the tears in the corners of his eyes.

The fox monk held the stretcher with both hands, and snorted softly, his thin body swelled suddenly, and the whole person grew a lot taller, and the muscles coiled into pieces held the monk's robe high, comparable to the muscle monster-level fighters in WWE.

"Up!"

The muscular boy gritted his teeth and jerked the stretcher up like a weightlifter, allowing the others to drag the monk under the stretcher away.

Bang! The stretcher smashed to the ground, cracking the marble-paved tiles.

The breeze blew, and the muscular beautiful boy who was panting heavily straightened up, packed up his monk's robe, and glanced at Li Ang, who was looking at him from a distance.

The handsome monk with muscles all over his body has a red face, a slight chin, and a face like a peach blossom.

Leon had a chill, both from the monk and from the wind-blown stretcher, on which lay a black, shiny, grotesque-looking lower half of the corpse.