Speaking of which, Song Lan was still a little moved in her heart.

In this strange year 2166, there is a man who fears for his safety and is willing to use up his savings for many years.

However, after Lu Xiang talked about the two ways of the rescuer assessment, she skipped the most critical and the third way that Song Lan wanted to know the most.

His ability is obviously not directly related to the modification of the prosthetic body and the training of the body, so there is only this third way to explain, but from Lu Xiang's words, Song Lan got a message - people who can embark on the third path are not only extremely rare, but should also be subject to "special care".

In other words, once this secret is discovered, a peaceful life is getting farther and farther away from him.

Before that, he had also tried to search for this kind of news on the Internet, but he couldn't find any clear and instructive reference other than the fans boasting about their respective idols.

Even the three assessment standards for rescuers were the first time he had heard of them.

Lu Xiang popularized science to him for a long time, but he still couldn't solve the biggest question in Song Lan's heart.

What kind of level is he at now?

Before, he only realized that it should be enough for him to avoid those Mohican thugs on the street, and since he was a civilian department, there was actually nothing to solve problems with violence in his daily life and work.

As a civilized person, Song Lan has never advocated the use of violence to solve problems.

But now the situation is different, and he has to be prepared for possible accidents, the first step of which is to have a relatively accurate understanding of himself.

Song Lan used to be a comic book lover, in addition to comics, he would often pay attention to the combat power rankings of some comic characters, so he knew that the fastest way to determine the combat power of a new character was to introduce a combat power reference.

As a result, Mr. Chai Ke, whose head value is as high as 600,000, has become his best combat power reference at present.

And now the person who can best answer this question is sitting beside him.

He pretended to ask casually, "What is the origin of this firewood, the reward of more than 600,000 yuan can be worth my salary for several years." ”

"He's one of the biggest smugglers in the 17th District, and his usual job is to get things out of the city and things out into the city - supplies, munitions, prosthetics, and people, and many of the notorious wanted criminals out there are his customers, and his death has led to the disruption of the supply chain, and the 17th District will not be peaceful for a long time to come."

As he spoke, Lu Xiang turned his face to the direction of the window with a heavy heart, looking at the city shrouded in night with great attention.

In fact, before today's incident, she had already heard the gossip that Chai Ke's customers were planning to rob the prison, but she didn't expect that before those people could rob the prison, Chai Ke would die in District 17.

"So, he must have had a lot of prosthetic implants, right?"

"Chai Ke's prosthetic implantation degree is 21%, and many of them are black goods that cannot be bought on the market."

Considering that Song Lan may not have a concept of this number, Lu Xiang added, "The degree of prosthetic implantation is a coefficient created by the assessment agency, you just need to know that in the case of an encounter, Chai Ke can single-handedly solve our three special operations teams." ”

"Really?"

Song Lan was shocked, because for a long time in the past, he thought that the special operations team of the law enforcement department was the ceiling of their combat power here, and the selection of the special operations team was extremely strict, and everyone who could enter that team was ruthless.

But with such a group of ruthless characters, can Chai Ke single-handedly take on three teams?

"Well, Chai Ke's bones all over his body have been transformed, and a bulletproof coating is implanted under his skin, ordinary bullets are ineffective against him, and anti-equipment weapons are needed to penetrate his skin, in addition, he also transplanted Tesla Technology's 3701 arc gun to his left hand, which is a black product that cannot be bought on the market."

The shock on Song Lan's face became more and more obvious, although he couldn't understand some of the technical terms mentioned by Lu Xiang, but he could roughly imagine that Chai Ke walking on the street was almost equivalent to a humanoid terminator.

And he ......

Actually punched a hole in the "Terminator" that requires anti-materiel weapons to deal with?

Song Lan almost subconsciously looked at his right hand, and more surprise came from his right hand than Chai Ke.

If he knew in advance that Chai Ke had transformed himself into a terminator, he wouldn't dare to punch the opponent directly behind him, what if he didn't break the defense and fractured his wrist?

After Lu Xiang's explanation, he realized what terrible thing he had fought before.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not asking you to transform yourself into Chai Ke."

Lu Xiang noticed the change in Song Lan's face and said, "You only need to transform your hands and forearms, which is enough to deal with Chai Ke's subordinates." ”

“…… Can I ask another question? ”

"Just ask."

"How the hell did you catch Chai Ke at that time?"

"Work Secrets."

Lu Xiang said, "If you want to know, you can consider transferring to the special operations team." ”

"Excuse me, I'm afraid that I will be reported by my colleagues for deliberately giving away heads."

Song Lan hurriedly waved her hand, "I don't think it's too early, you should rest early." ”

"Hmm."

……

After Lu Xiang returned to the bedroom, Song Lan sat in the living room for a long time, until she confirmed that there was no sound in Lu Xiang's bedroom, then turned off the light and went back to her room lightly.

If it was in normal times, he would definitely fall asleep until the next day's mobile phone alarm woke him up.

Today, however, he sat on the edge of the bed, staring closely at his right hand.

Could it be that he has actually mastered skills such as the Beidou God Fist?

Besides, even if it's the Beidou God Fist, I'm afraid it won't be able to penetrate the bulletproof coating that requires anti-materiel weapons to penetrate, right?

To test his suspicions, Song Lan eventually turned his attention to the small safe under the bedside table, which he vaguely remembers selling online, boasting that even Gatling couldn't penetrate its bulletproof coating.

Song Lan took a deep breath and clenched her fists.

The next moment, his eyes froze, and the action of punching was completed in one go.

"Knock ——!"

Almost at the same time, his body twisted into the shape of a shrimp, and he had to hold his breath to reduce the pain, and in just a few seconds, Song Lan's face was already flushed.

In the face of the fatal blow of the "Beidou God Fist", the safe stood tall and motionless, and seemed to be silently laughing at Song Lan's inconsiderability.

Chai Ke, your uncle!

Song Lan was angry at Chai Ke's head, you just said that your prosthetic body bought a fake when you went to X Duoduo, right?

After playing Shrimp and rolling on the bed for a while, Song Lan suddenly thought of something, he endured the pain in his right hand, sat up again, and then glanced at the wall clock on the wall.

On May 7, 2166, at 2:24 a.m., Chai can harm me!

Song Lan silently made a note of Chai Ke in her heart.

His right hand suffered a heavy blow and he obviously couldn't play again for a short time, so he had to raise his left hand.

With the experience of the past, he only stretched out his index finger this time.

Holding his breath, in a state of high concentration, everything around him seemed to have nothing to do with him anymore.

The outstretched index finger rested lightly against the side wall of the safe.

This time, Song Lan didn't exert any force, he just moved his index finger forward slightly, and the part of his fingertip was embedded in the safe.

I see.

Song Lan retracted her index finger and looked thoughtfully at the knuckle-sized hole in the safe.

2:35 a.m.

He looked up again at the wall clock.

He moved his chair under the wall clock and set the time back to 2:24 before he lay back into bed.

It seems that I can sleep a little more peacefully today.