Airplanes!

A Lamborghini pulls into the garage as the auto-sensing roller shutter slowly descends.

Shortly after parting from the excited Coulter, Yorks got out of the car, looked back at the very ostentatious Lamborghini, and shook his head.

"Sure enough, it's more comfortable than a muscle car."

As he complained and walked indoors, York's heart moved at will, and the virtual window that only he could see automatically appeared.

Skip the other attributes and stay on the magic.

Ever since the spiritual/holy power had broken the number of three hundred, his bonus points had been transferred to the mana.

A month's accumulation in the real world, plus nine months of accumulation here.

He has accumulated a total of 148 usable attribute points.

So the current mana is 364 points.

Three hundred and sixty-four times, that's a lot of data.

"It's full ...... again"

York's eyes narrowed slightly, and he directly enchanted the contents of a backpack stored in the secret cabinet through a three-dimensional diagram.

In one go, consume the three hundred and sixty-four mana points that had just been fully restored.

The contents of the backpack were old acquaintances, homemade shaped black Sorkin, a total of twenty kilograms of C4 bombs.

Day and night, he enchanted every five hours, and now this pack of C4 bombs with a total of twenty kilograms has already changed a lot.

Three hundred and sixty-four times twenty kilograms is equal to six thousand nine hundred and eighty kilograms, which is equal to seven tons.

In other words, the power of this C4, which seems to weigh twenty kilograms, has actually exploded to the equivalent of seven tons, and this is just a one-time enchantment.

"After a month and a half of preparation, the current equivalent seems to be about 1,572 tons."

Yorkes made a mental estimation and instantly figured out the actual power of the pack.

This is only the equivalent of C4 itself, and if you want to use the world's TNT equivalent as a benchmark, this package actually has an equivalent power of 2,000 tons.

Of course, if it's true about explosive power, humans are even more powerful.

But this in itself is only an incidental property of magic power, this C4 bomb with a yield of only twenty kilograms, the explosion of the actual increase is all magic power, and the power contained in it cannot be determined.

He only wanted to find a benchmark to estimate the power of the TNT equivalent value, but in fact the two are not the same thing.

"The name is a magic bomb with a yield of 2,000 tons, so it should have an effect on the Titan God underground."

In order to be on the safe side, Yorkes took it upon himself to possess the Holy Weapon with one hand, so that this C4, which is essentially a magic bomb, is added with a layer of divine energy.

"It's really getting more and more like a terrorist."

The sound of complaining fell, and York disappeared into the garage.

And just like that, day after day passed.

When this C4 bomb has already reached the yield of three thousand seven hundred tons.

Cornell's round of vacation is finally here.

During this time, York almost wanted to break into the cabin directly, but he was afraid that it would affect the layout of the Authority.

So, I finally waited for this moment.

At this moment, in addition to the students who deliberately stayed in school, there were those who went home, and there were also students who went to play like an appointment, relaxed their mood, and released their stress, such as Kurt and other movie protagonists.

As a wealthy professor, he provided a small RV with nothing and some food materials for play.

This makes Kurt's group of protagonists very excited.

Sunny day.

in one room.

Wearing only a small white inner and a blouse that showed her belly button, Dina looked out the window as she packed up her clothes for the trip.

Due to the holidays at nearby Cornell University, the streets outside are bustling with people and there is a certain amount of traffic.

But her eyes linger on a small RV parked on the side of the street, eventually shifting to the man leaning against the wall.

The man wears a loose casual suit, but it gives an extremely strong sense of strength.

It's handsome, and it gives people a burst of security

"Alas......"

Dina sighed, re-packed up, stuffed the underwear and clothes in her hand into the backpack on the bed, and when she was about to zip it up, she still couldn't help but curse.

"A stinky man as hard as a stone! The old lady has been chasing you for so long! I didn't hesitate to use my body to tempt, and I didn't react at all! ”

Thinking back on the past, Dina felt a little broken in her heart, she looked down and couldn't help but doubt herself.

"Could it be that I'm too young?"

"Hey!"

Before Dina could continue to doubt herself, she was attracted by the movement next to her, and subconsciously looked over.

Julie, who was dressed like a flower, could show the ditch, and showed her charm generously, ran over excitedly.

"Quick! The professor's car is here! ”

However, Dinah's attention was all on Julie's chest, and finally she couldn't help but tighten the pull ring, took the jeans on the bed as if she had given up on herself, and sat on the bed with her butt, saying as she wore them.

"I've seen it a long time ago."

As she spoke, Dinah glanced at Julie.

"By the way, Julie, did you do something?"

Julie smiled brightly and reached out to shake her hair.

"Oh, the colors seem to be getting brighter." Dinah got up, took care of herself, and buttoned up.

"I can't believe you've gotten to this point."

Julie smiled and leaned closer, exuding a youthful vibe.

"Pretty good, actually, huh? Quick, I need to hear your compliments! ”

Her arm was pulled up, and Dinah nodded in agreement.

"Great, I think Kurt will like it very much, anyway, you're going to hang him, for when?"

Julie coughed, her expression flashing with embarrassment.

"I've said it all, I don't like him."

Dinah tilted her head and looked at Julie, "Huh? Who do you like? Horton? Marty? ”

Hearing these names, Julie shook her head violently: "I don't like anyone." ”

“……”

These conversations were all heard by York, who was leaning on the side of the car door, and he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.

"Should I say it's sisterhood, or plastic girlfriends?"

At this moment, perceiving something, Yorkes raised his head.

Here, the voice of greeting was heard: "Professor York." ”

A car passed by and stopped in front of him.

Sitting inside, Marty has a long thermos cup on his chest.

I don't understand it, so I naturally think it's a thermos mug, but Yorkes knows that it's actually a camouflage of a chimney.

"Smoke less, Marty."

As a professor in name, Yorkes naturally has the qualifications to speak.

With a kind of meekness on Marty's face, he said heartily: "Okay, Professor, I will never let it appear in front of you,

I'll go park first. ”

York waved his hand indifferently, not caring whether what he said was true or false, and didn't even ask a question about a student driving.

Just because the country here is free America, there is as much freedom as there is.

Freedom to the point that there was a man who stumbled, who looked like a homeless man on the street, stumbling into the RV and causing a little movement.

York's habitual squinting eyes and couldn't help but walk to the front of the car and look over.

"Man, are you alright?"

The homeless man with a dark face and a look like he hadn't taken a shower in years, and a new smell came from his body, and after looking up at York, he shook his head, and walked by the wall of the car with his hand.

"It's fine."

Listening to the homeless man's feeble response, Yorkes stared at the small dot on the wall of the car, which was as small as an ant and very inconspicuous in color, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

(End of chapter)