Looking at the description, it's a skill in a certain game, anyway, the passive of getting bigger has brought Zhang San a powerful body!

The muscles of the peacemaker look bluffing, but if you really want to compete in strength, it will definitely be Zhang San who wins.

The first physical growth allowed him to acquire a pair of muscles of a bodybuilder, and the second physical growth doubled his strength and everything related to his body.

That's 10 times that of a normal human...

In addition to these two passive skills, another guarantee is what Zhang San mentioned to Chris before.

A villa from a certain green icon simulation game.

Zhang San can add furniture to the empty villa and change the internal structure.

The villa does not need electricity or water from the outside world at all, and its built-in circulation system ensures that the people in the house can survive even in the last days.

Moreover, its defense is almost invincible, and there is no way to enter this villa except to ask Zhang San for authorization.

The seemingly fragile glass can actually resist anything that attacks it, and Zhang San, who lives in this kind of villa, only needs to worry about whether he will be peeped through the glass when he swims.

As his master and friend, the vigilante did not hesitate to move into the villa, and said that it was to supervise Zhang San's training.

Now that Chris is the only one left in the evil elimination team, the villa can be used not only as a home, but also as a base.

Despite having so many good things, Zhang San didn't think he could jump.

Even if you eat black and fight black, it is in your own area.

Because he understands how dangerous the world he lives in.

It's the fucking DC Universe, a world with Superman and Darkseid!

Immortals fight mortals and suffer disasters!

Unless Zhang San becomes a powerful muscular hunk who kills demons like a Doom Slayer, he plans to be a police officer in this small place for the rest of his life.

Actually, it's pretty good to be a police officer.

There are only a few days on the job, and there is an administrative leave for shooting.

After pressing all the bullets in the box into the magazine, Zhang San carried the full match AR out of the police station.

Jingle bell~

Riding his own all-terrain bike, Zhang San began his patrol mission.

"Officer Zhang went to work today?"

"The vacation is over."

"Officer Zhang, how did you think about what I told you last time?"

"I thought about it after I went back, but it was still not the right age."

"Officer Zhang has time to come to my house for dinner! My girl likes you all the time. ”

"Okay, I'll go when I have time!"

The citizens on the street greeted him very warmly, and Zhang San also went back one by one.

He rode into a special area, a nice neighborhood that looked good, but it was inhabited by troublemakers.

The upside-down American flag hanging outside a courtyard is already telling, and the owner of this courtyard is Chris his father.

Augustus Ranson Smith.

Zhang San affectionately called him Mr. Smith, because he couldn't remember all these long names of foreigners.

Seeing Chris squatting in his father's garage and holding his eagle as he remembered the plot, Zhang San coughed twice.

Hearing the movement, Chris turned his head and invited him into the room to sit down.

"Eagle Eagle has gained weight."

Touching the eagle's head, Zhang San took out a bag of potato chips from his pocket.

Moments later...

Zhang San, who was sitting next to Smith and Chris, only felt that the atmosphere in the room was very oppressive.

Because he had been laughed at by his old friends before, Chris didn't make a bloody move to be afraid of rats in front of his father.

"Zhang San, has the crime rate of black skins risen again recently?"

An interrogative tone spit out of Smith's mouth, and Zhang San, who knew that he was super racist, nodded:

"Their crime rate has increased by more than half this month, but now the police department can still suppress them."

"I've long suggested to your director that all the black skins be sent where they should go, and whoever lets them in will be sent there!"

Smith was upset when he talked about it, and he thought that these sinful black skins should be buried in the ground to promote the growth of vegetables!

Instead of letting them go around forming gangs and scourging social order!

"Why don't you get a big gun of your own?"

Seeing the full AR next to Zhang Sanfang and the FN5.7 on his waist, Smith was a little dissatisfied.

This kind of firepower is too weak, and the fans in the black market are better than this.

"The police department doesn't have a budget, and that's already the best..."

Zhang San was very helpless, he also wanted better firepower, but he didn't have that condition.

A month's salary is so little, even if you can make extra money, you have to keep the card draw to change your life.

He didn't have any spare money to change his own superhero outfit.

If he could, he really wanted to replace all the garbage skill props that polluted the gacha pool with super weapons from science fiction movies!

"I can help you build a weapon, but you'll have to find the materials yourself."

"I've got the materials!"

It is very rare, and Smith, who is usually too lazy to go out, will now take the initiative to help Zhang San build a weapon.

This is a rare opportunity, Zhang San knows that this uncle's skills are very good.

He wanted to ask Smith for help before, but this man's personality was not so easy to get along with, so Zhang San never spoke.

Now there's a chance to die!

He then took out a few pieces of metal that were in his storehouse and introduced them:

"This is vibranium, which absorbs and reflects energy. This piece is an Edelman alloy, and it's very hard..."

"What kind of weapon do you want?"

Smith asked after examining a few pieces of special metal on the table and making sure they were good.

Zhang San thought for a moment, and then said the idea of the transformation gun.

He wanted his weapon to change from a pistol to a troll, and then a rifle and a sniper rifle.

Smith's face remained unchanged after listening to his description, but his hand pushed the material back: "You should go to Doctor Fate, you may be able to do it with his magic." ”

Zhang San didn't know why, and looked puzzled.

"The materials you gave are not enough to complete your fantasy, I can only make you a weapon in fixed form."

He, Smith, is just a tech guy, not some magical monster who can copy items.

Zhang San was a little helpless, because his inventory was so small, he couldn't do it...

"Then I want a black extended version of the Desert Eagle, which was taken by the brothers in Executioner 2."