"It's stupid.

Yes, well, we are called samurai, mental image, right? Bushido codes, many honors in battle, some etiquette and respect. Maybe have tea with some idiot before you cut off his head. Ha.

This has been studied in depth. Personally, I think it's tasteless to run around in a ghost mask, but anyway. The truth is that you are in a war when there are aliens around, and in war, honor has no place. ”

——Tee

Lyfe Mag's Street Interview "Three Strikes"! August 2045

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The door opened, only three or four inches wide, enough to show the enemies I had already shot, six dead and partially burning corpses. I aimed at those who were still moving, and after locking my arms into place as best I could, I fired.

I like burning murder weapons more and more. Presumably seeing a red-hot hole punch into the alien's side, and then a stream of flames erupted from inside...

My trencher clicked empty and shot it all, ha. The elevator door slammed shut.

"How much?" I asked.

Five! You're getting better!

The target is destroyed!

Reward... 50 points

"Good," I said, leaning against the wall. The doorway was a messy mess of green blood that smelled a bit like a mixture of mold and freshly cut grass. Some of the number three monsters were already on the verge of slipping in, but Mylis's door was faster than theirs.

I'm not thinking the door is going to last long. They already have a nasty dent and now make a little screaming sound when opened and closed.

"Try again, and then we'll have to really fix the problem," I said.

Getting an empty magazine out of my gun was just as tricky as the first time, especially with the barrel being super hot. There's no way I'm going to have it under my armpit. I ended up emptying the gun between my sneakers and stuffing another magazine inside.

You've already reached less than a hundred points.

"Should I go shopping?" I asked.

There will be no problems with automatic loaders. Or maybe replace your lost arm. There are also utilities that you can't go wrong with, such as clothing or armor, additional perception systems, scanners, and of course, more optimized weapons.

I picked up my trench machine, and the gun was much more comfortable in my hand now than it was an hour ago. "I don't know. Where do you think I should start? ”

It's entirely up to you. How you fight, how you decide in life, what you think is more important. I have a profile about you as a pioneer, but it's not complete enough to determine which purchases are most satisfying for you and best for you.

I switched to a position where I could easily hold the gun and was ready. "What has your profile said so far?" I asked.

You are not averse to taking risks, and although you enjoy being around others, you don't like working with them. This is not uncommon among the chosen vanguards. You like to be close to your opponents, but will shy away from physical confrontation and like to go undetected. You also love big bangs and your opponents dying in funny ways. Go through the troubles, beauty!

"Uh," I said. "I guess that's fair."

If I make a suggestion now, I will push you to undergo drastic body modifications to compensate for your weaknesses. Since these weapons and equipment are expensive, forget it, I also encourage attention to stealth weapons and equipment. Most of the vanguard are quite loud, but there is always a need for those who can move without being detected and without interference. Also, I would encourage you to adopt a variety of explosive techniques. The price of disposable items is somewhat cheap compared to other items. Essentially, it allows you to punch punches that weigh more than your body weight.

I put down the trench machine. I'm tempted, ha. But I was really tempted. "How many points do I have?" I asked.

167

It's too little, when will it be tens of thousands.

"How much does a grenade cost?" I asked.

Suppose you want a weapon that won't kill you in a short range. Class I Esoteric One-Time Initiation 50 points. If you can clean the room on the other side of the door, it will take five to ten points.

I blinked. There are about six aliens left there, maybe more. Also, I want to blow them all up. Strong!

The Tier I Esoteric One-Time Explosive Gadget has been unlocked!

Points reduced to... 117

Congratulations! Do you want me to highlight some of the devices in the catalog?

The elevator door boomed, and something big hit. "How about you give me something to clean up our mess now, and then we can get down to business?"

Good idea! I can recommend Ma

k ID resonator? It uses resonant frequencies to melt the surrounding organic materials.

"For example...... Noises? I asked. Sounds fantastic.

Truly. One unit costs 5 cents. As you can imagine, it is not reusable. Also, it's loud, but it should be fine in the elevator.

"At least give it a try," I said.

New purchase: Class I resonator tag ID

points reduced to... 112

A small square cylindrical object appeared at my feet. It was shaped like a cylinder, so big that it was hard for my hand to hold it. A piece of plastic at the top goes through a hole in a thumb switch.

I tucked my trench machine into the back of my pants – the safety device turned on first – and picked up the device and twisted it back and forth. Mostly gray metal, with some silver discs around it, it looks like a small part inside the speaker. The faucet is written in large letters "Pull to start".

There is a small dial next to the upper button, which is currently set to 5, but looks like it can be moved up or down with just a touch of the thumb.

Pull the tab to release the trigger and fire the grenade. You can also set the time. The second dial below allows you to select the material you are targeting. By default, it is set to the opposite flesh. That big red button...... Well, I guess I don't need to explain that button.

"Good," I said. I tore the label off with my teeth, spit it to the side, and moved to the side of the door. "Can you open the door when I say go?" I asked.

Man your posts!

I grinned, pressed the trigger of the grenade with my thumb, and shouted. "Go!"

The door slipped open a crack. A pair of long black claws reached into the elevator, like a cat looking for a mouse in a hole.

I threw the explosives onto my claws and heard a dull sound coming from outside.

Please cover your ears. It's going to be very loud.

I covered my left ear with one hand and pressed myself against the wall. Boom... A sound...

The world is full of wails of pain, which grows like waves of pain and then disappears again. I covered one ear with my hand and crouched down to avoid the noise. Maybe it's not best to play with strange bombs. Hum!