In the consciousness space, Sun Zheng looked at the light screen that appeared on the big altar, and felt a little painful.

He speculated that this thing should be the operation center used by the main god to control the entire reincarnation space, but now there is no main god consciousness, which is equivalent to a computer without any software, and all functions need to be implemented manually.

After a while, he found that the altar could disassemble items at will, and then recraft anything he wanted from drawings and materials.

Dozens of long and short spears and various materials, most of which he used to break down with altars, and at the same time recorded some drawings.

Only then did the system database get rid of the embarrassment of a blank space.

With years of immersion in mechanical knowledge and network accumulation, he drew an improved version of the Sand Eagle drawing. When it was made, it was found that in addition to the materials, it was also necessary to pay ten kill points per stick to make it.

It's embarrassing that he killed eleven little devils and only gained a pitiful fifteen kill points.

I don't know what the algorithm is for this thing right now, but from experience, one can get at least a little bit of kill.

After several times of attrition during the experiment, only eight of the fifteen kill points were tossed.

Sun Zheng finally found the explanation page about his own situation, adjusted it, blocked those that were not used, and his attributes appeared on the light curtain in the form of data.

Sun Zheng: Mortal.

Life: 21 (predecessor bone age, Sun Zheng himself is in his thirties).

Strength: 28

Dexterity: 33

Constitution: 15

Intelligence: 12

Bloodline: Immortal, gluttonous.

Skills: Language proficiency (Chinese, English, French, Japanese). Accurate shooting, double knife slashing technique.

Kill Rating: 8

Immortal can understand that the gluttony should be related to the hunger after the injury.

I don't know how this bloodline came about, and it seems that you can get the energy of recovery through food.

As for several languages, the original Sun Zheng only had English to do, and the predecessor of this body had only learned a little introductory English and Japanese. But Deadpool is the elite mercenary of the Foreign Legion, English is the mother tongue, French is a basic skill, and he also learned Japanese in order to pick up girls, and now he is fused by Sun Zheng, which is an unexpected surprise.

The so-called precision shooting should have come from Deadpool's special forces career. And the double knife stream that operates with consciousness and kills all over the universe doesn't even have a serious name, but this is also in line with Deadpool's unreliable style.

Pouting, Sun Zheng submitted his favorite Tang knife blueprints and spent four kill points to make two. Another set of protective clothing and a back-stabbed scabbard were designed, and when the production was completed, 8 kill points were spent cleanly.

This is forcing me to kill people......

Changed into an all-black suit similar to Deadpool's shape, although he has an immortal body, he will still hurt if he is injured, so proper protection is still necessary.

Try to draw the knife from both shoulders, practice, the fusion of the control of the body and the sense of battle, the more the pair of Tang knives are used, the more comfortable they are.

I was having a good time, and suddenly I heard the sound of sizzling, and quietly sneaked over to see that it was a wild boar lying by the river drinking water.

The ingredients delivered to the door, what is polite about this.

With a flash step, the knife fell, and the wild boar didn't have time to react, and the pig's head rolled down the river, and blood sprayed far away from the mouth.

Sun Zheng dodged away in time, and no blood was splashed at all, which made him very relieved. There is no blood on the knife, produced by space, praise!

I took out the short knife, broke down the wild boar in a few strokes, put it on the fire, hummed a small tune and roasted it, which was delicious.

This is less than two miles away from the small village where he killed the team of little devils, and he stayed here and didn't go to Yangping Town to take revenge, in addition to planning and acting, he still wanted to get some more kill value.

No matter what, if a class of little devils is missing, they won't ignore it, as long as someone comes to investigate, it's another income.

Obsessed with kill value, it's not that Sun Zheng likes to be a pervert like Deadpool, it's just because he found a hard requirement in the consciousness space.

In the empty hall of reincarnation, there are countless portals, most of which are dim, and there are only two places where you can see the scenery behind the door, one is the bright sword world where you are now, and the other is obviously the world where you used to be.

But if you want to go back there, you need 10,000 killpoints to open the portal!

There's no way, in both worlds, I was killed by someone. The two sworn revenge have to be avenged, but now they can only take care of this side.

If you return to the original world, not to mention whether you will be rounded up by the whole world for killing people indiscriminately, I am afraid that I will not be able to pass this hurdle in my heart.

Fortunately, this world is the period when little devils invaded China, and the little devils all over the world are inexhaustible experience points.

Eating roast pork, consciousness sank into the space to check, unfortunately, chopping wild boars did not receive the kill value.

From this point of view, little devils are worth more than pigs.

Eat and drink to your heart's content and take in the rest of the barbecue.

I didn't see any movement at ten o'clock at night, and the little devil didn't react well.

I found a relatively hidden place and made a bunk, and the Japanese army's marching blanket was okay, and I could barely sleep.

Zhengxiang, who was sleeping in a daze, suddenly realized, got up with a grunt, and quietly observed, a few lights in the distance were flickering, and the car lights were moving.

Raise your wrist and look, at half past three in the morning, the little devil is still here!

It's normal to think about it, after all, communication is not developed. And the puppet army didn't dare to go back to report for fear of escaping responsibility, and when the little devils found out that a group of people had not returned to the camp, they would have to react a little time to come out to look for it.

Sun Zheng took advantage of the night to sneak quietly, and soon returned to the vicinity of the big tomb in the small village.

At this time, the little devils had already gathered several car lights to illuminate the dozen or so light pigs kneeling in front of the grave.

The little devils who held torches around the circle illuminated the area.

There was a roar, you can imagine the anger of the devils who led the team, but unfortunately, most of the villagers in the small village were killed by those beasts, and the others had already fled far away, and the little devils didn't know who to look for if they wanted to take revenge.

When the little devil confirmed the identity of the deceased, Sun Zheng also used the cover of night to find out the enemy's situation. This should be a full squad, at least fifty people, and a puppet army of about a dozen people.

The little devils wanted to collect the bodies of their comrades in anger, and those puppet soldiers had already found a comfortable gala, holding their guns and going to nap.

It was the little devils who died, but they were tired and came out to run errands, how could they not be resentful in their hearts.

Sun Zheng, who was hiding two hundred meters away, found a surprise at this time, his eyesight was completely unaffected by the night.

After thinking about it, he turned out a mirrored box in the space, which is also known as a barge gun. More than a dozen were seized from the hands of the puppet army, only this one was an original German shipment, and the others were imitations of the Taiyuan Arsenal.

Bang!

Under the light, one Japanese soldier fell in response, and the others instantly entered a state of imminent battle, most of them quickly crawled to find cover, looking for the enemy along the gunfire, and a few soldiers ran over to rescue the wounded.

And the puppet army, when they heard the gunshots, started to be ostriches one after another. Judging from this point alone, there is indeed a big gap between the tactical literacy of China and Japan.

In the uproar, Sun Zheng was a little disappointed, he couldn't get a headshot, no one died, and the killing point was not fished......

Sure enough, this kind of indoctrination skill still needs to be honed before it can be proficient.

The bolt was dialed to a fast-firing state, the gun body was flattened, and with a buckle machine, nineteen bullets were directly hit in a fan.

The Japanese soldiers suddenly flipped on their backs, and at least seven or eight people were shot and fell to the ground.

At the same time, the Japanese army also began to counterattack, and dozens of 38 big covers hit Sun Zheng's hiding place almost simultaneously.

Wipe! Sun Zheng, who quietly jumped away, was startled, these little devils are not simple, if they don't move the place, it is estimated that it will hurt a few times.

Put on a 38 big cover, raise your hand is a shot, bang! Under the firelight, a Japanese soldier was directly shot in the head.

The character of the little devil is not good, but the gun he made is really good. Under the lights, those devils are simply the perfect target.

Sun Zheng shoots a different place, and as soon as a gunshot sounds, there will inevitably be a devil who will be hit, either a headshot or a shot in the chest.

Sun Zheng, who quietly turned to the other direction, looked at the Japanese military officer who was roaring in the light, and raised his hand with a snicker, bang! One head was beaten to pieces, the supreme commander at the scene was sniped, and the rest of the Japanese troops fell into an inexplicable panic.

Soon, another officer who tried to organize a counterattack was killed by Sun Zheng again, and dozens of Japanese soldiers present completely lost their courage.

The sound of gunfire was chaotic, and several Japanese soldiers even fired their guns at the group of puppet soldiers.

Sun Zheng's continuous guerrilla style with a smile, his whereabouts are like the wind, he is haunted, and a single gunshot will take away a person's life.

By the time of the seventh reload, the devil had already been eliminated by more than half of him, and in a panic, he extinguished the torch and turned off the headlights.

However, in the darkness, the peace that the little devil was looking forward to did not come, but made it more convenient for Sun Zheng's sneak attack. There was a little devil who had a nervous breakdown and shot indiscriminately, and he actually hit Sun Zheng in the shoulder with shit luck, if he didn't have armor, it would definitely hurt.

Sun Zheng simply put away the gun and calmed down for a few minutes.

The mentality of those devils recovered, shouting for the puppet army to come out and investigate.

Sun Zheng drew a knife in his hand, stepped on the night, and quietly sneaked into the devil's position.

The thick clouds blocked the moonlight tightly, and the devils couldn't see it clearly, but Sun Zheng was not affected, he could see every grass and tree clearly, his steps were brisk, and the Tang knife in his hand was like a breeze, and he took away a piece of devils when he blew it gently.

After a while, the devil also noticed this terrible ghost, and there was another commotion. The still alive devil desperately threw down his weapon and ran away, trying to escape from this terrible ghost.

It's a pity that by this time, the overall situation had been decided, and Sun Zheng didn't say a word, chasing and killing them one by one in the night.

Half an hour later, Sun Zheng stood next to the corpse of the last devil who was cut down, looking at the puppet army from a distance.

When someone tried to escape, Sun Zheng raised his hand and shot it into the sky.

"Who dares to run?! See if your legs are fast, or my guns are fast! ”

As expected, the twenty or so puppet soldiers surrendered very happily. Under Sun Zheng's order, carefully light the torch and clean up the corpse of the little devil.

The custom is to strip the pigs and stack all the materials together.

Just when Sun Zheng was pondering how to make a fuss about the corpses of these devils, a tentative voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Meritorious? ”

Well? Sun Zheng's predecessor, the word made a contribution, this is an acquaintance?

Turning his head to look at the face under the torch, he was startled: "Fourth uncle? Then came a furious fury: "You actually became a traitor?!" ”