My own war game

Chapter 60 Christine's Sketch Pen

The real world, an alley in a suburban town in California.

"Hot, hot, hot! So hot!!"

He Chi turned over and sat up. When he looked up, he found himself in a dark alley again. The raging flames around him had disappeared.

"Damn! I calculated the time a few seconds too late and almost got roasted over there. I must never do such a risky thing next time." He Zhi stood up and patted the non-existent flames on his body while muttering.

[Copy: Roses on the Somme] Mission completed and settlement begins.

"Successfully prevent the German army from occupying Rose Manor before July 7, and get a basic reward of two gold coins. Kill 14 German soldiers in total, and get a reward of 32 silver coins. Get the title: Tank Killer (Elementary). When facing an armored unit, the player has a chance to discover its individual weaknesses. The more armored units the player destroys, the higher the chance will be."

[Temporary Mission: Cut off the Devil's Horn] Completed, all player's income will be doubled, and one item in the dungeon will be randomly given.

The number of coins in the visual field skyrocketed and was about to break through the mark of 5 gold coins. He Chi thought about it and directly transformed a gold coin into life. After all, it was almost broken in more than ten hours last time, which was really scary.

The discomfort in his head disappeared instantly, and his mental state was better than ever.

After a few simple stretches, He Chi prepared to go back to the villa. However, as soon as he stood up, he found a pointy object in his coat pocket. He pulled it out and discovered that it was the sketch pen that Christine had given him.

“Item obtained: Shorthand pen. Description: Christine’s beloved shorthand pen, which has been with her all year round. As a shorthand pen with integrity, she only records the most objective things.

Features: Real records, the shorthand pen will automatically record the characteristics of the items that the player is familiar with, and write them down when the player needs them. The level of detail of the writing is related to the player's level of mastery of the items. "

This thing...

Since the system calls itself a player, this should be the so-called prop. However, He Chi is not sure what it is used for. After all, judging from the description alone, it is not a great thing.

He Chi put away the stenographer and walked out of the alley. At this time, he found that he was still not far from the Blue Eyed Baby Dance Club.

The phone vibrated and the number on it was Sandra.

"Why were you so mad just now!" He Chi could imagine the angry look on the other side even through the phone.

He remembered that before entering the copy, he pressed the tip of his pen against the Mexican dancer's chin.

"I just felt a little uncomfortable. I'm much better now. What's the matter?" He Chi made up an excuse. The relationship between the two parties was not good, so he had no intention of apologizing.

"Humph!" The man on the other side first snorted to express his dissatisfaction, then took a deep breath and got to the point. "It looks like you succeeded. The magician is now in a stable state. The boss is very satisfied with your performance and will double your reward this time."

Huh? Do you have any money left?

Wait, I think I did say before that the "lawyer" told me to make a deal with him.

It was only at this time that He Chi remembered that he should pay for his medical treatment.

How many are there? He Chi wanted to ask, but wouldn't that make him seem like an outsider?
"Also, the boss said that he recognizes your ability and will help the person who has been targeting you recently. At the same time, he will nominate you to inherit the position of doctor in the organization. Something may be delivered to you in the next two days."

"You got something for me? What?"

"You'll know when the time comes." The Mexican dancer hung up the phone.

He Chi looked at his phone, which had been turned off, and shook his head. Then he found his old Ford in the corner. He got in the car, started the engine, played music, and drove the old Ford car onto the road in the town.

It was 5:30 in the afternoon and the sun had already set. Rows of valley oaks and gray pines were planted on both sides of the road. As it was close to the coastline, some migratory birds flew by from time to time.

Listening to the old and somewhat outdated music, He Chi actually felt unprecedented comfort.

There are some things that you only know how to cherish once you lose them.

There are some things that you will only truly hate after experiencing them.

There was no endless sound of machine guns, no grenades flying in the sky, and no various corpses. There was no need to worry about stray bullets suddenly fired in the dark night. He Chi enjoyed the peaceful feeling now.

It is no exaggeration to say that even the unusual noises inside the car now sound somewhat wonderful.

Wait, there's a strange noise in the car?!

When He Chi came to his senses, he found that his old Ford car began to shake abnormally, and a rattling sound came from the gearbox.

"I take back what I said just now. The noise from the car body is terrible, it's the same at all times." He Chi complained, then turned the steering wheel and drove the car into a small road.

The broken Ford hummed and hummed, and finally made it to a small car shop, then it groaned and lay still.

He Chi got out of the car and looked at the sign above. It was an exaggerated punk style "Duke Racing Modification"

"West! Are you there?" He Chi shouted inside.

"Hey, look who's here! My handsome Asian client!" A thin white man covered in motor oil came out and staggered out to hug He Chi.

"How is the little beauty I gave you? Cars of that shape are rare now. Maybe in a few years it can even participate in classic car competitions. To be honest, I lost a lot of money when I asked you for 4,000 yuan..." Skinny West started chattering without waiting for He Chi to speak. He couldn't stop at all and seemed abnormally excited.

He Chi sniffed and took a few steps back. His disciple's talent was activated and he smelled the scent of hallucinogens.

Not wanting to get involved too much with this guy, He Chi pointed outside the gate and said, "West, the little beauty you sold me is throwing a tantrum again. Stop at the door now."

"Oh my god, what a pity, but it doesn't matter, I know her very well, better than my girlfriend. Just wait a moment, I can handle it quickly." West shook his head, slowly stood up and walked out.

The thin man picked up the tools in his hand, went outside, and reached out to open the engine cover.

"Wait a minute," He Chi held the other person's hand, "West, you should quote a price first."

"Hey, He, you still don't trust us? This must be the lowest price in the whole of California."

He Chi said vigilantly, "Last time you asked me for three hundred yuan without doing anything."

"My friend, there are labor costs for testing. Or you can write a list and tell me where the problem is and I will repair it directly, which can save you a lot." West shrugged his shoulders and said, as if he had you in his hands.

"You guy..." He Chi was halfway through his words when he suddenly remembered a possibility.

"Maybe I can try."

(End of this chapter)