Don't provoke mentally ill people in the infinite flow genre!

[I can't believe it, friends! I'm already in a doomed game, and I'm still watching such a thrilling action movie? I'm so embarrassed, I'll just have to top up my account, consider it a movie ticket.]

[The aesthetics of violence, the pure aesthetics of violence!]

To be honest, I used to be a die-hard fan of Yi Zanglan. I loved watching her spout nonsense while acting out a series of dramatic scenes and leading her team through challenges—but because I watched her for so long, I almost forgot that this woman used to be a top assassin, from the same organization as Yin Canglang.

[Great gods are inherently two-sided, but I feel that Yi Zanglan is quite gentle most of the time, especially towards his own teammates. However, when he encounters Yin Canglang, his fierce side comes out. A young wolf's nature, a young wolf's nature.]

[Captains, besides killing people ruthlessly, don't you have any other ways to connect emotionally?]

……

Five minutes later, the train carriage was a scene of devastation, with thirteen corpses lying on the floor covered in blood.

Yi Zanglan bent down and picked up the purple silk scarf. She had originally asked Qin Shaoyu for it in case of emergency, but it turned out to be useful in luring the enemy.

Yin Canglang had just gouged out the eyes of a man in black with his bare hands, and sticky blood was dripping from his fingertips. She frowned and gestured.

"Give it to me, let me wipe it."

"No, this isn't suitable. I borrowed it from someone else." Yi Canglan stuffed the scarf back into her pocket. "Just use any clothes to wipe yourself."

"Stingy".

"...I didn't even say you were impolite." Yi Zanglan glanced at her. "Pack your things and take everything you can."

The empty suitcases in the front carriage came in handy, and the two of them searched the bodies one by one, stuffing all the guns and bullets carried by the group of men in black into them, along with several flashlights and a few tactical knives.

Of course, this also includes the leather suitcase containing the medicine that John brought.

The two had a good haul and left Hodge Station with their suitcases.

During the journey, Yi Zanglan glanced at the system interface and saw that the green bar representing his health was still full, while the red bar representing his alertness seemed to be slightly empty. Since there was no clear value, it was not noticeable unless you looked closely.

"I don't know what the player's infection progress is based on. It might be related to the continuous inhalation of air, or it might be that the alertness level decreases with each completed mission," she said. "Anyway, mine decreased a little."

Upon hearing this, Yin Canglang habitually touched the ruby ​​ring on the middle finger of her left hand, which was her mission receiver.

She looked down and clicked her tongue.

"My score has dropped quite a bit."

Yi Zanglan leaned closer in puzzlement and saw that a significant portion of the red bar for her alertness was empty, roughly estimated to be about one-tenth of its full capacity. He remained silent for a long while.

"...Is it convenient? Let me see your talent panel."

Yin Canglang casually shrugged and immediately switched the interface: "Go ahead and look."

Player [Yin Canglang]'s Talent Panel:

Mental strength :D

Insight: S-

Attack power: S

Agility: S-

Damage tolerance: S-

Luck level: D

Good, good, with D-level goalkeepers at the beginning and end, the antithesis is very neat.

Yi Zanglan rubbed his temples. He hadn't felt anything after the rampage, but now he was a little tired.

"You're pretty impressive, the whole panel only has two letters."

As expected, the situation was similar to her guess; the level of infection in this round was also closely related to the player's mental strength.

The lower one's mental strength, the faster the infection will occur; it's estimated that an energy injection will be needed soon.

Yin Canglang didn't seem to care at all, and pointed to her bracelet: "Let me take a look at yours too."

"Okay, let's see."

[Player [Yi Zanglan]'s Talent Panel:]

Mental Strength: S+

Insight: S+

Attack power: S-

Agility: A+

Damage tolerance: A+

Luck rating: B

"..."

Yin Canglang seemed not to have seen clearly, and carefully checked it again and again.

Pointing to the attack power and agility ratings, she asked incredulously, "Are these two values ​​so low? Is that reasonable?"

"I think it's already pretty good."

"That might be pretty good for an average person, but do you think I don't know your specific skill level? Even if you're not better than me, you should at least be on par with me, right?"

She then pointed to the damage tolerance level: "And this, it should be raised another level. How does the system assess it? You know, talent levels are linked to mechanics in many matches, and also to the judgment standards of player skills. You're at a disadvantage!"

Yi Zanglan thought back carefully: "So far, it seems I haven't suffered any losses. After all, level is one thing, but ability is still my own."

"So you're pretty optimistic?"

"You're already in the Doom Game, what's there to be upset about?" Yi Zanglan replied casually. "Take care of yourself first, Captain Yin. Your mental state is really too unstable."

"...Yeah, who's as stable as you?"

* * * * * *

Lacking suitable transportation, Jiang Ling, Jiang Yao, and Liang Tianci's trio initially had to walk to the mission location in the Eighth District.

But halfway through their journey, they found several bicycles in a garbage dump in a dilapidated alley. They were rideable, but extremely dirty and smelly.

Since they were in a hurry to get down to business, they didn't care about being dirty or smelly. The three of them each picked a bike with inflated tires, pinched their noses, and rode off like mad.

In comparison, Jiang Yao is a normal person, while Jiang Ling and Liang Tianci are like two crazy perpetual motion machines, their legs kicking out afterimages as they chase and compete with each other.

Even later, when Liang Tianci started to get tired, Jiang Ling remained radiant.

"You're not even waiting for your brother anymore, are you?" he said angrily. "What's so great about overtaking me on a beat-up bicycle?"

"I was just riding normally, Mr. Liang, you've misunderstood, haven't you?" Jiang Ling turned around, puzzled. "You're the one with poor stamina, riding too slowly, and you're blaming me for overtaking you?"

"..."

"Do you only train your upper body and not your lower body? Others have the advantage of being well-developed in all four areas, but you're only well-developed in two areas."

"..."

Normally, if anyone dared to provoke him like this, Liang Tianci would simply throw a punch to show them how developed his upper body was.

He didn't dare to fight the brother and sister. If he acted impulsively, he might be punished by Yi Zanglan when he got back, and then he would also have to take a punch from his own captain.

Tianci, calm down, there's no need to argue about this pointless win or loss.

He silently consoled himself with this thought.

He's not like Sheng Xiao's stupid dog, biting whoever the captain forbids. Even the stubborn Xun Zhou is now treating Black Wind Stronghold with courtesy. He needs to maintain a good image in the captain's mind.

"...Miss Jiang." Liang Tianci cleared his throat and tried to communicate with Jiang Ling in a serious tone, "I think there are still some meaningless misunderstandings between us, and I hope to make things clear with you."

Jiang Ling didn't stop pedaling at all: "Oh, what are you talking about?"

He sighed in frustration: "If it weren't for Sheng Xiao's stupidity, I wouldn't have even noticed that you were the last one to be hit in the doubles match! I was just in a hurry to finish it, and I would have punched whoever came next—hitting you was purely accidental, can we just forget about this grudge?"