Abnormal Doomsday Records

Chapter 3. Who wouldn’t wear a mask when applying for a job?

"Mayor! Something's happened to the mayor!"

The rapid shouting broke the tranquility of a mansion in the deepest part of Slag Town, just like an annoying crow's tactless cry in the night to disturb people's dreams. It was because Mayor Qiao Can, who was over fifty years old, had a good temper. If it happened in other strongholds in the Badlands, a servant who dared to make such noise in the middle of the night would have had his tongue cut off and ground into pieces to feed the two-headed cow.

That thing has four stomachs and eats everything, making it the perfect corpse collector after someone has done something bad.

The breathless guy pushed open the door of the mayor's mansion.

It is called a "mansion" in Slag Town, but it is actually a large, clean courtyard next to the most important slag furnace in the town. Several large containers that have been repaired repeatedly form a shelter outside the house. Thirty specially trained gunmen serve as private guards, and there are several rusty defense machines in the courtyard that are on night duty.

Compared to other people in the town, the mayor's quality of life is not much higher, but the security is indeed as good as it can be.

When being brought into the mayor's "study" by fully armed gunmen, the guy who came to report the news also saw the mayor's housekeeper chewing an energy bar next to him. The two must have been talking about something before.

As for Mayor Qiao Can, there is not much to say about him.

He was of average height, average build, and average face. His skin had not been much different from the slaves working in the slag furnace after living in the Badlands for many years. His cheeks would turn an unhealthy red when he breathed. It was said that this was a disease caused by inhaling too much waste gas.

If I have to say, the mayor, who always smiles and looks like a businessman, has a pair of sharp eyes that are very impressive. At least he is more imposing than those wastelanders with cloudy eyes in the town.

The sudden drop in temperature after nightfall made the fifty-something mayor put on a black shawl over his grey shirt that he found from somewhere. This shawl was made of hyena skin from the bad land and had a very good warmth-retaining effect. It could also withstand the piercing of ordinary swords at close range. Apart from the same bad design style as the cloak of the Mountain Eagle, it had basically no disadvantages.

"Mayor, something happened!"

The guy who rushed in shouted again.

"Asshole! The mayor is fine, I'm fine! You don't even know how to say something auspicious this late at night, tell me! What's wrong?"

Old Joe, whose important conversation was interrupted, looked at the servant in front of him with some impatience. If he was not mistaken, this flustered young man should be an apprentice under the town sheriff.

"Old Wang was killed!"

The young man did not dare to hide anything, and said in the loud voice of a wastelander:
"In Lao Taff's tavern, there was a stranger, who seemed to be a scavenger. He killed Lao Wang and held Lao Taff hostage. Master wanted to go drink tonight, but when he saw the tavern was closed, he knew something had happened inside. When he and his senior brother went to check, they were ambushed by that bastard, and I took advantage of the chaos to run away.

I swear!
Mayor, I saw Lao Wang's body, his head was smashed."

"Ok?"

After hearing this, Qiao Can stood up suddenly, and the housekeeper in white work clothes beside him also widened his eyes.

In Slag Town, down-and-out wastelanders like Lao Wang were never worthy of attention. As long as they had a cent of consortium coin in their pockets, they would try their best to have some fun, indulging themselves in bad industrial alcohol and those down-and-out bitches all day long. Maybe they once had great ambitions, but they were wiped out by the cold reality, leaving only a walking corpse.

Just like the weeds on the roadside, no need to bother with them.

One day they might die in an inexplicable fight, and the next day another identical guy would appear to fill their "ecological niche".

Slag Town has its own "industry". Although it cannot be said to be very prosperous, it maintains a good relationship with the two major forces nearby, Tiger State and Snake State, which makes this place orderly. Naturally, it is like a bright lamp in the gloomy and smelly ditch of the barren land, attracting moths from outside that have nowhere to go at any time.

But it's different now.

After Lao Wang drew the town's death lottery and became a "fighter", this guy became important.

Especially when the three fighters were about to set off for the Tiger State Territory to participate in the festival, it would be too late even for a temporary draw. Most importantly, even if the mayor had enough prestige in Slag Town, announcing a second draw to send people to their deaths would cause unnecessary unrest among the townspeople.

Slag Town seems to be as stable as a rock, but Old Joe knows how weak his "rule" is. Once there is trouble, those red-eyed bastards in the nearby towns will not miss the opportunity to eat their fill.

"What the hell! What kind of scavenger dared to kill my people?"

Qiao Can slammed the table, his sharp eyes wide open, and was ready to send his gunmen to solve the problem and shoot to death the bastard who dared to challenge the order of Slag Town.

It's just a human life. In the bad land, this is the cheapest answer among all the ways to solve the problem.

"slow!"

Just as the captain of the gunners was about to lead his men to solve the problem, the butler stretched out his hand to stop him, stuffed the last piece of the energy bar in his hand into his mouth, chewed it, and said to the mayor:
"He was an outsider, Old Joe. He had no connections in the town. No one would stand up for him. And the fact that he killed Old Wang shows that he is more powerful than that loser. Most importantly, we are short of one person.

As the old saying goes, if you kill someone, you must pay with your life, and if you owe someone a debt, you must pay it back. Since Lao Wang is dead, let the murderer take his share."

"Oh?"

Qiao Can immediately narrowed his eyes, nodded in less than a second, turned his head and said to his gunner captain:

"Okay, go ask that guy to come over, I'll talk to him."
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When putting on the red mask "gifted" by Lao Wang, Zhou Ke could clearly feel that something was "awakening" in his body.

It was like transitioning from a role-playing game to FPS mode, making him go from unfamiliar to familiar with these weird-looking wasteland guns in his hands. He had clearly woken up in this damn place for three days and had just killed the first bastard a few hours ago, but now his movements of setting up the gun and shooting at the window were as steady as an old dog.

Aim, lock, pull the trigger, shamelessly attack, blood flying, screams, all done in one go, this guy is so powerful that he can be called the number six in the world of cheats.

In addition to the years of military career in his "previous life", such superb archery skills are also due to the "combat knowledge" passed on to him by Lao Wang's bland memories through the strange red mask.

Do not!
It is not accurate to say so. The current state is more like "Old Wang possessed", allowing Zhou Ke to skillfully use all of Old Wang's skills with the help of the mask.

but
"This guy is such a loser!"

Zhou Ke rolled over to avoid the window that was being fired upon. Amid the flying bullets and the curses outside the door, he replaced the magazine on the rifle in his hand, which had almost worn out its rifling, and silently complained in his heart:
"I emptied a whole magazine before I shot down two people, and that was during a sneak attack. After all, he has been in the Badlands for so many years, his shooting accuracy is really amazing. No wonder even ordinary people like Old Taff look down on him.

Forget it. This mask gives me more of an adaptability to these strange firearms and the ferocity surging in my heart. If I really want to see my shooting skills, I'll have to do it myself.

Do you understand the value of winning first place every time in the shooting competition? "

"boom"

He was just about to change to another window to submit his "resume" when he suddenly heard a scream. Turning back, he saw Boss Taft, who was hiding behind the bar, leaning against the bar with his hands covering his legs and screaming. This made Zhou Ke squint his eyes.

The trajectory of this bullet is abnormal!

Logically speaking, all the fire outside the window was attracted to him, and Old Taf should have been safe, but bullets flew over from such a distance, and the other party was clearly shooting at him.

Zhou Ke asked in a hoarse voice:

"Your 'enemy' has taken action?"

"Yes, that guy, Chao!"

Boss Tafu is indeed a veteran who has gone through two reproductive months. He endured the pain while rummaging around on the bar counter, gritting his teeth and saying:

"That bastard Bud used to sell wine in the town. I came here and opened a tavern and stole his business. After he fell into poverty, he relied on his relationship with the previous captain of the gunners to become the mayor's bodyguard. We have never dealt with him well."

"Just for this?"

Zhou Ke asked:
"Even in this hellish place where human life is worthless, it's a bit outrageous to kill someone for such a trivial matter. That bullet was aimed at your head, to be honest!"

"Don't underestimate my business, okay? My tavern is the best place for entertainment within a radius of dozens of miles, and it makes a lot of money."

Old Taff grabbed an injection and gave himself an injection in the leg. His thick neck was shaking and his voice became sharp. Then his old face turned red and he sighed and said:

"Well, it's not just business. His wife is my... ahem, confidant."

"Then you really deserve it."

Zhou Ke cursed and said:
"Hide well. I'll try to snipe that guy down. Consider it as payment for the meal. Using these crappy guns really depends on luck. I have to take down at least two more before I can make them retreat."

"Ahem, come here! Come here quickly!"

Just as Zhou Ke was about to find an angle to shoot again, Boss Taft, who was hiding behind the bar, just stuck his head out and heard a bang. The cup on his bar exploded, causing him to retract his head again.

Looking at the situation outside, he knew that as long as Zhou Ke laid down his weapon tonight, he would most likely not die. But Bud was aiming at him outside. The guy who had been cuckolded for many years was now using the mentality of a wild beast to abuse his power for personal gain. He would not stop until he turned himself into a hornet's nest!

It's pitch dark here, and if I don't do something, I'm going to die here.

He shouted for Zhou Ke to come over, and after the latter rushed over with tactical moves, Old Taf no longer hid himself and opened the cargo box he had brought back in the afternoon, panting.

The top layer of food disguise was lifted, revealing the contents at the bottom of the box.

"Oh, Mr. Taft's background seems to be quite extraordinary. I knew you must have some side job!"

When Zhou Ke saw what was in the box, he threw away the fire poker in his hand.

There are two guns, one long and one short, hidden at the bottom of the shabby cargo box in front of me. Just by looking at the appearance, I can tell that they are completely different from the "battle-damaged" weapons picked up casually. Next to the two guns there is also a simple-looking long sword with a sheath.

He didn't hesitate and took out two guns.

He inserted the black pistol into the belt around his waist, picked up the assault rifle with the same paint job and inserted the rectangular magazine into it, and finally reached out for the sheathed long knife, but was held down by Boss Taft.

"This isn't for you!"

He was shot and his face was covered in sweat, but he rebuked with a firm look in his eyes:
"This is a high-frequency knight's sword specially made by Snake State! You can't use it since you are not a psychic. Two 'Wolverines' are enough for you. Remember to pay me after you use them, you bastard! I am so unlucky to meet you today." "Snake State?"

Zhou Ke raised his eyebrows and looked at the ordinary tavern owner in front of him, then glanced at the peculiarly shaped black assault rifle in his hand, and saw a cobra pattern wrapped around a sword on the handle.

In the conversation with Old Taff just now, he already knew that the Snake State was one of the three major camps of wastelanders. It was said to have monopolized the logistics of the entire Badland. It was a complex role that was equivalent to a mixture of ranger, caravan merchant, cowboy and bodyguard.

"Don't ask any more questions."

Old Taff leaned against the bar, panting, and whispered:

"These are not mine. I was just entrusted to deliver them to a person you absolutely cannot afford to offend. Now! Go and snipe Bard for me, but don't kill him."

"Ah? Will you kill me later if you keep the Green Hat King? I didn't realize you're such a kind person."

While Zhou Ke was getting familiar with this new weapon, which was completely different from all the guns he remembered, he complained with abnormal anger in his heart:

"I think it's better to kill it to be safe?"

"What do you know? Death in the evil land is the least of my punishments. I can only vent my anger by making him a cripple who has to rely on his wife for support."

Boss Taft gritted his teeth, a fierce look on his face, and said:
"Fuck it, I've been giving him three times the alcohol money every month for these years, and it's something that everyone knows about. But now he's taking advantage of the situation to kill me. Is that how you play it?

good good!
From now on, be intimate with A-Miao in front of him!

Anyway, Ah Miao also likes this, so I'll hire you, Zhou Ke, go break his legs for me now!"

"Which one?"

Zhou Ke asked, and Old Taf curled his lips and said:

"Break all three! The middle one might be a little difficult since the target is too small. Can you do it?"

"let me try."

Zhou Ke was crawling on the ground, looking for a shooting window when he heard Old Taf say to him from behind:
"The 'Wolverine' in your hand is a charge rifle, a high-end product from the Polis District. Have you used it before?"

"Explain it!"

Without even turning his head, he found a subtle shooting angle at the third window, opened the side sight of the Wolverine rifle and searched for the cuckolded King Bud on the opposite water tower.

“It means to store energy, literally!
Pulling the trigger will not trigger the bullet, it will only charge it. The bullet will be fired only when you release the trigger. The longer the charge, the faster the bullet speed, the stronger the penetration, the longer the range, and the straighter the trajectory.

The maximum charging time for single-shot sniper mode is three seconds, and it will not be automatically triggered. In semi-automatic breakthrough mode, it will charge constantly for 0.5 seconds and fire automatically. In full-automatic breakthrough mode, there is no charging. Anyway, that's what the Snake Knight who gave me the stuff said.

He said the damn thing in full auto mode is like a sprinkler, useless and a waste of bullets."

Old Taft shouted very quickly:

"The rest is the same as for ordinary rifles. Don't charge it for too long or it will burn out the energy storage cylinder. This precious thing is probably only repaired by the mechanics of the Eagle State in the Badlands. Don't damage it."

"Understand."

Zhou Ke took a deep breath and aimed at the top of the water tower more than 100 meters away in single-shot mode. Through the scope, he could even see the ugly face of the cuckold king Bad, which was twisted with jealousy and resentment. No wonder his wife A'mi wanted to hook up with Boss Taf, this face was good-looking enough to eat with.

"buzzing"

As Zhou Ke pulled the trigger, a buzzing charging sound rang out inside the rifle in his arms, making people wonder if the thing would explode in the next moment. However, the quality of things in the City-State District is guaranteed. After counting to three seconds, Zhou Ke heard the prompt that the rifle had completed charging.

The moment he released the trigger, the bullet whizzed into the darkness and hit the left leg of the Cuckold King who was standing and aiming in a straight line.

The latter fell down with a scream, but Zhou Ke did not change his position. He switched to semi-automatic mode and pulled the trigger without letting go. He fired twice within one second and hit the target again. The accelerated bullet was in a completely straight line, and there was no need to consider the influence of lead time and wind speed after the three points were in a straight line. The shooting feel was just like using cheats in the game, and there was no fun at all.

But in this kind of blind fight with swords and guns, it’s great!
Zhou Ke shrugged his shoulders, turned around and said to the eager-eyed old Taf:

"I'm sorry, the Cuckold King's two legs are broken, and his left arm is also broken, so, is this deal settled?"

"Hahahaha, that's great! It's over."

The old man, who had avenged his great vengeance, felt as refreshed as if he had taken a gulp of ice water on a hot summer day. He held the sheathed long knife in his arms while crawling and said to Zhou Ke:
"I'm going to run away, you, the sharpshooter, can handle the rest on your own! The gunner captain is a biochemical warrior just like Lao Wang, so be careful not to get into close combat with him, or you'll be killed by one punch. When you get some 'angel investment' from Lao Qiao, don't forget to pay me for the two guns.

Zhuo, I was planning to give it to Old Joe and sell it for a good price."

While complaining, he fled towards the back door of the bar like an oversized silkworm.

Without the threat of snipers, the escape was quite smooth. Almost just a few seconds after Boss Taft escaped, several black smoke bombs were thrown in through the broken windows, causing Zhou Ke, who had just knocked down the fourth person, to narrow his eyes.

broken!

The tactical quality and fighting will of the Badlands gunmen were much stronger than he had imagined. It was true that poor and bad places produced unruly people. According to normal logic, the next step after the tactical smoke blockade was.
"boom"

The tables and chairs piled at the door of the bar were blown apart by the explosives. In the thick smoke, Zhou Ke threw away the assault rifle in his hand and pulled out the same charged pistol and the hunting knife at his waist. The long gun was a burden in close combat.

Amidst the blazing flames and billowing smoke, a tall and cold-blooded captain rushed in wearing a gas mask and holding an electrified fighting stick. The moment the two men fought, Zhou Ke was knocked away.

He felt like he had been hit head-on by a rhinoceros and had at least two broken ribs. Not until he landed on the ground did he realize what the "biochemical warrior" that Old Taff had been reminding him of meant.

This thing is just like wielding a violent three-sword weapon in close combat!
The latter's body was obviously abnormally swollen, his muscles bulging almost to the point of bursting through his clothes, his bloodshot eyes could be seen through the gas mask, and his heavy breathing like a bull meant that this guy was extremely emotionally unstable at the moment. Perhaps it was because four of the ten people he brought were knocked down by Zhou Ke, which made him lose face.

To be honest, Zhou Ke was about to surrender at that moment. After all, it was not shameful for Guo Xiaosi to admit defeat when fighting Tyson in a boxing match.

But he suddenly remembered that Lao Wang, who was shot in the head by him, was also a biochemical warrior.

Although he is a fake, he should have all the abilities. Besides, I am also wearing his "mask". Logically, my golden finger should have copied all of Lao Wang's "skills".

Just give it a try, it doesn’t cost any money.

The captain didn't come out to take my life, otherwise the remaining six people would have rushed over and beaten him into a hornet's nest. When I handed in my "resume" just now, I didn't kill him, I just stopped at the right time.

Oh, except for the unlucky cuckold king.

Thinking of this, Zhou Ke immediately searched his mind for the memories of Lao Wang brought by the mask. At the moment when the angry captain grabbed him by the collar, he finally found the "mysterious little switch" in his memory.

"Ouch! I'm going to tear your head off and use it as a bowl!"

The newly-minted "Badland Pirate" roared, activating his skills.

Zhou Ke's eyes turned blood red. The moment the captain loosened his collar, he raised his head and hit the captain's forehead with a powerful headbutt.

With a bang, the confused captain shook his head and stepped back, and Zhou Ke, who fell to the ground, felt a sharp pain on his forehead as if his skull was shattered. However, the ignited emotions were like a fire, and the pain everywhere was like adding fuel to the fire, making him grin.

In the billowing smoke, the blood on his forehead looked like a battle mark, which made him no longer want to think. He howled at the gunner captain who stood up, and pounced on him with a hunting knife in his hand.

This thing is so fucking awesome!
It's like I drank ten bottles of Erguotou in one gulp. I'm so high now! ——
"What's going on in there?"

Outside the smoke-filled Taft Tavern, the captain's gunmen looked at each other in bewilderment.

They thought that the captain himself should be able to easily capture the hiding and ambush-taking Old Six, but the roaring sounds inside like two wild beasts fighting to the death made these guys feel that something was wrong.

They were not afraid that the captain would be killed. Mayor Qiao Can spent a lot of money to do biochemical transformation on the captain in Hubang, making the captain the most powerful biochemical warrior in the surrounding area. What they were afraid of was that the captain could not control his anger and tore that little brat to pieces. What should they do then?

That useless Lao Wang is dead, and we are missing a fighter. If that outsider Lao Liu is killed by the violent captain, won't the mayor have to draw lots again?

Although the chance is one in seven hundred, who would bet on the probability of "winning" in this situation? ! !
"How about we go in and take a look?"

A gunman with a shotgun asked the person next to him, and the others immediately shook their heads.

The damn captain is going berserk in there. The killing mad captain doesn't recognize any relatives. Whoever wants to go can go, but I won't go!
"What are you doing here?"

At this moment, a hoarse and low voice sounded from behind. Everyone turned around and saw a tall figure walking quickly towards them. He was wearing a long robe to cover his body like a desert man, but he carried a long-handled sword on his back.

When they saw this guy, the gunmen immediately surrounded him as if they had been pardoned.

"Boss Ohm, something happened in there!"

These guys told the story. The one called "Ohm" frowned immediately, turned around to look at the young girl who was chasing after him, and the gunmen immediately bowed to the big-eyed girl.

"Xiaoya, stay here. I'll go in and take a look."

Boss Ohm said something, and Qiao Ya, the "big lady" of the town, nodded immediately. She watched with some curiosity as Uncle Ohm started to move around the green light and rushed into the smoky tavern like the wind. Then there were the sounds of fists hitting flesh and strange cries of "Don't hit my face".

Two minutes later, Uncle Ohm strode out, holding the unconscious captain and Zhou Ke in each hand. The gunmen made a lot of noise, and then looked at Uncle Ohm as if he were a god.

A strong person in the sublimated state is indeed so terrifying.

(End of this chapter)