Abnormal Doomsday Records

Chapter 5. You have a new "Dangdai" order, please process it in time

"Look, this is the life that people should live."

In a gunner's dormitory converted from a container at the edge of the mayor's compound, the naked Zhou Ke lay comfortably in a bathtub made from a discarded barrel.

The slightly scalding hot water covered his body, and the moment he closed his eyes, it seemed as if all his fatigue and desolation were washed away.

Zhou Ke had just had a short conversation with the seemingly ordinary but actually shrewd mayor Qiao Can. Not only did he get everything he needed, but he also got a sum of "life-saving money".

Although he didn't know what the purchasing power of the so-called "Consortium Coins" was in the Bad Land, when he saw the flash of heartache in Butler Li's eyes when he counted out the money and handed it to him, Zhou Ke knew that the money he wanted to buy his life might be enough to buy one or several lives in the Bad Land.

But none of this matters!

Don’t always think about what you have lost, think about what you will gain. This is the winner’s mindset.

While using hot water and rotten chicken soup to soothe his tired body and mind, Zhou Ke, leaning against the bucket, started thinking. This was the first opportunity he had in the past few days to think fully in a slightly safer place.

It’s not easy to come by.

Just for this little peace of mind, he was forced to kill Lao Wang and abolish the cuckold king Bad, adding several more blood debts in Slag Town.

Zhou Ke began to recall everything that happened a few days ago.

He vaguely remembered that he was driving on the highway. His driver happened to be on vacation that day and he had no travel plans. He didn't know why he wanted to go out fishing alone. Of course, for a financially independent person in his thirties, this hobby was harmless.

He saw the beautiful lake and a group of fishermen by the lake. He only needed to go through a tunnel to become one of that group of happy and contented people. Then he saw a dazzling white light flashing before his eyes.

Alas, good luck to you, my family.

Of course, this also fully proves that fishing is really harmful to health.

Of course Zhou Ke knew that the car accident was no accident.

But now he no longer wants to think about the twists and turns behind those things. After all, he has been thrown into another world, and what has happened is over. The most regrettable thing is that he doesn't know which little goblin will get the chance to use his huge fortune.

But thinking about it again, he had made a will in advance, and all his property would be donated if he died unexpectedly. Well, thinking of this, the corners of his mouth curled up and he couldn't help but want to see the painful expressions of those bastards when they saw this result.

It was clearly something that happened only a few days ago, but now it seems so distant as if it were a lifetime ago. As for the memories from the time he woke up in the evil land to the present, they are not important anymore.

It was nothing more than dragging my tired and unfamiliar body across the desolate and dangerous land, and entering the Taft Tavern when I was about to starve to death, that's all.

Thinking of this, Zhou Ke couldn't help but reach out and touch the back of his head.

In fact, he didn't lie to anyone, at least he didn't lie to Mr. Taft.

When he woke up, he found a rather horrible wound on the back of his head. He seriously suspected that this body had been pierced with a bullet before he "occupied" it. Or, there could be another more horrifying conclusion: something had broken through the brain of this body and crawled out.

But now the wound has healed and even the hair has grown out.

If it weren't for the dull pain in the back of his head, Zhou Ke would have thought it was just a nightmare.

He seriously suspected that the reason why he had consumed so much energy in the past few days was that his body was repairing the fatal wound. So, who did this body belong to? How did that unlucky guy end up with his body exposed in the wilderness?

The most important thing is, if someone killed him, then after they found out that he had "resurrected from the dead", would those people come and attack him again on the back of his head?
Um.
Zhou Ke let out a long sigh and silently wrote down the first thing he had to do among all the things he had to do at the moment: find a way to dig out the identity information of this body, find the murderer, and if possible, get rid of them!
Zhou Ke didn't feel any psychological burden about this decision.

In his previous life, he was able to work his way up from an ordinary family to financial freedom in his thirties not just because he was lucky. In order to earn his first pot of gold and continuously develop his network, for a period of time, he had the identity of a white glove just after he was discharged from the army.

He thought that he might not be a bad person, but he was definitely not a good person either.

However, due to the identity issue, there are currently no clues.

In the few days after arriving in Slag Town, he checked everything on him, and found nothing that could prove his identity except for the black device that looked like an iPad on his left arm. The device was locked tightly on his arm with a very special lock and could not be removed at all.

In fact, Zhou Ke suspected that this thing might explode if it was forcibly removed.

After all, after personally trying the energy-charging rifle that Boss Taft "gifted" him as a gift, he realized that the technology in this seemingly desolate wasteland world was a little more advanced than he had imagined.

The black device on his arm couldn't be turned on at all. Zhou Ke suspected that it was either out of power or needed to find the local network again to turn it on. Now he couldn't try either method and had to give up.

So what about other things besides this?

Don't even think about it.

I had just sold my body for clean food, decent clothes, and a hot shower.
Well, this statement sounds weird. Anyway, agreeing to become a "fighter" of Slag Town and participating in the "Final Festival" is my current "main task".

He was just a joke played by the silly boy Qiao Shan who was pretending to be cool. How could he not know the duties of a "fighter"?

Just from the name, you can tell that you have to go to a place similar to the Colosseum, fight and kill as a sacrifice in a ritual. If you are lucky, you can come back alive, but if you are unlucky, you will probably die there. Zhou Ke is very pessimistic and predicts that his luck on this trip will not be very good.

If this matter was really simple and respectable, Old Joe, the "powerful little lord of the bad land", would not have to worry so much about the issue of drawing lots.

"Each town will send out three fighters. I don't know what the other two fighters from Slag Town are like, but we will set out at noon tomorrow. I only have one night left to prepare."

Zhou Ke stretched his body and stood up from the bucket which was already extremely dirty. He picked up the cloth at hand and wiped his body, then picked up the "decent clothes" given by the mayor from the bedside.

He looked at the gray work shirt and jeans in front of him with some disdain. There were patches on them, although they were washed very clean.

How many years has it been since I last wore clothes like this?

Zhou Ke shook his head and tried to get rid of these negative emotions. In this difficult situation, the last thing he needed was these damn negative emotions.

He put on his clothes and put on his old boots.

Okay.

Good size and perfect for long walks.

Perhaps it is the environment of the Badlands that forces the wastelanders here to give up all the fancy things and tend to be extremely pragmatic in their clothing, just like everything else in their lives.

Mayor Qiao Can also gave one of his own coats, which was still a sturdy and durable workwear style with a fleece lining inside, so that the coat could be used as a sleeping bag at night. The temperature difference between day and night in this damn bad land can reach an astonishing 30 to 40 degrees. It would be very difficult to endure at night in the Gobi Desert without a fire and warm clothes.

After dressing up, he stood in front of the mirror in the container house. Looking at himself in the broken mirror, Zhou Ke couldn't help but reach out and touch this unfamiliar face.

A standard yellow man, with messy black hair, thin but not malnourished, and quite tender cheeks, at least much smoother and more tender than those of the wastelanders in the town. He could be called the "pretty boy" of the wasteland era.

He has a well-proportioned figure, long fingers, and is about 175-180cm tall, similar to his height in his previous life.

After careful observation, Zhou Ke discovered that the deep part of his pupils seemed to be a little different in color. This was not a big problem, as he had seen the eyes of all kinds of wastelanders along the way in the past few days.

Perhaps because of the existence of the "Moon of Fetal Movement" above his head, the probability of heterochromatic pupils appearing in the Badlands is very high. He has even seen wastelanders with horns on their heads. That is not a mutation, but the result of some kind of "biochemical transformation".

Judging from the fact that a loser like Lao Wang can become a biochemical warrior, this gene editing technology is not a mysterious technology in the Badlands, and it has even been abused.

He picked up a pair of scissors and began to trim his messy hair in front of the mirror, restoring his hairstyle to the dry, short, and messy style of his previous life. During this process, Zhou Ke touched the back of his neck, where there was a wound like a brand. He took off a piece of broken mirror and checked the back of his head and found that it was a standard eight-pointed star scar.

This birthmark-like unhealable scar is strange, and perhaps it is related to the past of this body.

"Mysteries, all mysteries. I have done nothing these days but collect mysteries! It's like a cat that has fallen into a ball of yarn hell. The worst part is that I can't even find a single thread. Ah, this feeling of scratching my head but not getting any useful information is really fascinating."

Zhou Ke threw the broken mirror aside and practiced his expressions in front of the mirror. After a few minutes, he looked at himself in the mirror with squinting eyes and a smile, and nodded with satisfaction. Although his face was different from before, the iconic squinting smile was still there, which was more or less a memory of the past.

He didn't know when and from whom he heard this sentence, "Everyone who smiles with squinting eyes is a monster." This was of course a joke, but Zhou Ke was willing to be a squinting monster. It was better than being a waste who smiled at everyone but was ignored.

This is the philosophy of life for this guy who will never be defeated by the continuous blows of life.

"Let's go out and walk around."

After taking care of his appearance, Zhou Ke turned around and fastened the belt with weapon slots around his waist. He inserted a black energy-charged pistol into the gun bag on his left. This was a "Wolverine" model short weapon. Its principle was the same as that of a rifle, but it was small in size and easy to carry, making it more advantageous in close combat.

Then he inserted Lao Wang's hunting knife on the right side, and finally wrapped the battery-powered rifle in a bag and carried it on his back.

He walked out of the door in a swagger. The gunman standing guard at the door was about to stop him, but he saw Zhou Ke casually took out a smallest-denomination consortium coin from his pocket and threw it to him, then walked away.

He never even looked at him during the whole process, as if the big boss was rewarding the gunman for the hard work of standing guard late at night.

"Damn it, a beggar who is about to die is pretending to be so arrogant!"

Shocked by Zhou Ke's "dominance", the gunman cursed viciously in a low voice, spat rudely, then bent down and picked up the slightly old consortium coin.

Hey, if money falls from the sky, don’t waste it.

Slag Town is not big, after all, there are only 700 people. It is night time, and after a day of hard work at the slag furnace, there is no one on the street except the sheriff, if this bumpy dirt road can really be called a "street".

Zhou Ke strolled to the Taff Tavern outside the town, which had suffered a "fire attack" before and was now being "rebuilt". Several waiters were commanded by old Taff to clean up debris and move things, while old Taff, who had a leg injury, sat on his wooden truck like the master, with a middle-aged woman serving him beside him.

Well, this should be the Cuckold King’s original wife, Ms. A Miao.

To be honest, it's not very beautiful, but don't be too demanding given the environment in Slag Town.

"I'm here to pay my debt."

Zhou Ke stepped forward and generously threw out all the consortium coins in his pocket, which made old Taft look surprised. He really didn't expect that Zhou Ke was a man of appearances and came to settle the account as soon as he got the money.

Yes, yes, there are not many young people with such good morals in this evil land.

But after counting the colorful bills, Boss Taft slapped his uninjured leg and cursed:
"Why the hell is it only three thousand eight? This amount of money can't even buy a gun barrel for Wolverine!"

"That's the money Old Joe gave me to buy my life. I'm giving it all to you."

Zhou Ke said this indifferently, and this one sentence stopped all of Old Taf's complaints, creating an awkward situation between the two men whose combined mental ages were over a hundred years old.

"Well, do you have anything good?"

In order to ease the embarrassment, Zhou Ke asked shamelessly:

"Just like these two guns, give them to me on credit first, and I'll pay you back when I come back."

"You're still thinking about coming back? I'm telling you, none of the fighters in the past few decades have ever come back alive! You're still thinking about buying on credit? You're just wishful thinking!"

Boss Taft cursed:
"You're just going to grab me here and pick me up, right? Are you still a human being?!"

“But I don’t know anyone else.”

Zhou Ke said with a look of pain on his face:
"Aren't you a hidden arms dealer? Just give me a little bit, and consider it a good deed. Besides, I think I can come back alive and bring you a 500% return on your investment! Do you remember the 'angel investment' I told you about last night?

Old Taf, you are my angel now. Although you look a little ugly, I can clearly see the warm wings behind you.

Since the sunk costs have been thrown in, why not consider it? I will treat you as an investor and give you half of all the profits. "

"The premise for me to make money is that you have to come back alive, and the current situation looks like a losing business no matter how you look at it."

Old Taft rolled his eyes, showing his capitalist arrogance, and waved his hands as if to drive away the plague god and said:

"Hurry up and leave. I've given you all the most valuable things I have on credit. I don't have any more!

But, I just heard that Miss Qiao Ya is going to the End Castle with you this time. Qiao Ya has always wanted to be the most powerful Badlands merchant. Although that girl's methods are still quite green, she has probably accumulated some good things after running around all these years.

If you can convince her, you might be able to get something useful in exchange. Hey! What are you doing? Stop picking my stuff!"

"Don't make any noise! I think I saw something very important."

Zhou Ke had already jumped into the pile of debris that had been moved out by the guys. He reached out and pulled out an old wire from the pile. Upon closer inspection, he found that it was a badly damaged antenna, but with a complete data connector extending from the bottom.

He blew away the dust on it, squinted his eyes, and without saying a word, inserted the thing into the interface of the shut-down black device on his left arm.

There is a slight click, perfect coupling.

"That thing is broken. It broke more than ten years ago."

Old Taf, supported by his mistress, came over to take a look and said with a sneer:
"Don't try. It won't turn on. I've already told you that there is no intelligent firewall entity in this damn place. All intelligent devices and machines have either been infected with the 'awakening disease' and gone crazy, or destroyed by the wastelanders.

We are not the capable civilized people in the city-state area. We are not protected by firewalls. Once we are infected by the awakening virus, we will attract those crazy killing machines in a minute.
What the hell!

It’s on! "

Amid the exclamation of Boss Taft, the device on Zhou Ke's left arm that had been shut down finally started up with a flickering screen, and the antenna that had been broken more than ten years ago actually started to crackle and try to open the broken top.

A "signal search" logo appeared on Zhou Ke's smart device. After a brief black screen, the program signal matching ended.

This thing is really activated.

"Ding"

Amid the mechanical reminder, Zhou Ke's face was illuminated by the light on the screen of the device in front of him.

"Personal intelligent assistant 'Wuneng' is here to serve you. Hello, user number three. This machine is collecting data about the surrounding environment and resetting the four-dimensional coordinates. The program will build a new personalized service platform for you. Please do not turn off the external signal device.

In addition, this attempt to boot up took a total of 8857 hours and 27 minutes!

Congratulations, your boot speed beats 0% of users of similar devices. Please smash the machine immediately to avoid embarrassing the previous user and the production line of the machine.

Tip again!

Personal assistant 'Wuneng' is your most caring work partner. Please do not mind the overly humanized personality setting of this machine. The occasional sharp tongue is to spur you to make better progress and fulfill your mission.

In addition, this machine is only responsible for providing suggestions and cannot guarantee that it can solve all the difficulties you are currently facing. When this machine is unable to provide any support other than help, please be sure to rely on your own wisdom, strength and courage to resolve the crisis at hand.

If you have any questions about this, please contact the previous user '小猪子不能飞' to file a complaint and modify the settings.

Friendly reminder, the previous user of this self-set ID has been offline for 9000 hours, and if nothing unexpected happens, it is likely to have been frozen.

This company deeply regrets this conclusion.”

"What?"

(End of this chapter)