Mechanic endlessly amassing troops in the apocalypse

A cloud of blood mist exploded from the dreadlock's wrist holding the gun, and the weapon fell from his hand.

He screamed and fell to the ground.

"Don't kill me... I'll do anything..." The pleas for mercy came to an abrupt halt. The mechanical cat had somehow circled behind him, its alloy tail blade piercing his nape with precision, like a scorpion's sting.

[Kill target, experience points +300]

The experience gained from killing apprentice-level psionicists is far greater than that from killing ordinary zombies.

"Who...who exactly are you?!" Black Wolf lay on the ground, panting heavily, staring at Li Fei with horrified eyes.

Li Fei's uncanny explosive power is comparable to that of a first-tier gun-wielding mechanic. What's even more surprising is that he also possesses mechanical creations that are only available to legion-type mechanics!

How could one person possibly have so much time to learn so much knowledge? Is he a hidden genius cultivated by some powerful force? Or does he possess some kind of supreme treasure?

He simply couldn't understand it.

Li Fei glanced at him, not intending to leave him alive. He slowly raised the muzzle of his gun, ready to finish off Black Wolf.

Seeing this, Black Wolf was unwilling to sit idly by and wait for his death, so he roared.

"Drink!" A fierce white light shone from his body, temporarily suppressing the bleeding from his wounds. Then, he pushed off with his feet, cracking the ground, and shot towards the mechanical cat like a cannonball.

however--

"Idiot." Li Fei's lips curled into a mocking smile.

Just as the black wolf's claws were about to smash the mechanical cat's head, the mechanical cat's dark red optical sensors suddenly lit up with a blinding red light.

[High-voltage electric shock module activated!]

Crack!

A dazzling blue arc of electricity exploded on the mechanical cat's body, instantly conducting to the right palm that Black Wolf had touched, and then engulfing his entire body! Black Wolf convulsed violently, and his pouncing movements became completely deformed and stiff.

If Black Wolf were at his peak, this level of electric shock would only cause him a slight jolt, but unfortunately, he is currently severely injured.

Although the paralysis lasts for less than a second, it is enough for a hunter waiting for the right moment.

"Whoosh—"

The mechanical cat had already flashed behind the black wolf.

The raid and elimination operation has been initiated.

Its claws formed a blur, tearing the black wolf to shreds.

However, this attack also consumed nearly 50% of its power.

Li Fei didn't let this opportunity slip by. He raised his gun and fired two shots at the man in the suit's chest, then fired another shot at his head.

Two shots to the body and one to the head; even a holy sorcerer couldn't save him.

[Defeat a Tier 1 Martial Arts Master, experience points +2000]

[Defeat a higher-level opponent, and receive an additional 1000 experience points]

The mechanical cat landed lightly, and the red light in its eyes gradually faded.

"Hoo..." Li Fei slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and put away the weapon, whose muzzle was still warm.

Wow, that's strong. Fighting someone of a higher level is definitely too dangerous.

If his opponent hadn't been careless, he would have suffered a crushing defeat even if he wanted to win.

However, the rewards were also substantial, with a total of over three thousand experience points earned, proving that crisis and opportunity truly coexist.

The sky was already turning gray.

The sandstorm had quietly subsided. In the dim light of dawn, the scattered corpses and the chaotic battlefield around the repair shop stood out starkly.

Li Fei rubbed his throbbing temples.

After committing murder, you still have to collect the body...

He glanced at the smartwatch.

Time is running out. The temporary worker assessment is about to begin.

We must speed things up.

Collect the weapons from their bodies and bury the bodies simply.

After finishing all that, Li Fei checked the time, quickly stuffed the mechanical cat into his backpack, grabbed his gun, and hurried off.

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Early morning, N7 settlement, police station rest area.

"Ace-Flush!" A long-haired young man with a headband slammed two cards onto the table with an exaggerated expression.

Across from him, a white man in a sharp suit with meticulously combed hair stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief: "Fuck! This is impossible! How can you still have an ace?!" He turned to another somewhat flustered young man at the table, "Zhe! Do you have another ace in your hand? Let me see."

Chen Zhe froze, secretly glancing at Meng Nan who was winking at him, and awkwardly remained silent.

"Hey, Smith!" the headband-wearing youth immediately raised his voice, looking indignant as if he'd been slandered. "I play cards with skill and luck, Smith, don't you dare make baseless accusations!"

"I want to see the cards!" Smith persisted, pointing at the deck of cards and speaking in an awkward accent.

Meng Nan jumped up and slammed his hand on the table, making several cups clang loudly: "Smith! I think you're looking down on me!"

Seeing the tense atmosphere, Chen Zhe quickly stood up to smooth things over, his voice trembling slightly: "Don't, don't argue, you two... This... this round is on me, I'll pay, I'll pay..."

"Hmph!" Smith snorted coldly, straightened his suit collar, and said, "I'll let it go for Zhe's sake." Then, he leisurely returned to the sofa to rest.

"Tch, can't accept defeat," Meng Nan scoffed, his face full of disdain.

He then turned around, put his arm around Chen Zhe's shoulder, and casually took the banknotes Chen Zhe had just taken out and stuffed them into his pocket. "Tsk, I still prefer playing with you. You can afford to lose. Don't worry, I won't lose to you for nothing. Tonight, after the selection is over, I'll take you out for a nice meal. Let me tell you, there's a restaurant that has really good grilled pineapple."

Chen Zhe felt a little uncomfortable being hugged and tried to politely decline, "Brother Meng Nan, I... I think I'll pass. I still have to write a work summary tonight..."

"Hey, don't be such a spoilsport, there's always work to be done."

At this moment, in the lounge by the window, a man on the sofa is holding up a copy of the "Settlement Town Daily Briefing," his face completely obscured, with only his cowboy hat visible.

It was Sheriff Lawrence.

On the other side was Song Yu, dressed in a standard law enforcement suit. Her well-tailored suit skirt, black stockings, and high heels accentuated her slender and beautiful figure.

Looking at Meng Nan and Chen Zhe, Song Yu's slender eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Captain Lawrence," she began, her voice cold, "is the atmosphere in your police station a bit strained? How come there are veteran officers bullying new recruits? That's not something the company wants to see."

Lawrence slowly put down his newspaper, looked Song Yu up and down with great interest, and then said, "Deacon Song, our small town is not like the city. If we want to gain a foothold, we can't be too honest. The higher-ups are aware of this situation. We need to know how to be flexible. I hope you can understand."

Song Yu pushed up his glasses; the other person's meaning was clear: city folks should mind their own business.

She glanced at Lawrence and said, "I really can't interfere in what happens in your department. But I wonder if I can interfere with this matter of staffing quotas?"

Lawrence raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "You jest, Deacon. You've come all the way to our remote and impoverished village to conduct the assessment, haven't you?"

Song Yu sneered, "I wouldn't dare. I've heard that you, Captain Lawrence, can just send anyone in whenever you want?"

Lawrence had anticipated that Song Yu would ask this question. Everyone in the company was like that, with a ton of rules and regulations, and you couldn't get anything done without bribing them.

However, Lawrence had no intention of compromising today. "Deacon Song, are you referring to Li Fei?"

Song Yu neither agreed nor disagreed.

Lawrence continued, "That kid's got talent."