The description looks like a skill in a certain game. Anyway, the passive of getting bigger gives Zhang San a powerful body!

The muscles on the Peacemaker's body look intimidating, but in a real competition of strength, Zhang San would definitely win.

The first physical growth allowed him to gain the muscles of a bodybuilder, and the second physical growth allowed his strength and everything related to his body to double.

That’s about ten times that of normal humans…

In addition to these two passive skills, another guarantee is what Zhang San mentioned to Chris before.

A villa from some green icon simulation game.

Zhang San can pay money to add furniture to the empty villa, and he can also change the internal structure.

This villa does not require external electricity or water at all, and its own circulation system can ensure that the people in the house can live well even in the end of the world.

Moreover, its defense is almost invincible. There is no way to enter this villa except asking Zhang San for authorization.

The seemingly fragile glass can actually resist anything that attacks it. Zhang San, who lives in this kind of villa, only has to worry about whether someone will peek through the glass while he is swimming.

As his master and friend, the vigilante moved into the villa without hesitation, saying that he wanted to supervise Zhang San's training.

Now that only Chris has not joined the evil-killing team, the villa can be used not only as a home, but also as a base.

Although he has so many good things, Zhang San doesn't think he can jump.

Even if you eat black and fight black, you are still within your own area.

Because he understands how dangerous the world he lives in is.

This is the fucking DC universe, a world with Superman and Darkseid!

When gods fight, mortals suffer disaster!

Unless Zhang San becomes a powerful muscular man who kills demons like chickens like the Doom Slayer, he plans to be a police officer in this small place for the rest of his life.

In fact, being a police officer is quite good.

You only have a few days to work, and you will be on administrative leave if you shoot.

After pressing all the boxed bullets into the magazine, Zhang San walked out of the police station carrying the fully equipped AR.

Ding bell~

Riding on his all-terrain bicycle, Zhang San began his patrol mission.

"Officer Zhang is at work today?"

"Vacation is over."

"Officer Zhang, how have you considered what I told you last time?"

"I thought about it after I went back, and I still think my age is not right."

"Officer Zhang, please come to my house for dinner when you have time! My girl always likes you."

"Okay, I'll definitely go when I have time!"

The citizens on the street greeted him very warmly, and Zhang San also went back one by one.

He rode into a special area. The community with a nice environment looked very nice, but the people living in this area were troublemakers.

The American flag hanging upside down outside a yard speaks volumes, and the yard belongs to none other than Chris's father.

Augustus Ranson Smith.

Zhang San affectionately called him Mr. Smith, because he couldn't remember all the long names of foreigners.

Seeing Chris squatting in his father's garage holding his eagle just like in the scene in his memory, Zhang San coughed twice.

Chris turned his head when he heard the noise, and then invited him to come in and sit.

"Yingying has gained weight."

After touching the eagle's head, Zhang San took out a bag of potato chips from his pocket.

After a while…

Zhang San, who was sitting next to Smith and Chris, felt that the atmosphere in the room was very depressing.

Since he had been laughed at by his old friend before, Chris did not mention the fear of rats in blood sports in front of his father.

"Zhang San, has the crime rate among black men increased again recently?"

An interrogating tone came out of Smith's mouth, and Zhang San, who knew that he was super racist, nodded:

"Their crime rate has increased by more than half this month, but now the police department can still suppress them."

"I have already suggested to your director that all black skins should be sent to where they should go, and whoever lets them in should be sent there!"

Smith felt very unhappy when talking about this matter. In his opinion, these black men who only commit crimes should be buried in the ground to promote the growth of vegetables!

Instead of letting them form gangs everywhere and harm social order!

"Why don't you get a big gun of your own?"

Seeing the full ar next to Zhang Sanfang and the fn5.7 on his waist, Smith was a little dissatisfied.

This kind of firepower is too weak, even those selling powder on the black market are better than this.

"The police department has no budget, this is the best..."

Zhang San was helpless. He also wanted better firepower, but he didn't have the conditions.

The monthly salary is just that little, so even if I can make extra money, I still have to keep the cards to change my life.

He has no spare money to buy his own superhero equipment.

If he could, he really wanted to replace all the junk skill props that pollute the card drawing pool with super weapons from science fiction movies!

"I can help you build a weapon, but you have to find the materials yourself."

"I have the materials!"

It was very rare that Smith, who was usually too lazy to go out because of trouble, would actually take the initiative to help Zhang San build a weapon.

This is a rare opportunity. Zhang San knows that this uncle’s skills are very impressive.

He had wanted to ask Smith for help before, but the man's personality was not so easy to get along with, so Zhang San never spoke.

Now that I have the chance, I will definitely die!

Then he took out a few pieces of metal stored in his warehouse and introduced them:

"This is vibranium, which can absorb and reflect energy. This is Adamantium alloy, which is very hard..."

"What kind of weapon do you want?"

Smith checked several pieces of special metal on the table and asked after confirming that they were all good things.

Zhang San thought for a while and then expressed his idea for the transforming gun.

He hopes that his weapon can transform from a pistol to a spray gun, and then also have the form of a rifle and a sniper rifle.

After hearing his description, Smith's expression remained unchanged, but his hand pushed the material back: "You should go to Dr. Fate, maybe you can do it with his magic."

Zhang San didn't know why and looked confused.

"The materials you gave me are not enough to fulfill your fantasy. I can only make you a fixed-form weapon."

He, Smith, is just a technical person, not some magical monster that can copy items.

Zhang San is a little helpless, because his inventory is only so small, there is nothing he can do...
Chapter completed!