Jill didn't quite understand what Chen Mo said, but she had already figured out the demon-hunting journey that the other party was about to embark on, so she politely asked Chen Mo if he wanted to come and sit in her tent.
Then Chen Mo struggled for a long time and decided to ask Leon for his opinion, but the camp was too big. Chen Mo walked around the camp several times and still couldn't find Leon's tent, which was right opposite him. Instead, he accidentally walked into Jill's tent.
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Chen Mo, who realized something was wrong, wanted to leave, but as a weak man with no strength, how could he escape? He could only hold back his tears and let the other party do whatever he wanted.
"You just lie there and let me move?"
Jill, who was sitting on top, was very dissatisfied and slapped her face. This guy walked into the girl's room in the middle of the night and lay down on the bed without saying a word. He just lay down and put his hands behind his head.
"Isn't this convenient for you to do whatever you want!"
Then Chen Mo saw the other party's malicious smile.
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Chen Mo stared blankly at the top of the tent, his mouth slightly open, like an eighty-year-old demented old man.
"I'm determined to die today!"
Seeing that Gill was about to mount his horse again after replenishing his fluids, Chen Mo looked at the white fish belly outside the window, and then struggled to get up, but this time he was really powerless.
What was I going to do last night?
Chen Mo, whose mind was blank, could not remember what he was going to do. He only knew that his back was sore, his legs were shaking, he was dizzy, his hands were weak, and he was dizzy.
Fortunately, Uncle Sam saved Chen Mo in the end, because he brought back technicians and electromagnetic guns from Raccoon City, and the presidential envoy from the White House. A chubby middle-aged man felt that the CIA needed such talents.
"But I want to go to the IRS (U.S. Internal Revenue Service)!"
"The IRS does not have the freedom of the CIA!"
"But the IRS can tax taxes by force!"
The presidential envoy immediately became happy.
“Who do you want to tax?”
"Whoever has the money can conscript whom?"
"Mr. Cerente, that's not the case. We in the United States are a social democracy governed by the rule of law!"
The presidential envoy couldn't help but shudder when he thought of Chen Mo bursting into the house of a Wall Street tycoon and shooting wildly.
Although the US military has not officially entered Raccoon City, they already have an understanding of Chen Mo's combat effectiveness. They killed thousands of infected people in Raccoon City without changing their attitude, and they also shot their heads with gunshots. This can no longer be described as a pervert!
Such people must be quickly included in the law enforcement team, otherwise there will be endless trouble!
However, seeing that Chen Mo was resolute, the envoy was not in a hurry. People always have weaknesses. As long as the cards are played correctly, the result will be natural! Anyway, Chen Mo is in the camp and will not be able to escape for a while.
However, Chen Mo recommended Leon and Jill, and also suggested the establishment of an international organization to oppose the Resident Evil crisis, and shamelessly directly leaked the general information about Miranda, the villain of Resident Evil 8.
I don’t know if Madam would have survived meeting hundreds of American soldiers.
After resting at the special envoy's place for a whole day, when Chen Mo left, the special envoy was kind enough to give him some small pills. Although Chen Mo wanted to express that I was still young and had no health problems at all, he couldn't resist the special envoy's force and could not resist his kindness.
Just stuff things into your pockets.
There is a saying that people cannot be compared with each other. When I was in college, Chen Mo, a rich senior who was 1.7 meters tall and 322434 inches tall, could beat two people one at a time. But in Gill, this didn’t work at all. The former was just a dead end that she developed in the gym.
, but the latter is a tomboy who has been hard-earned through rigorous training. As for Chen Mo, except for his marksmanship, he is no different from ordinary young people in society. He is just more handsome than Keanu and Jude Law.
After many efforts, Chen Mo finally took back the initiative the next night, and was able to have a post-event smoke like many senior bosses.
"If you smoke again, I won't sleep anymore!"
"No more smoking, no more smoking!"
Chen Mo sneered, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. When will we boys stand up? What, we can't stand up in this life? I'll give you a punch, you useless thing!
Chen Mo returned to his tent and lay down on the bed. This time he could finally take a good look at his settlement.
But before he saw the experience calculation, Chen Mo was very angry at the big words in the health column.
Health value: 100% (weak state)
What does it mean to be weak? What does it mean to be extremely weak?
The health value was evaluated based on Chen Mo's comprehensive body value, which 100% showed that he was in better health. The angrily Chen Mo stopped paying attention, and then checked the results of his mission.
The system also has its own levels. Chen Mo's level before coming to Raccoon City was level 11. The experience required for each level of the system will increase by one thousand. He rescued nearly 30,000 people in Raccoon City and killed thousands of zombies.
The calculated experience is the sum of the two numbers, which is 30,000. Killing the tracker and William Birken gave him 20,000 experience points, and the 50,000 experience points allowed him to reach level 15.
Although the bonus brought by the upgrade is not obvious enough, Chen Mo can feel that his comprehensive attributes are being comprehensively improved. If he does not have a level limit, if he adds more hexagons like this, he might really be able to rival the gods, but those who are too
Yuanyuan, Chen Mo only set a small goal for himself, just to reach level 8,000.
To Chen Mo's surprise, the tracker provided him with a passive skill, but this skill was a bit strange.
[Iron Skin]: Your toughness is greatly improved, your endurance is greatly increased, and your body's recovery speed is greatly increased.
As a veteran warrior and footman, Chen Mo is familiar with similar skills, but shouldn't this skill be for warriors and tanks? Why would I, a gunner, have this?
Is it possible that just like the melee mage who starts with Sword Master Storm and then uses the violent jumping guillotine, the meat gunner also has an unknown path?
But how to calculate this toughness? How many bullets can you withstand? Or can you take a 125mm armor-piercing bullet in the face? And Ironhide has the same proficiency as Death Eye. You can upgrade it when it reaches a certain value, but the proficiency of Death Eye can be obtained through combat.
To grow, how will the iron one grow? Will it be beaten?
Do you want to try a .22-inch small-caliber bullet? Now take one shot every day to practice. After a month, maybe you can upgrade to a .38-inch revolver bullet.
But thinking about the scene of getting up and giving himself a shot every day, Chen Mo felt that if he was a sane person, he would not do such an abnormal thing.
But after all, this can be regarded as his second skill. Although the effect is not very obvious, it is better than nothing, because you don’t know when you will get the skill next time!