MTL - Galactic Dark Net-Chapter 30 Base is dangerous
The dark net is really a lawless place!
When Han Lang left the virtual warehouse and returned to the room, his heart was filled with emotion.
The people who set up the death broadcast obviously did not put the galaxy convention in their eyes. The original Han wave thought that those illegal drugs and slaves, the arms trade was already a darker trading on the dark network. Now that they have seen the battlefield of flesh and blood, Han Lang suddenly realized that the original The dark net is never as simple as it seems at first glance.
Han Lang would like to discuss with Zong Wudao about the live broadcast of death, but he still resisted.
Although Han Lang’s voice is called Zong Wudao’s teacher, Zong Wudao has never been a true teacher of Han Lang, but a name that means closeness.
Han Lang was afraid of angering him. After all, it is not easy to have such an inscrutable alien to help himself. If it is not Zong Wudao, Han Lang may not be able to reach the deeper darkness of the dark network for a lifetime. world.
"Zong Wudao said that the live broadcast of death is the second layer of the dark network. Will there be a third layer?" Han Lang was very interested in thinking.
Shaking his head, Han Lang was delayed for a long time in the live broadcast of death. Now it is late at night, he should work again, drugs, equipment, watching live broadcasts, all of which are spent on star coins, and the monthly drug index is harvested. The 13,000-dollar coin is the only income of Han Lang, and it cannot be delayed.
The level of promotion not only brought the source of growth, but also brought wisdom to Han Lang. The time he compiled the drug index is now controlled within one and a half hours, which was simply unimaginable in the past, plus the cost of collecting supplementary data. For half an hour, Han Lang only needs to work for three hours a day, which is much easier than in the past.
After writing the index, Han Lang consulted Zong Wudao three questions as usual. It seems that his relationship with Han Lang is improving. In the past, Zong Wudao always answered Han Lang in the simplest language. Now he will add a few more sentences. Explain, as if I don't understand Han Wave.
"All in all, your ability is super immune, and you are destined to fight with others in the future. You are not mistaken. I never emphasize the importance of technology. Technology is very important, but technology can be trained through repeated training. And the momentum can not be practiced at home, you need to go to the battlefield and participate in those **** battles!"
"Whether it is extremely cold cultivation or death live broadcast, in fact, there are factors that train you as a soldier's willpower. The real warrior must have a real spirit in the chest, even if one day is dead, the instinct in the chest is also Can't be scattered! To achieve this level is a real warrior! It is possible to stand at the true peak!"
"Of course, at this stage, it is even more important to cultivate in extreme cold. After all, you have inherited the super powers of others. If you do not thoroughly develop the source of the predecessors, it is not only responsible for yourself, but also for this. The soldiers passed on to you are irresponsible."
"A family lives in a hustle and bustle, **** battlefield, and nothing left in the end, leaving a crystal, now the crystal is your own, and you still can not reach the height of the predecessors, this is a waste, no Like words!"
"Tonight, you can enter the water of minus 20 degrees, or take a source of kinetic energy. I believe that the medicine of the sunspot will not have any problems with his medicine. To be safe, the zero-preferable pills should be prepared. If you can't hold it, take it."
"As for your progress in cultivation, I don't care. The key is to enter the state of desperation. As long as you enter the state, no matter what you do, you can do more with less. No matter what you practice, you can open up your potential. Do you understand?"
Han Lang hurriedly said: "Understood, thank the teacher for pointing."
"Go it, it took me a lot of tongues. If I didn't look at the face of the sunspot, I would take care of you!" Zong Wudao finally did not forget to teach Han Lang a few words. This is the custom.
In fact, Han Lang can clearly feel that there are still some concerns in his lesson. Of course, Zong Wudao’s hard-working existence has always been used as an excuse for night blacks.
There is another thing that Han Lang did not tell him, it is about super power.
Zong Wudao always thought that Han Lang’s ability was super-immunized. Actually, it’s not that Han Lang is a darker than the super-energy immunity. However, now Zong Wudao has formed a formula in the brain. If Han Lang tells him now. I am a dark extinction ability, and I don’t know if I will annoy the Zong Wudao.
"I will tell him later." Han Lang thought for a moment and said to himself.
Practice, write a drug index, watch the death live broadcast, Han Lang's life seems to leave these three things.
His progress in cultivation is quite good. He can increase the average of two hundred and thirty source index every week. Zong Wudao also makes Hanlang into colder waters every week and increase the intensity of cultivation.
The changes that occurred in Han Lang were obvious. By the base for a month, Han Lang was thinner than in the past. The high-intensity practice took away the last bit of fat on Han Lang, which made his body more standard, with wide shoulders and long waist. Looking at the skinny, the muscles on the body are very obvious.
It is the end of one night of cultivation. Zong Wudao’s cultivation for Han Lang is very characteristic. It does not require time, does not require progress, and only seeks the realm. As long as Han Lang can enter the dying realm, it will be successful.
Some tired into the restaurant, the time is still early, the restaurant is full of people, many people still have strong dark circles, everyone does not talk, are eating down, and Han Lang just arrived at the base a month ago It was very different. At that time, every time I went to the restaurant, I was full of laughter and laughter, discussing various unreliable gossip.
Now, the atmosphere of the base always makes Han Lang feel depressed, as if suddenly everyone does not like words.
"Is it still a meat clip?" asked the aunt of the canteen when he saw Han Lang and smiled.
"Well, it would be nice to have a big cup of hot chocolate." Han Lang added.
"How do you like meat sandwiches? I feel that these meat clips are not enough for you to eat." Canteen and Han Lang joked.
Han Langdao: "That's not because the aunt's craft is good, I have never eaten such a delicious meat clip outside, so I always eat enough."
"You are this child!" The dining hall aunt smiled and opened the flower. When the meat was pinched, she added several pieces of fat pork with marjoram skin and poured a large cup of sweet hot chocolate to Han Lang. .
"Thank you aunt." Han Lang took the breakfast and prepared to go back to the room to eat. Just walked to the door, and saw a 27-year-old warrior running from the entrance of the relic, wearing a full battle suit, full of blood.
"Doctor Zhivago! Go to the infirmary! Someone is hurt!" the soldier shouted.
Dr. Zhivago, who was eating breakfast, threw half a bowl of soy milk on the table, grabbed the glasses and flew out of the restaurant, and went to the infirmary with the soldier.
A few seconds later, a tram came from the direction of the ruins. Several soldiers carried the stretcher all the way to the infirmary. The person on the stretcher looked seriously injured, pale, and shed blood. After the stretcher left, the cleaning staff hurried. Pick up the mop and clean up the traces on the ground.
They whispered while cleaning up.
"Is this the first few?"
"The third is today."
"I am really guilty. I don't know if I can survive. Director Li is also below. I haven't come up for a long time?"
"That's not the case. The attacking team is in the second half of the year. Now even the people working on the ground are going crazy. The pressure below can be imagined."
