Data Wasteland

[Name: Chen Xing]

[Identity Number: HumMr2005814977369]

[Social Credit: Excellent -]

[Life State: Healthy]

[Power: 15]

[Agility: 21]

[Physique: 10]

[Spirit power: 6]

[Talent Ability: Awakened (Unregistered)]

[Registered skills (Longshishan Town Hall): Precision Shooting (Intermediate), Survival in the Field (Elementary), Two-wheeled Motorcycle Driving (Master), Legal Knowledge (Elementary)]

[Registered Spell (Dragonstone Mountain Town Hall): Charged Shooting (lv1)]

[Registered Occupation (Longshishan Town Hall): Captain of the Third Squad of the Lanhua Town Defense Team (Second Lieutenant of the Red Dragon Principality Defense Team), Mercenary (Elementary), Courier (Senior)]

[Professional Salary (Red Dragon Principality): The basic salary is 20 gold, the subsidy for remote areas is 5 gold and 5 silver, and the transportation fee is 8 silver, a total of 26 gold and 3 silver, which are paid on the 10th of each natural month]

[Unregistered (system evaluation only) skills: cooking (looks okay) clean and hygienic (looks good) surgery (seems to be bandaged) computing skills (comprehensive calculations) eloquence (can bargain with little girls)...]

[Unregistered (system evaluation only) spell: none]

[Gold holdings: 10 gold, 8 silver, 2 copper (cash), 336 gold, 5 silver, 7 copper and 1% (bank)]

"drop…"

A hand wearing a leather glove pressed the button on the side of the screen. With a slight beep, the attribute interface disappeared and the standby interface was restored.

[Dr2612-8-16, am2: 12]

[Life State: Healthy]

[Mental power level: 6/6]

[Protection level: 0 (ordinary clothing)]

[Reminder: Not within the coverage of satellite signal]

Finally, after looking at the time and status, Chen Xing took off the black watch and handed it to Ye Yang Bailiu next to him.

At this moment, the two of them were in a small room with an old-fashioned chandelier with peeling patent leather hanging on the top. The orange-red light was very dim. A rusty iron frame bed lay across it, and the bedding on it was covered with black mold.

This is a run-down small hotel, located next to slum No. 5 in Orchid Town. Three days ago, Chen Xing pretended to be a refugee entering the town and lived in.

Slum No. 5 is the site of the second team in Orchid Town. Yesterday afternoon, he learned that Sun Yong might come to inspect this morning and set out to arrange retaliation. Since Sun Yong dared to attack him, he must pay a sufficient price.

According to the agreed time, Ye Yang Bailiu, who pretended to be a wandering warbler, brought his "hunting elephant" sniper rifle.

"Don't you need me to follow?" Ye Yang Bailiu asked.

"No need." Chen Xing refused without even thinking about it, "Your goal is too big to be found easily."

When Ye Yang Bailiu heard this, he was immediately unhappy, with a cold face, akimbo, and asked: "Are you saying I'm fat or big and thick?" There was a bit of anger in that cold voice.

"No, you misunderstood..." Chen Xing waved his hand quickly and said seriously, "I mean, you are too beautiful to attract other people's attention, which is not conducive to covert actions."

"Hmph~" Ye Yang Bailiu raised his chin, folded his hands on his chest, and looked at Chen Xing condescendingly. Those slightly contemptuous eyes seemed to say: "You count your acquaintance!"

"You go back first, I can do it myself." Chen Xing said.

"Be careful." Ye Yang Bailiu said with concern.

"Yeah." After speaking, Chen Xing put on a worn travel gown, carried a sniper rifle wrapped in a tarp, and walked out of the room. Then, he went downstairs and walked out of the hotel along the graffiti-filled passage and the rattling stairs.

It was past two o'clock in the morning, and it was pitch black outside. There is a dim street lamp thirty to fifty meters apart.

After a while, along the gravel road full of scrapped vehicles and overgrown weeds on both sides, Chen Xing came to a low shack area.

Looking around, the lights are like fireflies, dotted with dots, revealing shacks made up of wooden boards and iron sheets, and large tents full of colorful patches.

This is slum No. 5, where Sun Yong is located.

A few days ago, someone saw Sun Yong driving his life assistant out of the barracks. The so-called "life assistant" is actually synonymous with "bed partner".

Chen Xing got the news and immediately lurked over. Because he learned from the dog king that Sun Yong is more lustful. It is estimated that within a few days, he will be unable to bear his temper and come to the site to look for young girls among the refugees.

Sure enough, yesterday afternoon, Xiao Yang, who was in charge of stalking the gas station, saw Sun Yong's adjutant driving a jeep to refuel. Obviously, Sun Yong has action, and this action, in all likelihood, is to come to the slums to look for girls. Sun Yong has two sites in slum areas, No. 5 and No. 13, but no matter which one comes first, he will always come.

Chen Xing, wrapped in a travel gown, walked between the tent and the shack, and soon came to the pre-arranged tent, set up a gun, covered it with cloth, lay down inside, and aimed at the direction of the road.

It is located on a high ground with a wide view. As long as Sun Yong comes by jeep, he will definitely be able to see it. And there are many tents around, very hidden.

Chen Xing waited quietly. His patience has always been very good. Due to his low physical fitness, he could only give up close combat and try to control the combat at medium and long distances. As a sniper or sneak attacker, the most important thing is patience.

Sometimes, he can lie in ambush for several days in one place. Attentive, motionless.

There is an old saying in Chen Xing's hometown: "The stupid bird flies early and enters the forest." He has no talent, so he uses the day after tomorrow to make up. In the previous life, the reason why he could live in this cruel world for fifteen years was all because of this concept.

Apart from other things, calm, patient, and cautious, he has no shortage of these excellent qualities.

"Boom boom boom..."

At half past six in the morning, shortly after dawn, the sound of an engine broke the calm of slum No. 5. The refugees who were cooking breakfast in front of the tent raised their heads and looked at the source of the sound.

I saw two jeeps coming from far to near, and the cars were full of fully armed guards.

Their captain Sun Yong, wearing a pair of big sunglasses, sitting in the front passenger seat, dangling a big cigar, his body swayed slightly with the bumps of the vehicle, he looked casual.

At the same time, a crosshair locked Sun Yong's head. After staying for a few seconds, it began to pan to the side, and finally locked the person driving. That person was Sun Yong's adjutant, and they were said to be cousins, the person Sun Yong relied on most.

"Boom!"

Sun Yong's eyes swept across the slums below the road, looking for good-looking women. Suddenly, a dull gunshot sounded, and then he felt a heat on his face.

Turning his head to see, a headless corpse was driving in a car, blood was constantly spraying from his neck and pouring on his face. Rao was so frightened that he had gone through all kinds of battles, and immediately rolled out of the car and fell into a bad mood.

After a successful blow, Chen Xing immediately put away the gun, wrapped it in a waterproof cloth, and walked out of the tent with his back behind him, and walked in the opposite direction of Sun Yong.

Although he wanted to kill Sun Yong very much, doing so would definitely arouse the mayor's dissatisfaction, which is not conducive to his current development. So I can only interrupt the opponent's arm first, cut off the opponent's minions, and make the opponent feel painful.

He never relents to anyone who wants to kill him. It didn't matter whether Sun Yong continued to fight him until the mayor made a choice, or shook hands with him to make peace and maintain the apparent harmony.

After returning, as expected by Chen Xing, Sun Yong brought a gift worth hundreds of gold coins to the underground water station with Xiao Wu, the assistant to the mayor, and talked to him about the wine and praised him as brothers and sisters.

During the dinner, Sun Yong said nothing about the assassination of the adjutant, as if nothing had happened.