Global Famine: My items can be automatically upgraded

Under the cracks of the subway.

In the underground passage that was as dense as a spider web and lurked with countless deadly creatures, Song You and Wang Ye leaned against a Dong room to take a short breath and recover their strength.

Song You's pink shirt was open, revealing a corner of the Yaksha tattoo. He was not tall, with sharp short hair and murderous eyes.

Wang Ye was wearing a crooked military uniform, with a dimpled collar and a bandage around his neck. The last button of the military uniform was open, making the hem look ugly.

From his expression to his appearance, Wang Ye was a bit sloppy.

Song You took a deep breath and reached out to turn over a corpse.

That was his teammate, a third-level mutant.

There was a big hole in the heart.

After fleeing to this place, his fate was doomed and he was already dead.

Song You wanted to find some cigarettes.

He was addicted to cigarettes, and his eyes revealed an indescribable anxiety and irritability.

Every nerve ending was screaming with longing for nicotine.

But this teammate didn't smoke or drink, just like the legendary Puritans of the old times.

Even Wang Ye, who liked to burn people with fire and felt strange pleasure when hearing screams, didn't smoke or drink, and didn't use any stimulating drugs.

If it weren't for Wang Ye's naked and undisguised lustful eyes when he looked at women, Song You would have thought that he had no interest in women at all.

Song You gave up the futile search, but his fingers rubbed and caressed each other involuntarily, as if being pulled by an invisible force, simulating the actions of pinching and lighting cigarettes all the time.

Finally, he held tightly in his hand a wrinkled piece of clothing on his teammate.

Song You glanced at Wang Ye beside him.

"Throw it!" Wang Ye urged, holding a khaki leather bag: "Otherwise, how do we know how far behind us the enemy in Shelter No. 22 is?"

Song You smacked his lips: "Can you also identify the distance by sound?"

"Everyone can identify the position by sound." Wang Ye responded arrogantly.

Song You sighed, annoyed.

Why did he have such a teammate who couldn't understand what he said?

In such an empty subway tunnel, the sound of gunfire can be transmitted very far.

There are a lot of echoes, and it is impossible to judge the distance of the enemy.

On the contrary, it will expose your position!

Song You was a little unhappy, but he could only do it for now.

Who made Wang Ye a fourth-level psychic and the commander of the operation in Shelter No. 20?

Song You threw it hard, and the clothes instantly flew out of his hand, drawing a smooth and powerful arc in the air, like a phantom given life, rushing into the depths of the tunnel.

With the faint glow of the fluorescent mushrooms, you can see the clothes dancing in the air, and the dynamics of each fold are realistic, just like a person flying forward with a resolute attitude.

The next moment.

There was a sharp metal friction sound in the distance.

That was the sound of the heavy high-speed Gatling gun barrel turning.

In an instant, the gunfire flashed, and the bullets poured out like a rainstorm. The hot bullet chain gushing out of the muzzle of the Gatling gun formed a dancing fire dragon in an instant.

The bullets streaked through the night sky like meteors, and each bullet dragged out a series of dazzling trajectories.

Each bullet was fired with a wave of hot air waves, stirring the surrounding air like boiling water.

These trajectories woven into an airtight light net in the dim subway tunnel and went straight to the clothes rolling and spinning in the air.

Da da da...

Almost in one breath.

The clothes thrown by Song You were beaten to pieces.

Like sparks, they fell to the ground powerlessly.

Song You's mouth twitched, and he turned to ask Wang Ye: "Distance?"

"Three hundred meters." Wang Ye continued with great certainty: "It is estimated that the people above will definitely not be able to support, we will rush forward one hundred meters. Then you will drag back and attract them to chase to the left tunnel, and I will break out from the right tunnel with the briefcase."

After this order was issued, Song You spread out a map with a complicated tunnel route on it.

His finger moved to the left, and his expression suddenly became extremely gloomy, twisted, and even a little frightened: "The left side of the forked tunnel 100 meters ahead is a dead end."

"What is your awareness?" Wang Ye asked with a cold face: "Will you be happy if we both die here?"

Song You's cheeks twitched a few times, and an imperceptible trace of gloom flashed in his eyes.

He put away the map and nodded: "Okay."

Wang Ye breathed a sigh of relief.

Both of them are fourth-level superpowers. Once they start to argue, it will be difficult to resolve and the consequences will be unpredictable.

Fortunately... Song You obeyed the command and followed the order carefully.

"I'll count to three, two, one, and we'll rush out!"

Wang Ye leaned against the wall and gave the last command.

Song You's figure was in the shadow, without any response, and the whole person was like a stone sculpture.

...

On the ground.

The battle between the two sides continued.

The personnel of the two shelters were trying to prevent each other from entering the subway crack.

But in the dark night, there was a faint black shadow that was very agile, crawling along the ground, as light as a wild cat, jumping into the subway crack and disappearing in the dark corridor.

After Shen Bei flipped in, he did not land.

He turned on the armor climbing mode at the first time, and used the super-strong magnetic adsorption device equipped with the armor to lightly and accurately hang upside down on the rough concrete structure of the roof.

The intricate network of pipes on the top of the tunnel has been corroded, and the exposed wires hang like withered tentacles.

Occasionally, a gust of wind passes through the tunnel, causing echoes, and the sound is hollow and distant.

Shen Bei turned his head around.

Under infrared vision, the dark tunnel has a good view.

Shen Bei scanned the ground and found nothing unexpected. The bag was indeed gone.

"It's late..."

But Shen Bei knew that he was just late, not late.

If any party had obtained the bag, the battle above would have ended long ago.

The personnel on the ground did not receive the order to retreat, which means that the bag is still in the subway tunnel.

As long as they can find their traces, they can catch up and steal the bag back when they have the chance.

The word "steal" has no derogatory meaning.

Shen Bei knows his own weight. A fourth-level psychic can still make adjustments at any time, so it is easy to take refuge.

For a higher-level psychic, Shen Bei can only "outsmart"

and not be reckless.

At this moment, the sound of high-speed gunfire echoed from the tunnel on Shen Bei's left.

A faint light flashed in the depths of Shen Bei's pupils. Like a gecko, he crawled rapidly on the top of the tunnel, and every step he moved was full of the rhythm of power and precise control.

His flexible arm and leg joints stretched and twisted smoothly with the precise control of the intelligent system inside the armor, as if they were one, making him walk on the inverted ceiling as if on flat ground, with ease and freedom.

One intersection after another passed by Shen Bei. Although he was in an upside-down posture, it did not prevent him from running and crawling at a high speed.

The subway tunnel was like a tomb of time sleeping deep underground, and the track was covered with thick moss and gravel accumulated over the years.

The tile wall that was once as white as new had long lost its luster and became dull, and faded fragments of old advertising posters could be vaguely seen on it, as if they were fossils left by time.

A moment of effort.

Three men appeared in Shen Bei's infrared field of vision.

The three men formed a cross-cover formation, and moved forward step by step, cautiously, deep into the subway tunnel.

The leader was a superpower holding a high-speed rotary Gatling machine gun.

He had a circle of steel needle-like beard on his face, which made his head look bigger than others. His hair and beard were gray, but he looked only in his thirties.

Following the bearded man was a thin boy with a shoulder bag. He had a bang that slightly covered his eyes, and he was extremely handsome.

Among the three people, the last one was a girl.

She wore ripped jeans and a black T-shirt with a nuclear mushroom head. Her hair was short, and her bangs were dyed light goose yellow. Silver earrings were conspicuously hanging in her ear holes.

Shen Bei hid 200 meters behind the three people.

He continued to look at the tunnel in front of him. The tunnel in front was crooked, and the vision was somewhat obstructed. He couldn't see what was going on in the depths.

But Shen Bei knew in his heart that the person who really picked up the bag was not far in front of the three people.

If you want to catch up, you have to step over the heads of the three people.

This is undoubtedly a dangerous move.

Although the armor is advanced, the various modules cooperate with each other in movement, almost silently.

But the ceiling of the subway tunnel is not solid, and dust and small stones fall from time to time during the grabbing and moving process.

It is easy to alert the trio.

"Three fourth-level..."

Shen Bei muttered to himself: "There is only one way to die if they get close to me."

Shen Bei's advantage lies in long-range shooting and the kinetic energy provided by the armor.

Thinking of this.

Shen Bei released the ceiling with both hands, and his body slowly descended, relying only on his legs to grab the vertical body.

A primitive and rough Barrett sniper rifle without any industrial modification appeared in Shen Bei's hand.

A stainless steel pipe as thick as an abandoned chimney, with an amazing length and huge caliber, protruded out of the muzzle.

There is no embellishment of precision sights, but instead exposed mechanical sights, which are simple but practical.

Even the most basic silencer or tactical rails were ruthlessly abandoned, leaving only the most basic structure and function.

In Shen Bei's opinion, the power of a superpower is important, but precision is also the way to survive.

Shen Bei hung upside down on the ceiling, with his crosshairs on the back of the bearded man in the team ahead.

The trigger of pure power aesthetics made a crisp mechanical sound at Shen Bei's fingertips.

"May there be no escape from hell..."