Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

Wu Heng memorized the information of these two stalls. They both said online at 12 o'clock in the evening, which is the time for most stalls.

Came to the silver-scaled stall again, and this time it was the green-scaled man online.

"This is the list of items I need." Wu Heng handed a printed piece of paper to the stall owner.

The paper itself came from the manual the stall owner had given him last time, just reprinted with red text.

The stall owner picked up the list and looked at it. He had become familiar with being a stall owner in the past few days and had received many customers, but the items on this list were still a bit outrageous.

"With so much, you can't bring it into the plot world, can you?"

The Shinjia stall owner was a little hesitant. This person wanted so many things, so he couldn't be planning to carry out a terrorist attack in reality.

The list says: two pairs of Eagle Claw gloves, two pairs of Morning Star Maces (chain type included), which is normal.

But behind: 2 Crazy Thunder Gatlings, 20,000 rounds of bullets; 2 AL19 light machine guns, 6,000 rounds of bullets; 100 grenades; 20 pieces of body armor, 50 sets of camouflage special combat uniforms, 10 drones, 100 drone-throwing bombs; one detachable small helicopter and rocket launcher.

I wrote a whole page of lists.

"Sell it or not?"

Wu Heng didn't say much to explain. He just asked if he didn't sell it and there were other stalls selling it.

"Sell!" the stall owner said decisively.

Reality is protected by the power of reality. Even if these weapons are a terrorist attack, it is nothing. It is better to earn survival points first.

I thought about what the organization had told me, and took a look at Wu Heng's appearance wearing a doctor's holster and a mask. Although it was covered up, there was still a unique familiarity of the Deep Blue Star people, but he did not rule out deliberate disguise.

The person in front of me can spend his survival points to buy so many things, he is definitely involved in the plot.

The stall owner thought for a moment and said:

"My codename is Qinglin, and I belong to the Linglong Association. There are three tower owners in the association. People from the Deep Blue Stars are welcome to join. If you plan to join the force, you may wish to consider us."

"Okay, I'll consider it."

Wu Heng saw that the other party had already sensed his identity as a Deep Blue star, and did not refute. Sometimes a man's sixth sense is quite accurate.

"Okay, you want a lot. You need about 642 survival points. Do you really need that much?"

"In fact, you can be more frugal. Modern firepower is only useful in some early stages of the world. Extraordinary mystery is the right way. You will understand it later."

"There are some things I can't say too much, but don't go astray. Only by strengthening yourself can you survive in the future."

Qing Lin hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth to dissuade him.

"Well, thanks for the advice, I know what I'm doing."

Wu Heng also understood what Qing Lin said, but he himself had enough survival points, and the life box space was huge.

Although you can get firepower by going to the story world, taking it out will also require teleportation fees, so it is better to have some backup to feel safe.

"Okay, there are a lot of things. I have to spend a lot of time preparing. In half an hour, go to my private room to trade. I will give you temporary permissions so that you can keep it confidential."

Qing Lin saw Wu Heng's clear expression and knew that the other party had his own considerations, so he stopped trying to persuade him.

The private room opened by spending survival points is absolutely safe. This is a lighthouse certification, unlike the main square. Wu Heng knew this in his heart and nodded in agreement.

After continuing around in a circle and finding nothing he needed anymore, Wu Heng returned to the real bedroom and thought about his plan.

In the middle, I went to the lighthouse and took away the items traded with Qinglin.

At 12 o'clock in the evening, he came to the lighthouse again. The two stall owners who left messages on the trading board came online on time. Wu Heng bought the two items he wanted.

A small glass bottle about the length of an index finger, with half a bottle of thick black blood inside.

The other was a pus-yellow candle two inches long and only as thick as a chopstick, exuding a corpse stench.

Wu Heng entered Lighthouse's private room and opened the small glass bottle. The dark blood inside seemed to be disturbed by the disturbance, and its color began to change.

He used his absorbing ability to try to absorb it. The thick black blood disappeared, and a subtle energy poured into the heart in the phylactery.

Witches are inherently existences that use the power passed down from generation to generation to cast evil spells.

Wu Heng felt that his brain was clear and agile, and the perception gained from absorbing the blood of the Son of God seemed to be injected with an active agent.

The perception that cannot be separated from the body has begun to become rich and flexible, and it can now be mobilized to observe the whole body at will within one foot of itself.

If this were placed in a martial arts film, it would already be the realm of the mind.

Wu Heng checked his belongings again to make sure nothing was missing, and touched the tower seal with a thought.

"Enter the plot world in advance."

[Identity information has been locked, lighthouse number: SL914]

[This time anchoring the world: "Fujiang\