Ren Zhong shrugged, "I came one step too late. The person in the sleeper pod is already dead. As for the Ruined Beast, it escaped before you arrived."
"Escaped?"
"Yes. The Ruined Beast was very small, but extremely fast and terrifying. Look at that hand, the dead person has been eaten down to just this hand."
The three looked down, there was a severed hand on the ground.
The person who asked earlier directly identified the deceased, "This is Lin Wangâs estate. The dead person is Bei Lihui, a member of Lin Wangâs team."
Ren Zhong nodded, "It should be, quite unfortunate."
"Luckily, nothing happened in the other rooms."
Ren Zhong: "Yeah, really fortunate."
At this time, a violent explosion came from afar.
The three seemed to receive a warning, then hurriedly rushed out the door.
One of them took an extra step before leaving and asked Ren Zhong, "A Third Level Ruined Beast has arrived, do you want to go with us?"
Ren Zhong shook his head, "Iâm out of ammunition, and as youâve seen, Iâm only wearing a modified First Level basic armor, not qualified to get involved in a high-end battle like this with a Third Level Ruined Beast."
"True enough, alright then."
The three quickly left, they didnât even check the surveillance.
Ren Zhong grinned.
Passed unnoticed.
Really simple.
Ren Zhong didnât try to open the doors to the other members of Lin Wangâs team.
He truly was out of bullets and food.
Even if someoneâs alloy sleeper pod was before him for him to blast, he couldnât do it, maybe he would even get blown up by the roomâs automatic weapons.
Ren Zhong only rested for a while, then reactivated his armor and sped out.
The Third Generation Iron Curtain, which he had drained once before, was reactivated with the friend-or-foe recognition system, but due to Ren Zhongâs familiarity and single-minded determination to escape from the inside, no accidents occurred.
Under the cover of night, Ren Zhong dragged his weary body back to his quarters.
By this time, his exoskeleton armor had long disintegrated completely, breaking into pieces scattered along the way.
Some parts could be recovered, but he was too lazy to pick them up.
Ren Zhong pushed open the door and lay on the bed.
It was already 2:19 a.m., but he had no trace of sleepiness.
Just like Sun Miao said, a tenfold dose of the potion would make him undergo an extremely stimulating night.
He first removed his wristwatch, then took out Bei Lihuiâs Fourth Level wristwatch and put it on.
Thirty seconds later, Ren Zhong successfully "saw" the massive screen display.
It was as he had guessed.
Bei Lihuiâs wristwatch hadnât been locked.
This must have been Lin Wangâs directive.
The Fourth Level wristwatch is worth as much as 5000 points, which is a considerable fortune in itself.
Lin Wang regarded Zheng Tianâs team as tools and naturally wouldnât leave his team members behind.
If a member died, at least the wristwatch could continue to be of use.
Ren Zhong saw two options on the background of the Deep Communication Groupâs capital.
One was Bei Lihuiâs account, the other was a guest account.
Clicking on Bei Lihuiâs account prompted a password entry requirement.
Returned to the initial screen.
Clicked on the guest account again.
The subsequent user experience was no different than using a rented wristwatch.
Only, there was a new software icon in the internet section, precisely the virtual reality training Ren Zhong had yearned for.
Ren Zhong eagerly clicked on it, a prompt immediately popped up requiring him to activate hypnosis first.
Returned to the initial screen, hypnosis.
Soon after, his physical body outside entered a deep sleep, yet his mind in the hibernation space remained extremely excited and highly distorted.
Returned to the internet screen again, clicked on virtual reality, and succeeded this time.
After opening it, there were several tier options.
This virtual reality training also marked different prices according to the demand level, exactly matching the monthly job title assessment prices.
First Level, 8 points per eight hours each time.
Second Level, 40 points per eight hours each time.
...
At this moment, Ren Zhongâs account had just 43.36 balance.
Activated Second Level training.
Then it was time to choose training intensity, Ren Zhong directly chose the highest Hell Level.
"Reading personal parameters..."
"Identified trainerâs current occupation as Mechanical Warrior."
"Estimated brain-machine synchronization rate at 28%, meeting the Second Level training standard."
"Brain reaction index of 528.89, meeting the Second Level training standard."
"Biological Electric Power carrying power of 46.9 kW."
"Physical Comprehensive Index of 47.1."
"After calculation, the user has two parameters below the Second Level standard, forced training will put a huge load on the body, posing a risk to life. Would you like to switch to a more suitable First Level training for free?"
Ren Zhong didnât even think, refused.
In the next instant, his consciousness plunged deeply.
When he opened his eyes again, he was already standing on a spacious field.
He raised his hands to examine them, squeezing his fists, the sensation truly felt identical to his real body.
"Hell Level high-intensity combat will start in ten minutes, please select equipment configuration."
The electronic voice rang in his mind, and before him appeared a massive semi-transparent list in the air above the field, filled with a dazzling array of Second Level Mechanical Warrior equipment.
Some of it he had seen in the military weapon store of Starfire Town.
But most of the other special enhancement equipment he had never heard of.
When Ren Zhongâs focus landed on a piece of equipment and he silently thought "equip" in his mind, the equipment would automatically appear before him.
Nine minutes later, Ren Zhong tentatively completed assembling his first set of Second Level equipment.
"Equip!"
With his command, dozens of components began piling onto him like LEGO bricks, quickly assembling.
"The battle is about to begin. Please kill three Second Level Ruined Beast Shadow Mice within three minutes! Ten, nine, eight, seven..."
The electronic voice started a countdown.
Three familiar silhouettes in front rapidly solidified into shape.
Ren Zhongâs gaze sharpened, staring intently.
To fight bravely one last night before death, accumulating more combat experience, having no regrets in this life, what else could one ask for!
A more thorough transformation trumpet, sounded from tonight.