Chapter 17: Mutant Mouse Tide? Seeking Red Tickets and Favorites

  On the highway, a group of four people were rushing along, led by a tall and robust man wearing a brown-red leather suit, with a large canvas bag slung over his shoulder and a massive dark-golden-colored heavy-duty weapon resembling both a sword and a knife on his back. At his waist was another package that looked quite heavy; behind him were a woman and two men, each carrying packages on their backs, moving cautiously, but holding 54-style handguns in their hands.

  These four were exactly Liang Jing and his newly recruited younger brothers, who had just come out of the Desheng Steel Ball Factory. As for Lv Fengsheng and several other men and women inside, Liang Jing was in a great mood after getting many benefits from the Desheng Steel Ball Factory, thinking that he was very generous to them without making things difficult for them, letting them fend for themselves, and considering himself as having done them a favor by clearing out all the mutated monsters in the workshop, at least not letting them be trapped to death in this small office.

  Hmph...

  Playing with the bright steel ball in his hand, Liang Jing couldn't help but laugh lightly. With a diameter of 40MM, it's about half a catty; just like the size of a peach, the weight is sufficient, and it's simply a deadly weapon. Even if a normal person swings it with great force and hits someone, the damage will be huge. If it hits the head, it may even be fatal. Think about what effect it would have under Liang Jing's full-force swing, which is 12 times that of a normal person? Not to mention the skill "Violent Throw" has a multiplier effect on this attack.

  Black-clothed man, come with me. Next time we meet, Grandpa will treat you to peaches. I hope your body is strong enough to eat them.

  With this, his own remote attack won't seem so weak as before, Liang Jing thought to himself. In fact, Liang Jing also knew that 【Violent Throw】as the golden BOSS Balrog's deathblow skill, its power was definitely not so small; well, it wasn't actually weak either. You think about it, Hei Yiren Dai Wu as an existence that could threaten the protagonist's life, his physical quality before the world changed had been tempered and activated through various modern scientific methods, almost reaching the peak of humanity at that time. After the change, some old injuries were healed, and his physical quality increased again. Compared to Liang Jing's body at that time, the gap wouldn't be too big. Liang Jing had the physical quality equivalent to 11 ordinary people, while Dai Wu had around 7 or 8 times that of an ordinary person. Yet, he could still be hit by Liang Jing's 【Violent Throw】with a steel ball of about 8mm in diameter, causing his left shoulder bone to crack and bleed profusely. It could only be said that Liang Jing's own requirements were too high.

  Actually, Liang Jing has not fully utilized the maximum effect of his golden-level skill "Violent Throwing". To use it correctly, one should throw weapons like javelins. Imagine the devastating impact that a few dozen kilograms or even heavier precision steel javelin would have on the enemy target when thrown with great force by Liang Jing's right hand. However, Liang Jing has always insisted on using "Violent Throwing" as a hidden weapon technique, and the 8mm steel balls are too small to produce much kinetic energy, so their power is naturally limited.

  "Hurry up, we're almost at the Hualian supermarket," Liang Jing shouted to the three people behind her, her tone somewhat impatient. It was no use, for Liang Jing, whose personality had become more and more pronounced after the world's mutation, would never learn to accommodate others. The "snail-like" speed of his subordinates was really unbearable, especially when he himself could move several times faster than them, wasting so much time.

  "Good."

  The three people behind, as modern Huaxia nationals, had a rather average physical condition. Except for Zhang Hu, who was sturdy and strong, the other two were panting heavily, their lungs working at high frequency, with sweat soaking through their shirts. It's said that most Huaxia nationals nowadays have a rather "average" physical condition. Either they stay at home playing computer without exercise, or they're busy working day and night to make money, having no time for exercise. Their daily diet consists of too much low-quality food, and the physical condition of Huaxia nationals is even ranked among the lowest in the world.

  Under the expectation of several people, Liang Jing originally didn't want to go to Hualian Supermarket because he thought that the food there would definitely be targeted by many people. Now it's not easy to say whether they have gained anything or not, even if they do, they don't have a place to store them now. If they just pack a few bags and carry them on their backs, it's not worth going. After all, Liang Jing still has enough food in his inventory for several people to eat for several years. Of course, Liang Jing might also tell them his own secret now.

  Here is the translation:

  Currently, my inventory has 8 slots storing rice, quilt, Dove chocolate, Jinhua sausage, salt, 09 compressed dry food, Golden Baroque corpse and steel balls. The original foot-washing phoenix claws were abandoned long ago due to spatial constraints, with only a few left in the mountaineering bag. Now, because of the steel balls, even [Baroque's Sorrow] must be carried on my back at all times. Just now, at the Victory Steel Ball Factory, Liang Jing's harvest was not small - just the 40MM diameter steel balls weighing over half a kilogram each totaled over 2 million pieces. What concept is this? One and a half kilograms for two pieces, one kilogram for one piece, 2 million pieces is equivalent to 1 million kilograms, or 50 tons of weight. If Liang Jing had to carry them himself, who knows how long it would take; now they are all stored in the inventory after being blown up by Liang Jing. It's also a matter of good luck for Liang Jing - otherwise, think about it, where can you find so many steel balls in stock in an ordinary factory? It just so happens that Victory Steel Ball Factory had just received a large order and was in urgent need, which is why there were so many stocks; this is also why Lü Fengsheng, the elusive boss of the dragon, would personally come to catch employees slacking off.

  Huh?!

  As he walked, Liang Jing suddenly turned his head back with a swoosh, feeling something was off. It seemed like thousands of horses were galloping towards them, and the air was flowing with an invisible current. On the sweltering highway that felt like a steamer basket, Liang Jing's keen senses immediately picked up on the frictional flow of air on his body. If you've ever waited for a train at a station platform, you'd know that even when the train is slowing down and about to stop, you can still feel a gust of wind-like airflow blowing against you. And if you're watching the train approach, you'll feel an irresistible force coming your way.

  No good!

  Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp......

  Chirping...

  As soon as Liang Jing turned around, he saw a vast expanse of dark gray water rushing over like a tidal wave, with no end in sight. The people in front were running towards him, but those who fell behind were quickly submerged by the spreading water, creating ripples before being covered up again. In the distance, Liang Jing could faintly see a pale skeleton, terrifying! Terrifying! Endlessly terrifying!

  "Tianming, no! Brother Wang, let's go help Tianming..." A young man shouted with a face full of grief and indignation, holding a 2-meter-long steel spear with a diameter of about 3 cm.

  "Run! Run fast! No rescue! No rescue at all! Turning back means death! Run ah~~!" A burly man in his twenties, taller and more robust than Liang Jing, held a large machete in his hand, his eyes wide open as if they were about to split apart, with several turbid tears streaming down from the corners of his eyes, shouting loudly at the young man while running quickly.

  "Ah! Help...!"

  Among the remaining three, the one running behind the tall and sturdy man and the young man was also engulfed by the dark gray tide. Before dying, he only managed to say a few words, and in an instant, his entire body was left with only broken bones and sparse hair struggling weakly. The tall and sturdy man and the young man in front became even more sorrowful and painful, but their footsteps did not slow down. If they were late, they would die, perhaps the next one...

  The tall, burly man who was running at the front suddenly saw Liang Jing and the others from afar, his eyes lit up for a moment. Liang Jing was indeed an "abnormal person", but he immediately dimmed down, not to mention what "abnormal person" meant, even if they were made of iron, they could only delay their death by a few seconds. He shouted loudly, "Hurry up! You guys hurry up, there are monsters behind you, thousands and thousands, endless..."

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