Chapter 142

Liu Zhen put down the corpse in his hand and walked out of the room with a frown.

Liang Min followed him trembling.

In the room, four people had been completely killed, each with a finger hole in their temple.

Liu Zhen, cold, ruthless, killing people like killing chickens, which made Liang Min terrified every moment.

The two came out of a building in the slum. Liu Zhen waved to the street, and a taxi stopped. He looked at Liang Min and sat in the car first.

A moment later, Liu Zhen put down the corpse in his hand, and he thought for a while with a frown.

"... Sure enough, I shouldn't have killed them all." He muttered.

Then he walked out of the room first, and soon walked to the street with Liang Min. He looked at the taxi on the street, muttered a few words, and walked straight along the street with big strides, while Liang Min followed him timidly.

"Barely have some power."

Liu Zhen said as he walked: "The gangs in this world can't even get active military vehicles. Can they be called gangs? And they are unorganized and undisciplined... Forget it, you just do the nightclub side first. When Wu Pifu comes to find us tomorrow, bring him to see me immediately."

Liang Min immediately said loudly: "Yes!"

Liu Zhen glanced at him and walked with his head buried: "Don't be so nervous. I have no conflict of interest with you, I won't kill you, and I have to protect you... The accountant's means haven't been lost, right?"

Liang Min said ah: "Ah, yes, definitely not lost, the craft of eating."

Liu Zhen continued to walk with his head buried: "You should also know that corruption in this Dream World makes no sense, so manage the account books."

"Yes, yes, Brother Liu, don't worry, I will definitely manage it well." Liang Min immediately patted his chest and said.

Liu Zhen was silent for a long time before whispering: "Wu Pifu's efficiency is really good. The curtain weak point that appeared before was solved in less than 25 minutes. It seems that he is really a good teammate... just don't know what he is doing now? Could it be that he is practicing boxing again?"

That's right... Wu Pifu is indeed practicing boxing, but not the kind of boxing he imagined.

"Ouba World Open!"

Wang Yihui pointed to a logo picture on the laptop and said: "It is not the most popular and top-level competitive project in the world, but this is the international competition that we can contact in the shortest time. There is a hot favorite's competition this afternoon, and we must participate in it."

Wu Pifu looked at the picture on the laptop screen. The athletes were posing. Judging from their clothes and fighting pictures, this so-called Ouba is similar to Taekwondo and Karate martial arts... No, this can't be called martial arts, right?

"So what should I do?" Wu Pifu asked.

Wang Yihui immediately laughed: "Don't worry, I have prepared everything. The identity information has been forged through the dark web and has been entered into the national network. Don't worry about this. And the two personnel in this battle this afternoon, one is a hot favorite, who has won the championship twice, but failed in the last Ouba World Open. This time, starting from scratch, can be said to be the one with the highest voice for winning the championship."

"And his opponent is a small person who is not famous, but this small person is not simple."

Wang Yihui pressed a few times on the laptop keyboard, and an athlete who was close to a middle-aged man appeared.

"He participates in the competition every year, but has never entered the top ten. Although his perseverance is very strong and he has enough persistence, his aptitude is mediocre. But precisely because of his perseverance and persistence, he has a group of supporters and iron fans. Unfortunately, competitive sports weakness is the original sin. Because of this, he is often humiliated by some athletes."

Wang Yihui said to Wu Pifu with a smile: "Brother Wu just needs to do something very simple, pretend to be this person's iron fan, watch the game on the spot, there is a very, very high probability that this hot favorite will humiliate him after winning. Next, Brother Wu rushes to the stage and defeats this hot favorite with your fastest speed and strongest attack, and it is best to use the fighting moves of this Ouba."

"Then, hit the mark with one shot!"

Wu Pifu was silent. He imagined in his mind that he exploded with all his strength, Dan Jin was running, Qi and blood were stimulated to the extreme at the same time, his body was surrounded by steam bursting from his body, jumped onto the stage and hammered the so-called hot favorite with all his strength...

This picture is too beautiful, he couldn't continue to imagine it himself.

No matter what, this matter was all covered by Wang Yihui. Wu Pifu only needed to show up. The purpose was naturally to go to the scene to make trouble, and then show overwhelming strength, hit the mark with one shot, and then Wang Yihui would create a world superstar persona. After Wang Yihui finished explaining, he pressed the laptop keyboard continuously, and the originally familiar interface immediately turned into a black screen, and then the font typed by Wang Yihui began to refresh the screen.

Wu Pifu found it interesting, so he sat by and watched. Wang Yihui didn't dislike it, and explained to Wu Pifu with a smile: "This is making money. The gold we brought out is limited after all. After exchange, there is not much left to buy this warehouse. However, this world is still conducting an extremely backward stock market, which is easy to handle. You can write a lower-level artificial intelligence to conduct big data monitoring on the stock market, and then buy low and sell high. As long as the computing speed is enough, you can earn 100 times a day with little principal."

Wu Pifu looked at the laptop and said: "Just this laptop? Is the computing speed enough?"

At this time, Lin Nianzhi walked in. Hearing this, she said with a smile: "Hardware is not enough, software makes up for it. The calculation equations and artificial intelligence that are several grades higher than this era are far beyond all computers in this era in terms of calculation quantity. Yihui is a high-achieving student. Back then, the Thirteen Companies wanted to collect him into the research team, but the Fourth War broke out, so it was fortunate that he didn't enter..."

Wu Pifu sat quietly, watching the interaction of the three people in this team. They trusted each other very much, and there was a feeling of family, and he had had such teammates before. Amadai, Xu Shilan, lived and died with him. They had such moments of getting along back then...

That afternoon, under Wang Yihui's manipulation, he directly chartered a small plane at the airport in the nearest city, just to allow Wu Pifu to go back and forth quickly, avoiding the appearance of curtain weak points during this period.

And Wu Pifu was really shocked by this kind of "operation" maintenance personnel. They are really amazing and awesome. They only came to this Dream World for one day, and they were able to charter a plane. What kind of fairy operation is this?

But I didn't want to, after Yu Rui and Wu Pifu left, Lin Nianzhi and Wang Yihui were discussing Wu Pifu.

"... Wu Pifu wouldn't every time he enters the Dream World, he just rushes up to fight and kill the nightmare?" Wang Yihui asked while looking at the computer screen.

Lin Nianzhi was reading a book. She borrowed dozens of books from the town library, basically books about geography, history, and politics of this world. She said while reading: "It's unlikely, right? We haven't encountered those nightmares. Not to mention anything else, if a ghost comes out, how to fight? Fight with fists? And we also tested it. He doesn't seem to have the pollution characteristics of those cultivation arts."

Wang Yihui stopped typing. He looked up at the ceiling for a long time and laughed: "It's also true. How can anyone enter the Dream World and fight hard against the nightmare... Except for the existence of Chu Minghao, I can't think of any similar fairy characters."

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On the other side, Yu Rui and Wu Pifu boarded the chartered plane. The flight attendant came up to deliver drinks. Because there was no need to wait for other passengers, they took off quickly after the air control was completed. In less than half an hour, they came to the city of the Ouba International Open.

Yu Rui didn't talk much, but he was old-fashioned in doing things. All means of transportation, locations, and tickets along the way were handled by him. Soon, he brought Wu Pifu to the competition scene, a venue similar to a boxing match, and the seats of the two were very close to the stage.

Yu Rui looked at the mobile phone and said: "There are ten minutes before the game starts. The strength of the two sides is very different. It should end in the first round... Wu, you have to use all your strength, just like in the curtain before."

Wu Pifu was silent, just looking at the stage.

After a while, the whole indoor hall was boiling, with various sparks and lightning, marking the entry of the two athletes. Sure enough, it was a lean young man, the hot favorite Setan, and a middle-aged man, Binosky. Obviously, the momentum of the two was completely different. One was arrogant, and the other was constantly checking the clothes and buckles on his body.

Both are different in mentality.

Wu Pifu could even feel that Binosky was estimated to be participating in this competition for the last time, and he already had the heart to retire.

At the same time, in a slum in a certain city, Liu Zhen was drinking and flipping through various TV stations in the office.

Having become the boss of several slum gangs, he can finally rest for a while now, and watching TV is not only entertainment, but also the time to collect intelligence in this world.

Then a sports channel passed by. Liu Zhen was stunned for two seconds, and then changed the TV station back to the sports channel. He saw a what-what fighting competition being broadcast live. After watching for only two seconds, the wine in Liu Zhen's mouth sprayed out directly.

Wu Pifu was throwing Setan on the stage, as if throwing a rag doll, and shouted loudly while throwing: "The driver is the strongest fighter! Only full of perseverance, enthusiasm, and the fighting spirit of never giving up, this is a real fighter!!"

"Long live the driver, long live the driver!"

Wu Pifu "gently" threw Setan, who was half a head taller than him, five meters away, knocking down a large group of audience in the stands. He looked carefully, no one died, very good.

Wu Pifu breathed a sigh of relief, and then immediately raised his hand excitedly and shouted the words of long live the driver.

And on the stage, Binosky, who fell to the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face, was shouting in a hoarse voice: "I am Binosky, not a driver, not a driver..."

(End of chapter)