Chu Qiancheng sat up hard from the bed. He had just recovered from a vegetative state. Although he had a life meter to maintain his physical state, five years had been the limit of the function of the life meter. His body was barely maintaining it, and his functions in all aspects had greatly deteriorated.

The biochemical muscles in his legs were not enough to support him to stand up immediately and could only sit in a wheelchair. His brain function was also in a slow recovery stage, and his soul was not anchored, so his whole body was in a daze and groggy state.

The fat man, known as "Professor Jian", finally helped him to a wheelchair, and a layer of shiny sweat appeared on his head.

Around the little fat man and Chu Qiancheng, there are more than a dozen detective Android units floating, which belong to the members of the evaluation department headed by Dr. Marceau. Of course, they will not go to the Free City-State Branch of the Acetri District with Chu Qiancheng, but their "eyes" will not relax their verification of "Professor Jian" for a moment.

"Let's go to our group's arsenal to select your weapons first." The fat man pushed Chu Qiancheng's wheelchair and walked out of the room, heading towards a room next door equipped with alloy security doors and surveillance systems.

"The arsenal of our group?" Chu Qiancheng asked in a daze.

"Yes, the official name of the Phantom Group Arsenal is this. After all, I have 8 million yuan in my hand, so I have to have some equipment to play with." The little fat man wiped the sweat on his head with a tissue.

"Are you sure you want to go to Acetrie with me? The bullet doesn't have eyes." Chu Qiancheng didn't care about going to the bank branch of the Free City State of Archetrie. Even if he died, he would just return to the real world. But this would affect his plan to penetrate the city state, which was quite painful.

However, this is also a good opportunity to take the opportunity to escape from the Holy Angel Castle. Once it leaves the castle, with his outstanding hacking skills, he can quickly find the location of the Red Queen or Qin Zhen and contact them.

He subconsciously believed that his re-activated was the result of Qin Zhen's invitation to help from the Red Queen.

"Although I don't want to go, you are now the only result of the Phantom Project. If you lose it, I will go to the cliff city, which is not a good place! I can never go to Xia Xiajiang's concert again." The little fat man sighed.

"Hahaha..." Chu Qiancheng smiled nervously, unable to control himself at all, "The chance of our survival is not high. I am in a wheelchair, and you can't even hold the gun."

"Damn Uther Marceau!" The little fat man was very angry, "She must have deliberately made things difficult for me to get the Phantom Group funding for her lover."

Speaking of this, he glanced at Chu Qiancheng: "But you are the destructionist of Niedo City. You have fought with 18 mercenary apostles. Can you not defeat 15 B-level extraordinary people?"

"I'm using a mecha, not in a wheelchair! Do you have mechas in your arsenal?" Chu Qiancheng asked with his tongue.

"Mech, don't be funny. The city-state area is a mech-free zone. Oops! Your record has a mech bonus, and you are fighting a combat mech with a B-rated level. This does not mean that you can fight a dozen B-level supernatural people in actual combat." The fat man was so anxious that he slapped the backrest of the wheelchair hard.

"You just remembered it? I thought your mind was at least better than mine." Chu Qiancheng said swayingly.

"I must give you a useful weapon. I remember your sword is good?" The little fat man quickly opened the access control of the arsenal and pushed Chu Qiancheng into the room.

Chu Qiancheng could smell the heavy smell of detergent in the room. This was a detergent for cleaning blood stains when cleaning combat equipment.

"These are all second-hand goods that have been used by the repeated offenders, right?" Chu Qiancheng immediately understood.

The little fat man didn't spend much money on weapons, but just picked up the weapons that the repetitive criminals had used to reuse them.

"I bought these weapons with money. Of course, I tried them for other experimental products, but later they got out of control and exploded. After my repair, these weapons can still be used, in order to avoid wasting..." the fat man explained clumsyly.

"Get the sniper for me first!" Chu Qiancheng interrupted him.

He couldn't figure out the matter now, but his intuition told him that it was better to survive than to die. Since he wanted to live, he had to come back alive from Acetri. Facing 15 B-level superpowers, it would be better to have a Gauss sniper rifle. He could use the overload to stimulate mechanical power, and call out one shot at a time, just like the door-kicking battle of Crystal Palace.

"Yes! I'll give you this!" The fat man took off a mysterious water army-type Gaussian rapid-fire sniper rifle from the display cabinet of the arsenal, which has a crystal palace-level crystal energy conversion battery. This battery contains 10 mg of energy crystals, which can be converted into electricity through the built-in Songdao energy converter, supporting the sniper rifle to shoot quickly and continuously.

This gun was called the Long Live Gun by veterans on the human front. Once the Long Live Gun fired, the enemy collapsed and friendly forces shouted Long Live.

The extraordinary person who can be equipped with this weapon is at least a level A mechanic with a combat power of 500,000 Terra.

Chu Qiancheng felt heartbroken at first sight. He took the gun, leaned closer and smelled the gun body with his nose, looking intoxicated.

"Can you kill all the gangsters of 15 cyber chain stores with this sniper?" The little fat man looked at Chu Qiancheng with hope.

"You're thinking about nothing." Chu Qiancheng cursed, "Is it better to be a mechanic if you kill so easily?"

"Stable your emotions, stabilize your emotions! Just say what else you want." The little fat man said quickly.

"Single-player remote intrusion amplifier."

"Yes! Give it!" The little fat man threw a black instrument to Chu Qiancheng.

This instrument is like a leaf shoulder armor, which can be fixed on the shoulder, and is a reduced size of the mecha version. The instrument is shaped like a howitzer, but it fires an amplified mechanical force. There is a trademark on the body of the instrument: the tree of wisdom.

The Wisdom Tree III remote invader customized for the Action Bureau by the Knowledge Hall. This equipment is also difficult to see by ordinary B-level supernaturalists.

Chu Qiancheng didn't think about it and installed the instrument on his shoulder and then shook it. The instrument was very light and hardly affected his movement accuracy.

"Magnetic Flux Weapon."

When Chu Qiancheng said this, his heart was beating nervously for a few times. The magnetic linkage weapon was the core of his combat effectiveness, and its quality directly determines whether he could come back alive from the final battlefield.

"Magnetic Flux Weapon..." The little fat man focused his attention on a display cabinet in the center of the arsenal. On the display cabinet was a weapon rack made of Thai Platinum alloy.

A slender metal cylinder composed of fish-scale alloy sheets is displayed on the weapon stand. The metal cylinder is linked to an exquisite alloy sword hilt, which is similar to the Chinese style of the martial arts sword. It has a simple shape, elegant shape, and exudes a fierce atmosphere.

Chu Qiancheng wanted to get over, but was stopped by a faint smell of blood. Although the sword was filled with the smell of detergent that was heavier than any weapon, the smell of blood still came to his face.

"The extraordinary community is full of all kinds of beliefs about weapons, right?" the little fat man asked Chu Qiancheng.

“So what?”

"For example, the sword is the light flow, the sword is the Tao flow, and there is also the free fall flow, and one rider can take a thousand flows." The little fat man leaned his fingers.

"Just talk about the key points." Chu Qiancheng rubbed his head, but he couldn't wake up no matter how hard he rubbed his head.

"It is said that many extraordinary people are too obsessed with weapons they believe in. After they die in battle, their souls will possess them on weapons, making weapons a kind of murder weapon. This phenomenon is the most serious among mindful masters. Almost all high-level mindful masters have their weapons more or less abnormal after death."

The little fat man said carefully.

"So what? Is this a weapon of a mind master?"

"It's not just a mind master, he is a creator's weapon." The fat man stared at Chu Qiancheng with his mung bean eyes.

"Creation Master..." Chu Qiancheng forced himself to recall the grade of Master Mind, Creator...S-level?

"You have to know the power of creators. They can use their spirit to design weapons that suit them. They let the materials of reality change according to their ideas and become blueprints outlined in their minds. What is most amazing is that if the real materials and technology cannot be realized, they can make up for their designs with their ideas."

"Huh?" Chu Qiancheng was a little surprised. The creator's skill is very similar to Butch's dream come true, but it is a skill in the field of mental power and requires real materials to realize it. It is not like Butch only needs to use psychic energy to create out of thin air.

However, they can design next-generation weapons that are more advanced than real weapons, and these weapons can be passed down from generation to generation. Butch's dream come true only belongs to him. Once he dies, all creations will disappear.

In contrast, Butch's dream come true is more free and unrestrained, no wonder he is loved by Nishinoji Ken.

"This sword is the work of a famous creator in his later years, and its name is the Swallowing Snake." The fat man said this and paused for a moment, as if he was a little afraid of the following words, "But it has another name, the Swallow Snake."

"Snake?" Chu Qiancheng frowned.

"Yes, anyone who used this weapon died terrible. Even the mind master who designed it died in the end was self-destruction, and the bones remained. The creator who made it was originally a crazy believer of the sword, which was Guangliu. In his later years, he believed that his sword could save humans by killing. His spirit merged into the sword. This sword fell into the Holy Angel Castle as evidence of the murder. Some agents from the Operations Bureau once tried to use it, but later died tragically..."

When the little fat man said this, his eyes were circling.

"Later, you used this sword for your retaliation?" Chu Qiancheng asked.

"I am a scientist, not a spiritualist. I originally refused such superstitious things. But my repeated offenders have all died when they used this sword!"

"That's not because this sword is fierce, but because your invincible pearls are not easy to use! They died because of your incompetence!" Chu Qiancheng rushed out.

"So, do you think there will be no problem?" the fat man asked worriedly.

"There will be no problem with the sword. I don't know your invincible pearl." Chu Qiancheng pushed the wheelchair over and copied the sword off the weapon rack.
Chapter completed!