Chapter 72 Life on a Transport Ship
In the vast starry sky, it is very difficult to accurately intercept a spaceship, because you don’t know its speed and route. Maybe you arrive, but the spaceship is tens of millions or hundreds of millions of kilometers away. How can you chase it?
“Brother, the fat sheep are dispatched, but according to the list, there is a C-level agent of An Zhijie Company on this spaceship.” In the dark starry sky, in a thousand-meter-long warship, a man quickly took the deciphered information to report to the leader.
“What’s wrong with An Zhijie? They are just a bunch of underground rats. We have energy armor, mecha, and fighter planes. If anyone doesn’t obey, we will kill them directly. This batch of fat sheep has been reserved by someone. The price is not bad. As long as they are not particularly irritable, they will stay. Moreover, most of the shitty residents of An Zhijie are genetic evolutionists. These people will pay higher prices to buyers.” The leader sneered and said.
"Yes!"
"Brother, do you want our people to play as Brother Zhanniao and start live streaming in the game? We lost a lot last time. Our mechas are worth a lot of money. No wonder some people criticize this broken game. The compensation price can buy mechas in real life."
"Huh? This is a good idea. Brother Zhanniao has those routines anyway, but who can we find to choose the third-generation mechas? We are all elites."
"There will definitely be fat sheep this time. Let's keep a few."
"That's right."
"The Justice Gang is a bunch of bastards who are scolding us on the forum. Don't let me know who it is, otherwise I will kill these bastards."
"It's just the people who were ** in real life."
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Yang Bo is having a headache now. The book was given by the fat boss. I won't talk about the secret method. This one is to break through your own limits, such as holding your breath, meditation, and life and death. Damn, I am sick. I have super powers now and I want to die. What if I really die?
Ancient martial arts are obscure, just some basic moves, one or two, one-handed handstand, meditation, and some hand seals. I don't understand, I really don't understand this stuff.
"It seems that my individual talent is not good. If I don't have mysterious abilities, I will only be a pig for the rest of my life." Yang Bo threw the book aside. This stuff is just like reading advanced mechanics and advanced algebra. I really can't understand it.
People are like this. Those with talent can understand it, and those without talent can't understand it.
"Forget it, just take a break." Yang Bo went out for a stroll and looked around. There are restaurants, bars, entertainment cities, and gambling machines, real-life gambling.
When he came to a gambling machine, Yang Bo tapped the machine lightly and found that it was purely mechanical. He looked at the instructions carefully.
It turned out that the gambling company avoided the suspicion of cheating and used pure machinery without any circuit boards or anything, which means it was purely based on luck.
"Earn some money to spend?" Yang Bo just stretched out his hand and clapped it, and the sound wave discovered the structure of the machine. When he touched the machine, he found that the metal control could sense the more complex and delicate design inside.
Machinery is machinery, but the probability of machinery can also be adjusted. However, Yang Bo did not gamble. This thing is addictive, and those who can open such a company are shameless. If you lose, go slowly, and if you win, go slowly... cough cough.
When he came to the game area, Yang Bo's eyes lit up. There are entertainment facilities similar to the Earth Gun Game Machine. Enter a separate small room, put on a game helmet, hold a simulated laser gun in your hand, and then start the adventure.
This game is free, it is a stand-alone game. Yang Bo entered the small room, closed the door, and then put on the helmet according to the prompts, and then picked up the laser gun.
"So this is how to use the laser gun?" Yang Bo now knows how to use the laser gun. Don't say it, I couldn't get in touch with these before, but now I can get in touch with them in the game.
Many toys are made according to real ones.
"Awesome." There is no sound when the laser gun is shot, but the game is equipped with sound, and it is an adventure on a planet.
The ground is a setting similar to a treadmill, but it can turn 360 degrees. People are walking on it, turning and walking, etc., which will be reflected in the game.
At first, Yang Bo was not familiar with it, but gradually he became familiar with it, and the dynamic vision came into play.
The laser gun also has a lead time at different distances, but it is very small, and it is not easy to master it.
An hour later, Yang Bo exited the game thoughtfully. The stand-alone game is a stand-alone game, but the setting of the game seems to be real, because some things have been seen in mecha games, but there are no mutants.
Especially hunting some mutant beasts, some beasts have special abilities, you have to hit their weaknesses, and hard attack will not work.
"It seems that I need to play more."
Yang Bo's eyes lit up again, and there are mecha games, and the operation room looks the same as the mecha operation cabin.
"Tsk tsk, these game companies are so overbearing." This reminded Yang Bo of the Ami toy company on Earth, which dared to sell nuclear reactor toys, causing a naughty kid to almost destroy the city. It also sold nuclear submarine toys, which let people know the internal layout of the submarine. It even sold luminous glass when radium just came out.
"Could it be that these game companies are also the layout of the government, in case mutant creatures appear one day, at least a group of people will master some skills?" However, Yang Bo's brain is now working fast, and he quickly thought of another possibility.
He chose another doomsday game, in which there are all kinds of mutants, mutant creatures, collecting supplies, and trying to survive...
"I don't care if these games will happen in real life or not. I don't have anything to do anyway." Yang Bo was not familiar with the other subordinates of the fat boss. Others seemed to look down on him. After all, other old employees might have cooperated with each other. Wu Bing was not here and he didn't know where he was.
Moreover, he was the weakest. Any enterprise, company, and old employees would not be too friendly to newcomers. Some old workers even deliberately took away new workers for fear that the boss would not want them anymore.
The fat boss watched Yang Bo playing games every day, and there was nothing he could do. He would talk about it when he arrived at March Star. Even if Yang Bo did not have the talent for genetic evolution, the company had enough ordinary task lists. How could he lose money?
However, the fat boss still planned to talk to Yang Bo, so the two sat together again. The fat boss asked: "How is it, is the interstellar travel okay?"
"Thank you, boss, it's much better than I thought." Yang Bo picked up a drink and took a sip and said.
The fat boss asked again: "Do you have any experience in reading books?"
"Boss, I don't understand. I know individual words, but I can't understand them together." Yang Bo shook his head with a distressed expression.
The fat boss chuckled: "That's right, secret methods and ancient martial arts need to be taught by people, which is why ancient martial arts are becoming more and more decadent. It requires too much individual talent from people."
"But there is no limit to the growth of ancient martial arts and secret methods, while there is a limit for genetic medicine."
Yang Bo was surprised to hear this and asked: "Why is this?"
"Because the raw materials of genetic medicines themselves have an upper limit, and the genetic changes stimulated by these raw materials also have a high limit. Ancient martial arts and secret methods are activated by their own power. Of course, most people don't need to worry, because everyone has an upper limit, and there are very few people with a high upper limit." The fat boss continued.
Yang Bo nodded. Yes, everyone started to think that they were different, but what was the result? Most of them were mediocre.
Yang Bo took the opportunity to ask the question he had wanted to know for a long time: "Boss, what is the difference between the levels of genetic evolutionists, and how is it determined."