From the design, this Colt M1873 has a body made of black tal, with a handle made of white ivory, covered with intricate rose patterns. Judging by the scratches on the cylindrical chamber, handle, and gun body, it has a long history.
According to Li Ang's testing, the Peacemaker Revolver's bullets have terrifying power. When shot at the wall of artificial organs designed to test power, a single bullet could blast a giant hole with a 2-ter diater.
Besides, the revolver's instantaneous damage without delay and the power boost in "Only Headshots" mode make up for Li Ang's lack of long-range attack thods.
As for the massive recoil, the drawback of missing shots and not retrieving bullets without precise aim, these could be mitigated by Li Ang's physical strength and dynamic vision.
In addition to these two perfect-level pieces of equipnt, Li Ang also purchased several one-ti-use consumable skill scrolls, with qualities ranging from perfect to rare, covering fighting, spiritual energy, and spell series,
to deal with possible ergencies.
With the remaining money, he bought a strength system cultivation manual suitable for Chaichai.
As for the products bought from other guilds...
The flesh biodicine from Gen-Sys Biotech Company;
The Protheus Laboratory Company's ten Jackal II chanical exoskeleton kinetic armors, twenty Hummingbird III unmanned scout drones (the sa ones Ju Que used before), and their control devices;
European Heavy Industry Group's two Leopard II high-speed motor vehicles, two Sabertooth V amphibious armored cars, two Black Hawk IV quad-rotor utility helicopters, rifles, heavy machine guns, cannons, anti-tank rocket launchers, you na it;
Ford by the rger of several arms companies, European Heavy Industry Group's modern military weapon reserves are unparalleled among all guilds. If not for official restrictions and the limited space in players' common storage devices,
they would even dare to sell disard third-generation attack aircraft.
The original magic potions crafted by the Witch Alliance—stronger than those produced by Li Ang, with broader uses but higher prices;
The live magical beasts from the Beast of Thousand Throats guild, like the heavily loaded Kodo Beast, Two-Legged Flying Dragon, Troll Bat, Undead Spider, etc.—Li Ang purchased these magical beasts not to drive or command, but to enrich the gene samples for the Hive;
Various live demon specins from the Devil Scientist Alliance, like the flesh abomination enwrapped in barbed chains, ghouls that can survive on decaying flesh, for the sa purchase and use;
Whale Song's EMP electromagnetic pulse jamr, which can interfere with electronic devices within a certain range, and the anti-EMP electromagnetic pulse jamr—to resist the forr's electromagnetic pulse.
Whale Song sells both the spear and the shield, forcing players who want to use electronic devices to buy both. It's quite devious.
Three containers of special alloy ingots from Sword King Court;
Talismans and one-ti activated magic artifacts from Heterodox Academy;
The chanism's traps;
The price of these combined is no less than the two perfect-level equipnt—major guilds do not hoard treasures and prevent others from buying them.
The Killing Field Ga Club is full of guilds, and most commodities are replaceable. If you don't earn this money, another guild will.
Of course, to recycle wealth and strengthen players under their influence, major guilds now sell only for ga currency, not real-world money.
When Li Ang bought items, he didn't go himself (which might leak information), but instead entrusted it to a mule—rumor has it that informants, brokers, private detectives, and rcenaries banded together to form a secret organization, specializing in exchanging information, with quite a broad business range.
After dealing with all this, Li Ang was fully ard, waiting silently in the desolate underground outskirts.
During these four days, he has done everything he could, maximizing resource utilization efficiency. As for the outco... he has done his best, and leaves the rest to fate.
Thirty minutes before the Lost World stage of the War of the Gates officially began, the Global Occult Coalition, united with local officials, issued another global notice through TV, smartphones, internet, and radio channels.
So factories stopped production, planes stopped flying, students and parents stayed ho, and local ergency response agencies' front-line officers maintained stability, patrolling city streets and skies in armored cars and helicopters to prevent disturbances.
Major video platforms have been taken over by local officials, with network server security at its highest level. Hundreds of narrators trained by the Watcher's Society are in place. They are proficient in various languages and will take turns explaining the live footage with players knowledgeable about equipnt skills.
The command centers set up by major powers in the real world were also crowded with staff, standing in bright command halls, watching the giant screens hanging on the walls,
silently praying for the players in the highest-security command center dormitories.
"..."
In building three, the twentieth floor of Wanhe Residential Area, Chaichai, dressed as an Li Ang-style puppet, sat in front of a computer, blankly staring at the hopages of over a dozen live-streaming sites already open on the computer screen.
The narrators, dressed in suits and ties, spoke eloquently before the cara, using different languages to narrate what the Global Occult Coalition had allowed them to say about the War of the Gates—
Those narrators who were originally players looked relatively relaxed,
while the ordinary narrators, invited for their eloquence and wide influence despite having no supernatural powers, appeared more nervous.
They all wore Bluetooth earpieces, clearly receiving instructions from the Global Occult Coalition and local anomaly managers, knowing what to say and what not to, which they learned during training.
"Hoo..."
Chaichai slowly let out a breath, leaning back on the chair,
the room's curtains were tightly closed, and the computer screen, as the only light source, illuminated the phone, paper, snacks, cola, clock, and an ancient-looking book on the desk that looked out of place with other items.
The book's pages were brownish-yellow and unremarkable, with no energy fluctuations. The cover had the book's title written in weird and obscure twisted script — "Jidou Yanchi of Nine Underworld."
Five minutes...
Chaichai watched the clock's second hand ticking backward, rubbing her fingers together.
Three minutes.
Seemingly sensing the Lady Saint's nervousness, the Brain Worm, transford into her right arm, opened its eyes on the arm's surface, glancing around before slowly closing them.
One minute.
The narrators on the screen were still chatting and laughing. The Global Occult Coalition purposely set all live platforms to have a delay of 1-5 minutes to prevent live accidents.
Chaichai had no ti to listen to the chaotic voices in her earpiece or reply to the text ssages from Wang Congshan on her phone's QQ. Instead, she subconsciously clasped her hands together, silently praying for Li Ang.
As if sensing sothing,
in the deep trench, the vast ocean surface, and the offshore of Yin City in the Pacific, all Brain Worms paused their work, quietly chanting the nas of the Lord of the Swamp and the Lord of Flesh, praising the benevolence and kindness of the Father.
The countdown ended.
[Countdown 5, 4, 3, 2, 1]
[Entering: Lost World]
With the system broadcast, three hundred players vanished into thin air.
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