Ten minutes later, Zhang Ziqiang dragged the clay statue of the leader of the Prayer team to the museum where Chen Ang was located. He waited obediently in the curator's office of the museum, not daring to step into the basement where Chen Ang was located. He had already recognized that this newcomer was a monster, so he wisely adjusted their positions.
"It's embarrassing to listen to the leader of a newcomer, but it's better than losing your life like you!" Zhang Ziqiang patted the face of the leader of the Prayer team. Of course, the solidified clay statue would not answer. Zhang Ziqiang sighed as he looked at the horrified expression on the man's frozen face.
He remembered that the other newcomers were still working overnight. Xiao Bolang was distributing pensions to the prisoners and gang members who had died tonight. Zhao Yingqi was sorting out information and documents. Li Mingyi was cleaning up the battlefield, arranging the loot and corpses left behind by the Reincarnators and transporting them to Chen Ang's laboratory. He also had to maintain and sort out the scrapped modified souls.
Hong Fan was still killing people. Even the appearance of the Reincarnators did not hinder him from cleaning up. There were too many enemies and problems for a rising force to control Cairo.
Hong Fan had no choice but to hold his dagger and reason with the original owners of the city one by one. Those with soft bones would be taken in for his own use, while those who were dismissive or even hostile would need to be slowly dealt with by him. At the same time, they would provide raw materials for Chen Ang's experiments.
He was so busy that his feet did not even have time to rest. In the past two days, he had rushed to kill dozens of people. From the dock area of Cairo, where people from all walks of life mingled, to the banquet hall where high officials and nobles mingled. In just two days, the women and children in Cairo had learned of Hong Fan, the bloody skinslinger, the dark executioner, and the emperor of Cairo's underworld.
Under his pair of daggers, ghosts lingered and bloodstained. Hong Fan's notoriety had reached a level that could stop children from crying in a short period of time.
Whether it was the various problems encountered during the expansion or the complicated work required in the process of controlling Cairo, these tasks were trivial and troublesome. Although they did not pose a difficult threat, they still required everyone's full energy. In this process, Zhang Ziqiang had never expected that several newcomers would play a very key role.
Xiao Bolang was a customer manager of a large multinational company. He was middle-aged and had rich management experience. Before becoming a customer manager, he had worked in many large management positions. He had no lack of experience in the gray and black of China's business world. He had no lack of experience in dealing with all kinds of bad people. However, after entering middle age, his energy had run out, so he had to rely on his own connections.
Now, he had successfully transformed into a professional manager and the head of an intelligence organization in Cairo's underground underworld in the 20th century. He was so busy that he had a fever every 24 hours. These days, he had only slept for two hours a day, relying on the stimulants modified by Chen Ang. He dedicated himself to.
It should be known that the original sample of Chen Ang's modified stimulants was a good product that Zhang Ziqiang had exchanged from the Lord God. It was generally used when a Samsara traveler was on the brink of death, and it was used in the final struggle against the enemy.
When Zhang Ziqiang saw Xiao Bolang's blood-red eyes burning like a torch every day, even the lazy locals in Cairo would double their work efficiency. Zhang Ziqiang felt even more creeped out. When he met Xiao Bolang, he would quietly bypass him. Even a Samsara traveler like Zhang Ziqiang, who held an old-fashioned concept, had to admit that a newcomer like Xiao Bolang, who was originally a low-quality trash in the Samsara team system, had a very important value to the entire team.
His hard work, like Hong Fan's fighting and violence, was an outstanding contribution to the entire team.
Zhang Ziqiang had to reflect on himself. Were only those who were ruthless and brave enough to have the so-called potential and value? Were those middle-aged people who could burn for their work and risk their lives? Those middle-aged people who had rich experience and were good at dealing with interpersonal relationships and management work garbage who could not adapt to the Lord God's Space?
The answer was obvious.
Zhao Yingqi, who was responsible for document management and organizational system construction, and Li Mingyi, who was responsible for supporting research and managing the logistics of Chen Ang's research, also did a good job. They all had outstanding contributions. On the contrary, Zhang Ziqiang had originally thought highly of Qian Cunhou, who was ruthless and courageous, and Lin Gang, who was tenacious and hardworking, did not perform well.
Zhang Ziqiang truly felt the difference between Chen Ang's Samsara team and his own. Chen Ang was more used to using hard work to create a comparative advantage, dragging the opponent into his rhythm. Then, like a rolling snowball, he would accumulate more and more advantages, and in the end, he would easily finish off the opponent.
Others only saw the casual way in which he launched his final attack, but very few people noticed the complicated and arduous work behind the scenes.
It was hard to say that this style was better than the violent, sneaky, and infiltration combat of other Samsara teams. After all, other teams did not have the accumulation of knowledge and work efficiency like Chen Ang. But in Chen Ang's hands, it had amazing potential.
The sound of a mechanism opening came from the basement. Zhang Ziqiang turned around with a flattering smile and saw Chen Ang, who was wearing a white coat, rushing out of the basement. He ordered, "Carry him to my lab. Li Mingyi has already sorted out the relevant spoils and will be here soon. The three of us will confirm the distribution and management of the spoils first, and then inform the others. "
Because the spoils were not prioritized during the battle, they did not take into account the props carried by the hostile Samsara travelers, so they used very destructive means. In the end, the spoils were not rich. From the Samsara team that went to the museum, they finally obtained a large number of firearms, a small amount of electronic equipment, and great wealth of gold, diamonds, and so on.
However, the props unique to the Samsara travelers were only a few bottles of holy water, some blessed bullets for spiritual creatures, a war blade, a magnetic high explosive bomb, a few broken amulets, evil-warding amulets, the body of a psychic power user, and a piece of equipment that could vaporize people.
Most of the personal items of the Samsara travelers were damaged in the battle. In addition to some reward points obtained from them, the rest of the items in the personal space could only be obtained after returning to God's space.
Zhang Ziqiang first picked up the war blade that was half the height of a person. Because of the intense burning, it looked a little dark. God gave its attributes.
Damaged Blade of Curse, Grade B equipment (damaged). Chop power increased by 20%. It comes with a bleeding curse that can be stacked 12 times. It comes with a poison curse that can be stacked 9 times. It comes with a slow curse that can be stacked 3 times. (Because the equipment was burned, the effect is reduced by 40%. It can be repaired after returning to the space.)
Zhang Ziqiang cursed, "Damn it! If this attribute was used on a dagger, it would be the best assassin equipment. Old Hong's eyes were red when he saw it! But it's a waste to use it on such a heavy war blade. This attribute should be used on a weapon with a fast attack speed. How many wounds can such a war blade make? It's better to kill it with one slash! "
Chen Ang took the war blade and studied the inscription on the handle and blade for a while. He handed it back to Zhang Ziqiang and said, "This is a sacrificial knife used by the Mayans to offer sacrifices to the gods. It is used to chop off the head of a blood sacrifice. The long-term drinking of resentful blood and the baptism of the sacrifice's divine power allowed the Mayan divine text on it to have extraordinary power. "
"But …" Chen Ang said scornfully, "It's flashy but not practical!"
"It's very difficult to inscribe inscriptions on weapons that are really used in battle. This is because you have to consider whether the inscription will be damaged during battle. Therefore, it won't be like this war blade, which has such a long inscription. It's very easy to be damaged during chop and chop. The fragmentation and blurring of the inscription will greatly reduce the effect of the enchantment. But in a real battle, how can the enemy be as defenseless as a sacrifice? "
"So, don't open it. Its effect is strong, and the inscription is still well preserved. The Samsara traveler who used it must have spent a lot of reward points to repair it after every mission. And it can't be a dagger, because a dagger can't carve such a long inscription. In general, this is not a piece of equipment suitable for battle. "
Zhang Ziqiang looked at Chen Ang blankly and suddenly sighed, "Big brother, I'm kneeling! You're not a scientist, you're an alchemist! " As he said that, he looked at the war blade no longer as reluctant as before. He threw the precious equipment back on the long table in front of him without hesitation.
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