The most obvious difference between G-spot and other weapon souls was that it was a chatterbox.
Speaking of which, Party Ace was not someone who had never seen the world before. They had seen plenty of item souls, from low-grade to high-grade ones. Take the weapon soul of Evil Sword Apophis as an example. It had its own dignity. After begging for mercy once, it stopped talking when it saw that it was hopeless.
G-spot, on the other hand, had been chatting excitedly ever since it woke up, asking questions here and there. In the end, it was only Melody and Old Charlie who had the patience to continue chatting with it. Of the two, one was naive and cute, while the other was sophisticated and shrewd. They had enough energy and experience to deal with this energetic guy.
Party Ace seized this rare opportunity to do a simple inventory check. He found that when G-spot decomposed Evil Sword Apophis, it had actually given him 80 achievement points and more than 300,000 utility points! Based on this ratio, it was about one-third of the production price of the weapon.
Party Ace's achievement points were originally 241400, enough for him to be promoted to General. When he killed the Awakeners in the battle earlier, he had already received 30 achievement points. Now, with the 80 achievement points Evil Sword Apophis had given him, he was able to raise his achievement points to a total of 300. Therefore, his achievement points had risen to 351400. At this rate, it was possible that his military rank would be promoted before his Major General's Blood Armor was completed.
As for the 300,000 utility points, they had solved an urgent problem. Melody had to pay extra for every hour she stayed here, and there was still a huge funding gap. This extra sum of money finally allowed Party Ace to turn back some distance from the path of financial collapse.
Finally, it seemed that even weapon souls could get tired. G-spot, the chatterbox, spat out the last few words in satisfaction. It then turned back into a pool of asphalt-like liquid and attached itself to Party Ace's' Planetary-Grade High-Energy Mechanical Power Glove 'and fell asleep. This action was very similar to a person lazily moving to the bed and pulling a blanket over.
But now, the liquid metal life-form was "plated" on the gloves in the form of black and red stripes. Compared to the faint glow from before, it had an indescribable domineering and powerful aura. It was like a tiger lying on the ground, sleeping soundly. Anyone who saw it would feel a deep sense of fear in their hearts.
Sheyan inspected the properties of the gloves, and was delighted to discover a new line of description below 'Final Impact'.
This weapon has gained an additional ability: Extinction.
[This bonus effect will disappear after the liquid metal life-form is detached from the equipment.]
This bonus ability cannot be used on long-range weapons.
The priority of this bonus ability is equivalent to the highest priority of any ability the wielder has.
Extinction … (Details omitted)
Next, he did not forget to pay attention to the mission he received.
Silver Mission Series Hidden Branch Chapter 3: Devour.
The quest's requirement was for the liquid metal life-form to devour 100 pieces of equipment after it woke up. As expected, the devouring progress increased from 5% to 35%. The amount of Evil Sword Apophis devoured was actually equivalent to the total amount of 30 pieces of Common Equipment.
Sheyan finally let out a sigh of satisfaction. He felt that his luck was finally turning for the better.
Ever since he met Bind, no, ever since he met the Stockholm Party, Sheyan had felt like he was walking against the wind. The resistance in front of him had always been much greater than he had imagined. This resistance reached its peak when they were ambushed. The party was almost wiped out, and Mogensha was also killed.
But since then, Sheyan began to feel that the resistance had lessened. By now, he felt that the pressure he was facing had completely disappeared. Because he had obtained the 'Extinction' ability, he now had enough capital to face the troubles in front of him, whether they were on the surface or hidden. To put it bluntly and narrowly, the so-called troubles included Bind and Loki, who appeared high and mighty in front of him.
Zi suddenly said.
"Do you know what I'm thinking? Seaman? "
Sheyan glanced at her. He could see a charming provocation in Zi's beautiful phoenix eyes. Career women were all like this. They would always inadvertently try to prove that they were stronger than men, but deep down, they yearned to be conquered by men. So, Sheyan simply smiled and said, "Of course.
"Of course, you're thinking about something I said before."
Zi furrowed her brows and asked with a ridiculing tone.
"Me? Thinking about something you said?"
Sheyan said casually, "That's right.
"That's right. After that arrogant Loki left, I said that if we really killed Bind, the expression on his face would be very interesting."
"But now it seems that Loki may not have the confidence to kill Bind. The thing he's been looking for is probably Evil Sword Apophis! If he finds out that the loot he covets has already been taken by us, I'm sure his expression won't be any better. "
Zi snorted coldly and did not say anything.
Thirty-seven minutes later, their flight began to fly towards the distant African continent. Their destination was Libya, followed by Egypt.
***
From the moment they got off the plane, the African continent welcomed all the passengers with its heat, drought, strength and, of course, primitive nature.
When they stepped out of the cabin of the plane, Party Ace felt as if they had arrived in another world. For Libya, which was currently in the midst of war, it was already good enough to have a road that cars could drive on. There was no need to be picky about the potholes and mud on the road.
Their goal was the Nigerian Golden Mask. The reason they came to Libya was, of course, because the mask had ended up here. Zandala, a tribal leader in Benghazi, Libya, had obtained the treasure with the help of three oil fields under his control. The tribal leader stubbornly believed that the mask was the key to awakening the memories of his previous life, so he did not hesitate to pay a huge sum of money.
Party Ace soon found the information provider in a bar decorated with coconut shells on the outside wall. She was a very fat black woman wearing earrings as big as the handles of a bus. Her skin was dark and glossy, and her figure was so big that it almost burst out of her skirt. Only the glint in her eyes from time to time could tell how shrewd and cunning she was.
"I'm Moan."
A warm smile appeared on the woman's face. She even stretched out her thick arms to give them a hug, but the pungent smell of perfume made it impossible for anyone to reciprocate her enthusiasm. Sheyan raised the box in his hand indifferently.
"We're in a hurry. Give me the address."
The woman quickly took the banknotes from Zi. Sheyan, on the other hand, was reminded of Mogensha because of the woman's skin color. His mood instantly dropped. After the woman finished counting the banknotes, she even took out a device to scan for counterfeit banknotes to distinguish the authenticity of the banknotes one by one. Finally, she clapped her hands in satisfaction, stuffed the roll of banknotes into her cleavage, and was about to leave.
Zi immediately stepped forward and asked coldly.
"What's the address?"
The black woman seemed to have forgotten something. She took out a piece of paper and scribbled a few words on it, then threw it to them. Sheyan caught it and took a look. He immediately smiled and said, "That's right. That's right.
"What does this mean?"
It turned out that what was written on the paper was, Benghazi, Libya. There was nothing else after that. It was as if you asked for a person's detailed address, and that person would perfunctorily tell you the truth of Sichuan, China. The perfunctory intention was obvious.
The fat woman's expression changed.
"The 13,000 US dollars you gave me can only buy this level of information."
Sheyan looked at her and smiled.
"You'll regret this for many years."
The African American woman suddenly felt very uncomfortable. She screamed and slammed her palm down on the table!
"Break their legs, then strip them naked and throw them into the jungle."
Initially, business in the bar seemed to be slow. Only a few people seemed to be napping on the table. When the black woman slammed the table, all of them stood up. They were all holding AK47s in their hands. Then, they deliberately made the sound of the bolt being pulled. Their faces were expressionless, and their threatening intent was obvious.
Moan was the name of the woman's husband. He was an arms broker, an intelligence dealer, and the owner of a bar. The reason he accepted Sheyan's job was because of the generous reward, but he asked his wife to put on an act for the sake of his whole family's lives.
Moan knew the detailed whereabouts of the Nigerian Golden Mask, but he also knew that the only outcome for the Zandala tribe who betrayed Benghazi was that their whole family would die in a smelly ditch with at least 20 bullet holes in their bodies. However, Moan still coveted the bounty ….
Okay, that was what happened to Party Ace. The only reason Moan did not want to kill them was because these customers were all from the United States. Killing them would only bring more trouble.
Party Ace did not make a move. Reef even cooperatively raised his hands, but No. 7 had already slid down from the top of the bar's back door like a ghost. He put his arm around the shoulders of two AK-wielding thugs like an old friend, then slammed them into each other.
The two hatchet men's AK-47s were smashed into smithereens, and their bodies naturally went limp. Beside them, one of the hatchet men leapt away, raised his gun and aimed. Unexpectedly, No.7 pounced forward and bit his neck. One could even describe it as a lick. That hatchet man's finger was clearly placed on the trigger, yet he couldn't pull it down. Instead, his body was corroded by the toxins of the Ndipaya Marshland.
One of the thugs fainted. Mr. Kulutego did not even enter his combat state. He threw a coconut shell at the thug and knocked him out. He was still chewing potato chips in his mouth. This was Mr. Kulutego's new love interest. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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