My ten thousand ways to die in the end

Chapter 260 S score, beggars on the street

Xu Fei looked very satisfied.

Although it is said that these bugs cannot reproduce infinitely like in the simulator, it helps the command center to expand to a global scale within two years.

But the thousand remaining completely harmless insect eggs are enough to add another sharp edge to the command center.

He opened any door, and brought the remaining one thousand bugs back to the gathering place of the science and technology park.

[Successful survival, score S, congratulations on getting War Fury. 】

[War Rage: Attacking and being attacked will increase your anger value, and anger will increase your critical strike chance and critical strike multiplier. 】

anger?
Xu Fei felt a mysterious power coming out of his body, and felt a little familiar for no reason.

This is another ability related to anger.

And to his surprise, this ability can almost perfectly match the green giant's angry heart!
As long as he is in battle, he can increase the rage value, which can increase the power brought by the heart of anger, and can also increase the critical damage of his attacks.

In this case, wouldn't he become a perpetual motion machine, getting stronger as he fought?
Xu Fei stood in an empty basement, clenched his fists, felt the surging power in his body, and scanned the more than 1000 elite Zerg waiting for the host in front of him.

Like an emperor conquering the world!

He longed for a rival to try his newfound abilities on.

……

With Xu Fei's return and the issuance of his password, a silent storm was set off in the gathering places of science and technology parks, including the subordinate Binjiang Road, Trade City and so on.

Beside a bustling street with people coming and going, there was an unkempt young man sitting on the side of the street.

In front of him was a tattered small porcelain bowl with one corner broken.

Inside the bowl were five dirty copper coins.

One of his trouser legs was tied in a knot, and it was empty inside. Through the messy long hair and scattered beard, he could still see his handsome appearance and a pair of clear eyes.

He tapped the rim of the bowl with a twig:
"Can you give me a copper coin, just one, please."

"I just want one, I really need this one today!"

He begged everyone who passed by in a low voice.

It's a pity that this is the end of the day, and who has spare money in their hands.

There are many beggars on this street.

Although, Xu Fei created several major industries and brought stable jobs to countless people.

But it is a pity that those who are physically disabled or suffering from diseases are still difficult to be protected.

This is no way.

Even before the apocalypse, in that almost peaceful era, these sick people were vulnerable groups, let alone now.

There was another homeless man not far away, his body seemed to be fine, so the bowl in front of him was even more empty.

joked:
"Brother, the five copper coins in your bowl have been stored for a week, why not use them?
I see that you were still eating worms in the soil yesterday, it's disgusting.

Are you trying to save money to buy a house? "

"Hahaha"

The bored beggars in the whole street burst out laughing.

Here, almost everyone gets a little money and immediately spends it on food and clothes.

Otherwise, they would freeze to death and starve to death.

Only this young man is very strange. The money he asked for has never been used and has been kept.

Then it was emptied one day, and no one knew what he bought.

I didn't buy clothes or quilts, nor did I buy any food to satisfy my hunger.

It's a miracle to be alive.

But their words didn't seem to reach the ears of the beggar with the broken leg at all.

He was still working on his work, earnestly asking every passerby for a copper coin.

The tramp rolled his eyes and had a thought.

He walked over step by step, stood beside the young man, and suddenly reached out his hand while he was not paying attention!
The target is five copper coins in the bowl!
Not much, but enough to feed them, and perhaps have money left over for a small glass of beer.

His fingertips touched the copper coins in the bowl, and his eyes shone brightly.

"Since you don't need it, just leave it to me to help you use it!"

"puff"

Before the smile on his face dissipated, he saw a gleaming dagger stabbed hard into the back of his hand!
Nail your hands to the dirt floor completely!
Blood instantly stained the entire rocky floor tile below.

"what!!"

The shrill screams resounded throughout the street, and the beggars who were watching nearby did not dare to come up to help.

Passers-by just glanced at it and walked away in disgust.

Although there are managers and ratman troops to maintain order, this is the end of the world after all, and fighting is a common occurrence.

As long as you don't overdo it, no one cares.

It's like a fight between beggars, and a palm is pierced, which is no different from two dogs fighting on the side of the road and biting the dog's leg.

The young beggar with a broken leg raised his head, his eyes were cold:
"Get your dirty hands off me..."

"Damn it, I think too, you should draw your sword first!"

The young beggar was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he pulled out the knife.

"Sorry, reflex."

The hideous wound was exposed on the back of the homeless man's hand.

After the knife was gone, the bleeding from this wound became more serious. He quickly pulled out a few cloths that were barely clean from the inside of his clothes, and wrapped them tightly.

The severe pain made the homeless man's lips pale, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his whole body was trembling.

Looking at the disabled beggar who seemed harmless to humans and animals in front of him, he was extremely frightened.

To be precise, he was more afraid of the military dagger in his hand.

"Forget it...you're ruthless, just wait for me!"

With one hand on his arm, the homeless man stumbled away from the scene.

The young beggar with a broken leg didn't even look at each other, but carefully wiped the blood off the blade with his clothes.

He picked up five copper coins from the broken bowl and wiped them clean one by one.

I cherish it very much.

"when……"

A crisp voice sounded, and a happy smile appeared on the young man's face.

This sound is familiar to him, it is the sound of coins falling into a porcelain bowl!

Looking up, it was a mercenary soldier in combat uniform. He smiled and said:
"The knife just now was beautiful, and this is your reward."

The young beggar propped himself up on one leg and kowtowed hard:
"thanks……"

When he looked up again, the man had already gone a long way.

The young beggar collected six copper coins and struggled to leave the street on one leg and a cane.

As soon as he turned his head, he entered an exquisite cake shop.

When the people in the shop watched the beggar come in, they all frowned and stood aside.

The waiter hurriedly drove away:
"Where are you beggars from, get out quickly, if there is anything that can't be sold at night, it will naturally be distributed to you."

But the young beggar with a broken leg didn't say anything, limped, and came to the next shelf with a clear goal, took out a clean bag, and carefully wrapped a palm-sized small strawberry cake.

Then he grabbed a handful of coins from his pocket and placed them on the container.

"Sorry for disturbing you."

Turn around and leave.

The waiter looked stunned:
"Are there still beggars who can afford cakes these days?"

He walked over to pick up the coins, and counted them roughly, exactly six coins, exactly the same as the price tag.

Moreover, this beggar seemed to be very qualified, from the time he entered the door to the time he left, he didn't touch anything, and he didn't leave a piece of dirt behind.

The waiter couldn't help but sigh.

"It's a pity that such a talented and young person is missing a leg.

Fortunately, I have hands and feet, and I can still be a doomsday wage earner. "

(End of this chapter)