Conquer The Comic: I Rely On Unlimited Hunting To Level Up

Chapter 002 Killers, Skills, and Upgrades

Sure enough, before Lear could pull the elevator gate, he saw several youthful female college students hurriedly running in from the door.

"Wait, please wait for us." They hurried over and came to Lear before the elevator gate closed, clasping their hands together and pleading.

Lear casually held down the elevator, and several girls immediately took the opportunity to open the iron fence, rushed in, panted and supported their knees, and thanked Lear: "Sorry, thank you."

Lear glanced at them, they were all girls with very good figures, and nodded slightly.

The girls manually closed the iron fence of the elevator and huddled on the other side and whispered.

Because his body has undergone several rounds of strengthening, his ears and eyes have far surpassed ordinary people, not to mention that it is a little difficult to hide the volume when girls talk about the sky.

"Don't you think this guy is cool?" The white girl with chestnut hair opened her head, which immediately made several other girls excited and began to talk about Lear's handsomeness and temperament.

"It doesn't seem to be very talkative."

"Isn't that right, this cool and handsome boy, isn't it your thing, Gwen."

The girls couldn't talk a few words and started laughing and playing with each other.

Lear listened to the commotion between them and couldn't help but sigh how good youth is.

Although he is only eighteen years old now, after two lifetimes, he can't return to the feeling of youthful hormones.

On the fourth floor, the elevator stopped, Lear broke the elevator gate, got out of the elevator, glanced at the girls, nodded gently, said hello and turned to leave.

The girls were confused by his appearance, and even forgot to say hello to him, and when the elevator gate was closed by Lear again, the girls screamed in unison, quite a bit of a star brain powder feeling.

Lear turned a deaf ear to the screams behind him, the American character is like this, open, enthusiastic, superficial, and three minutes of heat, if you are serious you lose.

He came to the door of his room, and unlike the other wooden doors, he paid for a stronger iron door, which, although it looked too conspicuous, did scare off many fools.

After opening the iron door, an incomparably huge space appeared in front of him.

American rooms, small and very small, in downtown New York City, most of them are more congested rooms than Tokyo, Japan, and once out of downtown New York, to the remote location where he now rents a house, although it is still an apartment, it looks like a factory building.

The high and wide roof is 4 meters high, which is characteristic of apartments built in the last century.

Because of this, it was divided into two floors after being renovated again.

It is supported and connected by a steel staircase.

The huge, factory-like living room, in addition to the bar and sofa and the large TV, there is also an extremely large work table on which sits a manual cartridge case reloader.

This thing is available in the homes of many gun players, many people are even fully automatic, such as this manual cartridge case reloader, not only time-consuming and laborious, the only advantage is that it can be loaded with any caliber of bullets, and the accuracy is very outstanding.

Lear closed the door, hung his jacket full of gunsmoke on the hanger in the doorway, picked up a can of toner, and used a brush to evenly apply the toner to the arm where he fired.

Fortunately, the entire trench coat is black, and even if it is applied with toner, there will be no abnormalities.

This was to use carbon to absorb gunpowder residues from the gunpowder reaction, and he would not wear this trench coat for a short time.

After cleaning up his trench coat, he pulled two pistols out of his arms.

His muffled M92F was hung in a gun bag, which hung diagonally under his ribs, and he could pull the gun out with his right hand in his arms.

The black gun Glock 17 he picked up was taken out of his belt, unloaded the magazine, removed the bullet in the chamber, and threw it on the workbench.

He let out a heavy breath and walked to the bathroom.

Don't look at him looking decisive, the whole person is like a real killer, brocade clothes night walking.

But in fact, the pressure on his survival is very great.

First of all, his work is gray field.

He himself is positioned more like an anti-hero.

In this world of superheroes and supervillains, his actions are not treated on both sides.

There is a high probability that he will be hit by both sides at the same time.

And he's in the city with the most superheroes: New York City.

It's quite possible that the next second he shoots now, a superhero will come out and fight him and twist him to NYPD (New York Police Department).

But he has this system that can help him upgrade, which is the only thing that can give him the ability to protect himself in this terrible world, and he can't give up this path to becoming stronger.

So the contradictions between the two sides are irreconcilable.

In the current situation, he must kill slowly and honestly, improve his level, and wait for the day when his hidden dragon ascends to the sky.

Now is just a small fight, a real chance, in Avengers 1, when the Zitari invaded Earth.

At that time, it is when he really goes to Oita.

Now....

He opened his personal attribute panel, he has now risen to level 5, before level 4 each level gave him 10 basic attribute points and 2 skill points, so far, except for the marksmanship was added by him level 3, the remaining 8 skill points he has not touched.

And the 50 basic attribute points, except for the ten points he just obtained, have all been added to his average strength, burst, speed, endurance and perception.

He took off his holster and clothes, looked at his well-proportioned muscles like a panther in the mirror, and the whole person exhaled a little, showing a handsome smile to himself in the mirror.

Anyway, everything is getting better, isn't it?

When he turned on the hot water of the shower and planned to carefully rinse his fatigue today, there was a sudden violent vibration in the whole room, which made him instantly come to the sink, put his hands under the sink, and felt an M1911 in the holster made of K sheath.

He leaned naked against the bathroom door and listened warily for three or four seconds before realizing that the vibrations were coming from upstairs.

There seemed to be a party going on upstairs, and the noise of guitars and drums masked everything, even making him think something was going on.

He quietly breathed a sigh of relief and inserted the M1911 back into the holster.

Anyway, it's okay, it's good.