"Quick!"
"Absorb!"
"Absorb for me!"
"Absorb fiercely for me!"
Diving like a limit chong.prick beside the corpse of the Gang member, Michael frantically shouted in his mind.
Visibly, the corpse rapidly withered and decayed, as if time had accelerated a hundred, a thousand times over on it.
First it withered, then decayed, then turned to bone, and finally to sand... With a gentle breeze, even the last trace of sand dissipated into nothingness.
Even the blood that had flowed from the corpse disappeared without a trace.
Seeing this strange sight, Michael's eyes widened instantly.
This... this... isn't this exactly like the special effect when Sunset Purple Sweet Potato snapped his fingers!
This [mutated gem] is too powerful!
It didn't even leave behind personal belongings or even the bullets that hit the corpse?
All traces dissipated cleanly, and even the road that had been soaked with blood became perfectly dry.
Is this the powerful [mutated gem]?
After a while, Michael finally came back to his senses.
Although he had seen this kind of special effect a few times in movies.
But it was only when Michael personally faced it that he could feel the wonder within it.
It was also at this time that Michael's mindset began to truly change.
Ultimately, before this, Michael was truly just an ordinary young man in society.
But now, Michael had decided that in this life, he would become a true strong person!
A strong person who could easily reach this level with his own strength!
A strong person who, in the future, would be a thousand, ten thousand, a billion times more formidable than this level!
Michael: I! Don't want to be bald, but I also want to become strong!
...Thanks to the magical effect brought by the 'lurking sunglasses.'
Although Michael had been lying here for a while, no one ever looked at him, and not even a stray bullet flew in his direction again.
However, looking at the fiercely battling Gang members, Michael's eyes grew brighter and brighter!
[So many energy points!]
[They're all mine!!!]
"Huh~"
"Why is there only 0.5 energy points?"
"It's going to take away half the energy points?"
While sizing up the battlefield, preparing to seize an opportunity to pick up scraps, Michael immersed part of his mind into his thoughts and discovered the energy points he had gained from recycling that corpse earlier.
"So, even if I recycle a living person, I can only get two energy points?"
"One energy point is two thousand U.S. dollars, two energy points are four thousand U.S. dollars."
"Hiss~~~"
"I'm recycling a living person for four thousand U.S. dollars?"
Michael glanced at the two warring sides; there were about forty to fifty people.
"Hiss~~~"
"Isn't this like 200,000 U.S. dollars on the move?"
"Bah!"
"As a successor to socialism."
"Even if I transmigrated! I can't have such disharmonious thoughts!"
"No! I must review the core socialist values: Harmony! Freedom! Prosperity!"
"Wealth! Prosperity! Wealth! Prosperity!"
"Money! Prosperity! Money! Prosperity!"
"Money! Gold! Gold! Money!"
"Money!krypton Gold!krypton Gold! Money!"
"Huh?"
"Something seems wrong?"
"Forget it, I don't care!"
"In this game of life, how can I get stronger without spending money?"
"For a harmonious society, those moving piles of money will just have to do."
"As for those piles of money lying still, it would be a waste not to pick them up, and once picked up, I want to pick more!"
"For gold! For strength!"
"Charge! ! !"
Muttering to himself, Michael once again 'whooshed' and rushed towards the next pile of money lying on the ground!
"Gold! As long as I spend money, I can get stronger!"
..."Hia~hia~hia~"
"Fight!"
"Fight hard!"
"It's best if both sides are severely wounded!"
"It would be even better if they could all perish together!"
The Gang members on both sides of the conflict didn't know that while they were fighting to the death.
Someone was quietly following behind them, silently making a fortune!
While keeping an eye on the energy points in his mind and observing the two sides exchanging Fire, strangely, Michael didn't feel any discomfort from seeing blood for the first time.
For others, seeing everything in the world means their heart is naturally without code.
But looking at Michael, it's probably the opposite; the battlefield in his eyes automatically generates code!
The terrifying wounds caused by gunfights and even Rocket explosions had completely lost their frightening attributes for Michael, directly turning into dazzling golden special effects!
"Fight!"
"Why are you hiding?"
"Stand up!"
"Holy crap!"
"You're holding an AK and you don't even dare to suppress the enemy?"
"And you, with that pathetic little pistol, not even aiming, are you shooting at thin air?!"
Seeing that the energy points in his mind had been stable at 9 for quite a while, Michael was so angry at the Gang members on both sides for their lack of effort, wishing he could teach them not to lie down but to stand up and fight!
Fortunately, Michael didn't lose his mind and actually stood out to do so.
Before this, although bundles of money lying on the ground were left untouched, Michael was very happy to collect them.
But on a battlefield with flying bullets, the 'lurking sunglasses,' which only work on people and surveillance, are useless against stray bullets.
A stray bullet, appearing from who knows where, accurately hit Michael's arm.
Michael's scream at that moment was truly tragic.
If it weren't for the fantastical effect of the 'lurking sunglasses,' and the fact that the center of the conflict was already roaring with gunFire, Michael would have been discovered long ago, and how could he have quietly made a fortune!
However, it must be said that the passive protective effect of the [mutated gem] on Michael was truly extraordinary!
Michael saw with his own eyes that under the cover of an unknown energy, the stray bullet that had shattered his arm was directly squeezed out by his arm muscles.
Then, with a tingling sensation, the shattered arm immediately returned to its original state, soft and White.
If it weren't for the bullet-pierced sleeve and the bloodstains on it, it would be impossible to tell that this arm had been shot.
Even so, Michael still hadn't thought of personally facing dozens of guns.
You have to understand, that really hurt! A high-speed bullet piercing through flesh and finally stopping in the bone—Michael absolutely did not want to experience that kind of pain again.
Therefore, after that, Michael, who was collecting corpses—oh, no, collecting money—moved even more flamboyantly.
Michael: You mobile little piggy banks, if you don't vote or give flowers, I'll collect all of you in a bit!