"Ah?" Tang Dao exclaimed. He let go of his hand and dropped the pistol to the ground. His face was a little pale and his arms were trembling. His eyes suddenly widened and he licked his lips that were dry for a moment, "Just...what was it just now?"

The fear of the unknown almost made him run away, but after all, he was a reborn person. People can live two lives, so what else is impossible?

Tang Dao seemed to be hypnotizing himself. After a while, he gingerly picked up the revolver, and the information box popped up again. A virtual screen appeared in front of him, with many items marked on it, such as weapon category, price limit, and exchange for new weapons.

"What...what is this?" Tang Dao stretched out his hand to touch it, but it penetrated the screen.

[Receiving target information, scanning and assimilating the world pattern, confirming that the assimilation is completed, starting the system, defining the highest level...] ​​A neutral electronic synthesized voice resounded in his mind. Suddenly, Tang Dao felt as if his head was going to explode. Countless messages

He got in, and he held his head in pain with a ferocious look on his face.

…

When Tang Dao opened his eyes again, his back was wet and he broke into a cold sweat. He shook his head and sorted through the information inside.

Ten minutes later, Tang Dao was so excited that he was trembling!

World nuclear peace!

Simply understand that this is a technological product from a high-dimensional civilization that focuses on war. Weapons are updated rapidly, and their power and effect far exceed that of humans. In the distant Big Bang era, the world's nuclear level fell into this world, and will continue until the end.

, until it becomes an intelligent life and looks for a suitable host.

And Tang Dao was the 78th low-level life he chose, and he finally succeeded. As for the ones who failed, they should have been reincarnated successfully.

“World Nuclear Peace.”

Tang Dao stared with disbelief in his eyes, but the next second, he realized that he had the ability to change the world.

After a long time, he calmed down and took out a pack of Marlboros on the bedside table. This is one of the best-selling cigarette brands in the world. He would not smoke it at ordinary times. He opened it, smelled the nicotine, and picked up one.

The lighter clicked, I frowned, took a deep sip, rolled it in my mouth, and spit it out, my voice was a little hoarse.

"I think I'm going to be awesome."

Lockheed Martin (LMT.N), Boeing (BA.N), BAE Systems (BAES.L), Raytheon (RTN.N), imagine if you could compete with these giants in the military industry, what would it be?

What a scene.

However, a beep brought him back.

[Level 1 main task: Selling Cobra revolvers (exceeding the local market price). Reward. Two employees (randomly selected). Failure, all property confiscated! 】

Tang Dao took a deep breath and pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray made of a mineral water bottle. He was not sleepy at all. He stood in the window wearing a pair of big pants and let the cold wind blow to calm himself down.

Late at night, Conway Street is quiet. It is far away from the city center. As one of the Chinese gathering areas, it is even dubbed by white people: "The garbage!". Following the swaying night lights, you can see a few people swaying.

The drunkard was holding up the wall and vomiting violently. Suddenly, one of them seemed to have gone crazy. He raised his foot and kicked the trash can next to him, shouting curse words.

Tang Dao tilted his head and could hear vaguely.

"Those bastards from Bedona Street took ours... and wanted to chop it... to feed the fish."

"Lute, we can't help it, they have guys." A black young man with a stroke next to him said helplessly. If he hadn't opened his mouth, Tang Dao really wouldn't have noticed that there was someone here.

"Then let's buy weapons too! Kill those bastards." Perhaps he was too drunk. When Root heard this, he got drunk and shouted angrily.

Bang.

Tang Dao closed the old wooden window, locked it, and said two words of his name, "Lute..."

He smelled a buyer.

But he is more rational. Should he rush down and grab the other person and ask, "Hey, man, do you want some goods?" Then he will definitely be taken to an alley as "The duck".

This has to happen slowly.

Tang Dao looked at the old-fashioned wall clock hanging on the wall. It was three o'clock in the morning. I will find someone to ask questions tomorrow. Now...sleep.

I tried my best to close my eyes, but I could clearly hear the strong heartbeats in the darkness and was very excited.

…

"Tang, open the door, your milk." A rude slam on the door instantly woke up the confused Tang Dao. He sat upright like a spring, stared, and breathed rapidly. After a few seconds, his body muscles

Then he softened, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, lifted the quilt, put on his flip-flops and went to open the door.

squeak…

The wooden door is still a little cracked and makes some noise.

Standing outside the door was a young man wearing a small vest. He had curly hair and a thin build. He was carrying a box. There was a golden retriever sitting next to him. He stuck out his tongue and gasped for air.

"Good morning, Kanter, long time no see, Kan." Tang Dao touched the golden retriever's head, and the latter squinted and rubbed it with enjoyment.

Kanter took out two bottles of milk from the box and handed them to him. He looked at Tang Dao and said hesitantly, "Man, I heard that you encountered a gunfight yesterday? God bless you, just be fine."

Tang Dao was startled, then nodded with a wry smile. He didn't expect the news to spread so quickly, "It's okay, those people are like a gang vendetta, I can hide quickly."

Kanter nodded with feeling, "The gang war in Warsaw is so fierce. The police officers are almost going crazy. I heard that there is a group of drug dealers coming from Tijuana next door. You have to be careful."

After he finished speaking, he patted Tang Dao on the shoulder and was about to leave. As soon as he turned around, he was grabbed by the latter. He looked at him in confusion and asked in surprise, "Is there anything else?"

"Do you know there is a man named Lute here?" Tang Dao asked. He was afraid that the other party would recognize the wrong person, so he added, "There is just a black man following him."

Black person?

Root?

Kanter frowned and thought for a moment, then snapped his fingers, "Are you talking about the rich second generation at Conway Street?"

Rich second generation?

Seeing Tang Dao's confused look, Kanter casually said, "His father runs a restaurant on Conway Street, and the business is good." The topic changed, "But he is not that good. He eats, drinks, whores, and gambles. He once took a

Vanzloti went to the Mexican border to gamble with others, cheated, and almost had his hand chopped off. He was also kidnapped and spent 100,000 zlotys to redeem him. He is a typical prodigal."

Is it so rich to open a restaurant?

Farke!

Tang Dao shook his head to drive away the distracting thoughts in his mind, and asked quickly, "Then do you know what the black man's name is? Where can I meet him?"

"That's Hall, he works as a plumber at the supermarket in front."

"Thank you very much, Kanter, I'll treat you to a drink next time." Tang Dao said with a smile on his face after getting the answer he wanted.

"OK, I'm going to deliver the milk first, Fuck, it's almost ten o'clock, and the money is going to be deducted." After Kanter gestured, he looked at his watch and hurriedly led the dog away.

Tang Dao found a sandwich that was about to expire from the refrigerator and took a few bites. After hesitating, he called Smith and asked him to check if Root had a criminal record. Smith obviously knew Root and told him on the phone.

, this is a troubled boy, well-known in the police station, and he asked Tang Dao not to have any interaction with him. After Tang Dao responded casually, he hung up the phone, put on his clothes, stuffed the Cobra pistol into his pocket, and left.

As we walked in, we were greeted by acquaintances along the way, and the older generation asked with great concern what happened yesterday, and sighed and said that the security situation is not good recently.

Since his grandfather started coming to Warsaw, three generations of his grandparents have lived here for nearly 30 years. He has a good relationship with his neighbors. After Tang Dao smiled and replied a few words, he walked towards the supermarket where Hall worked.

This supermarket is called: "Saturday".

Two-tenths of Poland have supermarkets with this name. It’s a mess.

After asking several staff members, Tang Dao successfully found Hall, but this guy... was stealing something?!

He held a piece of chocolate in his left hand and stuffed it into his mouth, then carefully stuffed several boxes of condoms into his clothes. This operation made Tang Dao dumbfounded. He waited until the other party zipped it up before he said, "Hey, man.

"

"ah!"

Hall was startled, clinging to the container like a spider. His eyes widened in fear, he swallowed, and breathed heavily. When he saw that he was an Asian, he raised his fists and said, "What are you doing, get out of here!"

"Don't worry, I'm not a policeman. I'm looking for you because I want to do a business with you." Tang Dao spread his hands and raised his palms, "At least you can earn 100 US dollars."

Hall swallowed the swear words in his mouth instantly, and said: "$$" in his eyes. He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and his attitude became enthusiastic, "What business?"

"Take me to see Root. Afterwards, I will give you a Franklin."

"What are you doing with him?" Hall asked, frowning.

Tang Dao shook his head, "You just need to take me there, $100 is enough for you to have a good meal."

This made Hall very confused. Although he was hanging out with Root, that guy was rich, but he was too stingy! The largest sum he ever gave to Hall was 20 US dollars. Farke... Are all the children of capitalists so stingy?

Hall has three younger sisters in his family, and together with his parents, US$100 can support them for half a month.

"I need a deposit, sir." Hall gritted his teeth and spoke.

Tang Dao had a look on his face. He didn't have much money in total, so how could he give it? But he pretended to be very serious, frowned, folded his hands, "Sorry, I don't believe black people, I'm afraid you will take it."

My money is gone."

"Then how can I trust you?" Hall looked ugly.

"I am a child of Conway Street." Tang Dao's words left Hall speechless for a moment.

You can run away from the monk, but you can't run away from the temple.

"Okay, I'll take you there, but if you lie to me, just wait for death." Hall said angrily, found the person in charge, asked for a half-day leave, and took Tang Dao to a bathing center at the corner of Conway Street.

.

"He's here five out of ten hours." Hall said casually as he stepped up the steps.

Tang Dao looked strange. Is this guy so powerful?
To be continued...