Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 23: Boundary weapons

After negotiating with the priest, everyone's ban on movement was lifted. I told them that if anyone wanted to leave, they would leave immediately, but to stay, they had to listen to me and Fu Jiang's orders. I thought they wanted to stay away from us, but unexpectedly everyone stayed.

　　 Maybe they are afraid that this will be another loyalty test, but I have repeatedly emphasized that they will not shoot in the back just because they leave. In the end, the black woman explained to everyone that there was nowhere to go even if she left. The world is full of monsters and the exit is here, so it's better to be in the same boat with us.

　　 The previous priest's explanation of the secrets of the magic pattern, as well as the equipment of me and Fu Jiang, have once again ignited the hope of success.

　　 "Sorry, I had to." I apologized to black women when I was treating black women.

　　 She glared at me fiercely, but in the end she smiled bitterly. Her eyes and eyebrows looked heroic, and her thick lips added a touch of sexiness. When I broke the tail of the arrow and pulled the shaft out of her shoulder, her face was wrinkled in pain.

　　 "You bastard! Brat!"

　　 "If it makes you feel better, just scold it." I said, and stuffed the gray stone into her mouth: "This is the gray stone. If you eat it, your injury will get better soon."

　　 She held the grey stone in her mouth and hesitated for a while, but finally swallowed it.

　　 "Don't think that this is the end of the matter, see if I get better, I won't kick your **** in half!"

　　 "If you can do it."

　　 I laughed disapprovingly. Her tone was still very angry, but there was no resentment anymore. The attitude of the victim depends on how well the treatment is done after being injured. As long as adequate compensation is made, in most cases, only people with small belly chicken intestines will worry about it.

　　 Speaking of it, threats and caring are like the two crutches of the superior. This is also the knowledge I have learned from the work of the student union.

　　 "What's your name?" I asked.

　　 "Cui Di."

　　"Police?"

　　 "Yes, the Los Angeles Criminal Team." Probably because Greystone has worked, Cui Di's ugly expression is much smoother, she leaned against the wall and paid attention to the wound on her shoulder from time to time. "It's a terrible day. The vacation I finally got is wasted. I want to go shopping, buy clothes, buy shoes, watch jewelry, hell!"

　　 "After you go back, you have enough time to splurge. Get your energy up, now we need you."

　　 I patted her on the shoulder and turned to leave. She shouted from behind: "Hey, if you want to help, please return my gun!"

　　 "It's my gun now. I will think about it." I replied without looking back.

　　Tomie and the priest squatted in a corner not knowing what they were thinking about. The hippie with a broken finger was left unattended in the corner, sitting there alone with his knees on his knees, groaning from time to time, because he lowered his head, he couldn't see his expression, loneliness and helplessness entangled him like a nightmare.

　　The other three stayed together. It was obvious that they had just reached a new agreement. They had nothing to do with each other, but they hugged each other closely. They talked from time to time, looking at other people constantly, and they seemed a little nervous.

　　I use magic patterns to verify their intelligence. The hippie is called James, the middle-aged man in a suit is called Kennedy, the burgundy-haired woman is called Ellie, and the casual wearer is called Rahul. They look like Indians from their name and appearance. Including Cui Di, they are all E-class ordinary people without exception. This result is slightly different from my original estimate.

　　 Cui Di is a criminal police officer. She thought she would be a D-class like Fu Jiang, but Mageweave's judgment on "talent" is obviously stricter. Speaking of it, I still don't know what Fu Jiang's talents are recognized.

Fr.　　's information is blank. I don't know why this is, but I have some guesses in my mind.

　　 "Hey, Mageweave Messenger." Fu Jiang saw me walking by and deliberately greeted me with this title. I also nodded solemnly at her tit-for-tat.

　　"Father, what's your name?"

　　 "Xi Sen." The priest answered happily.

The name 　　 seems to have been heard somewhere.

　　"Xi Sen is a Ph.D. in anthropology and sociology. Recently, a paper was published in a scientific journal."

　　""Society and Humanities"?" I was vaguely impressed by Fu Jiang.

　　 "Yes, you also subscribed to that magazine?" Fu Jiang said in a little surprise, "That magazine is quite professional, so few students should read it."

　　 "No, I only order "Science Fiction World". But I saw it at the post office." I asked the priest curiously: "I thought you were a theologian."

　　 "I studied and studied theology in a church school since I was a child." The gray-haired priest said politely, "But as a bridge between God and mankind, a true priest must not only understand his own God, but also understand People who are lambs, aren’t they?"

　　 "My own god?" I faintly felt that there was something wrong with this statement, but I couldn't tell where there was a problem.

　　 "What's the matter?" The priest interrupted my thoughts aloud.

　　"Uh...that, do you still have graystone?"

　　"There are more than a dozen grains, do you want?"

　　 "If you can."

Father 　　, apart from anything else, handed ten soy-sized graystones into my hands. These graystones are at least made of D-class monsters. The priest told me that monsters below level C must use corpses to make graystone, but level C monsters have ready-made graystone-like crystals in their bodies, which they call magic cores. Ordinary Chosen without Mageweave can't make greystone by themselves, so their source of Greystone is to hunt down C-level monsters except from the Mageweave messenger.

　　 As you can imagine, it is quite difficult.

　　"Graystone can not only be consumed, but can also be used to increase the damage to those monsters, right? I know that some weapons found in this world have graystone ingredients."

　　 "That's right. We call this kind of weapon a ‘boundary weapon’, and only finite-boundary weapons can appear in the weapon column of your profile."

　　"How do I get boundary weapons?"

　　"Luck or make it yourself."

　　 I continued to wait for the priest to speak, but after a while, I didn’t get the following.

　　 "That's it?" I asked hesitantly.

　　 "That's it."

　　 I took a deep breath and let out my disappointment slowly.

　　"How many boundary weapons do you have?"

　　"All except Glock."

　　 I called Fu Jiang aside and told her about my plan. The embarrassment when facing C-level monsters last night is still vivid. Although firearms are not necessarily better than axes, they are much better than homemade bows and crossbows in terms of lethality. So I decided to stay in this temporary safety zone. Create more graystone bullets.

　　 "I have seen that Glock's bullets and revolvers can be used together. I plan to add greystone powder to Glock's bullets."

　　 "Then I'll see how many bullets they have." Fu Jiang said tacitly.

　　 "What about James?" I asked.

　　 "Who?"

　　 "Hippie."

　　 "Oh, he..." Fu Jiang gave a casual glance over there, "Let him live and die."

　　 "You can't wait to see him."

　　 "Can you tell?" Fu Jiang laughed: "I don't like his eyes and attitude. I know what he is thinking."

　　 "I know too." I turn to the text: "Do you think you can keep him?"

　　 "It's not how I feel, it's how you think." She paused for a moment, and said deeply.

　　 Fu Jiang and I stared at each other for a long while.

　　 "Your actions, you come to the end." Finally, I said so.

　　Tomie just shrugged.

　　 then began to make bullets.

　　 Shotgun is a boundary weapon, and its bullets naturally have graystone components. I took apart a shotgun bullet and analyzed the structure of the introduction. Then grind a limestone the size of a soybean into a powder. Pull out Glock's magazine, take out a bullet, pick up the bullet and pour out the gunpowder. Finally, mix the graystone powder into the gunpowder, stir it and reload it.

　　 These processes are very rough, just my guess. After all, I don’t even know the proportion of graystone in the left-wheel bullet, and the shotgun bullet is quite different from the left-wheel bullet. So I just guessed that the more graystone ingredients, the more effective it is ~ IndoMTL.com~ The live ammunition test was carried out according to the intuitive ratio, and I tried to ensure the power of the gunpowder while adding more graystone powder.

　　 The air in this place is not well circulated, and the protective clothing is not taken off. I quickly sweated as I concentrated. When I looked up, I realized that everyone's eyes were on me. Except for Tomoe and the priest, everyone was very curious. The hippie who had been listless also shrank his injured hand and looked over from a few steps away.

　　"How?" Fujiang asked.

　　 "Just shoot it." I said.

　　 "There is no target here." Cui Di said.

　　 Their eyes fell on the stone platform, but they were immediately interrupted by my imagination.

　　 "No. This place is a soil and stone structure, there is no problem with testing the gun."

　　 I took them to the gate of the tunnel, half-closed the gate, and on the other side, the left wheel of the test bullet was slanted at the stone wall of the tunnel and pulled the trigger. Because of the angle and the existence of the obstructing door, even if the bullet rebounds, it will not accidentally injure oneself.

After the gunfire fell, we went in and checked. The bullet was deeply embedded in the stone wall and did not rebound. We note the depth of the bullet hole, as well as the position and muzzle angle of the previous stand. Returning to the cylindrical space, three bullets were made according to other ratios, and they were tested one by one and compared with the data. Finally, a more ideal ratio was obtained.

　　 Next, I, Tomoe, Father, and Cui Di worked together to transform all the bullets into special bullets with graystone composition. After reloading, Glock really appeared in the weapon item of personal data.

　　 a total of twenty bullets, exhausting the graystone contributed by the priest. But everyone who witnessed the success of the experiment cheered up and swept away their previous desolate state.

　　 Taking advantage of our morale, we decided to set off.