Although there has been no interaction between this life and Margie Green, Barrett Walker has an unconscious fear of her, and he has figured out where this symptom comes from. Perhaps it is the inferiority of the past life that has made Margie Green's insult deeply embedded in his heart.
When a man is about to marry a woman, whether he loves her or not, he always has a different kind of feeling for her. But when this woman loudly announces in front of everyone that she is pregnant with someone else's child, you can imagine the insult. However, in the previous life, Barrett Walker was powerless to fight back, which is ridiculous!
Watching Margie Green's sports car roar away, Barrett Walker couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, realizing that he really needed to exercise his mental strength.
"Even though we are temporary roommates, please don't forget who is in charge!"
The tall, thin man glanced at the short, fat man, then collected the money and left.
"Hmph! You have nothing except being poor. You pretend to be handsome and rich!"
The short, fat man snorted angrily, glaring menacingly at Barrett Walker, the threat clear in his expression.
"Bill! I told you not to call me by my name. Can't you understand? We're in the middle of a robbery!"
The tall, thin man suddenly turned around and reprimanded.
"Who said I called you by your name? You're not even handsome and rich."
The short, fat man gestured with his knife, instantly frightening everyone into a huddle, too scared to look up, and even scaring Barrett Walker into squeezing into the crowd.
"Who did I provoke?!"
Looking at the terrified passengers, Barrett Walker didn't know how many of them were real participants, but in this ordinary place, he shouldn't expect any "heroes" to come to the rescue. He had to quickly deal with these two thieves and go eat at the rich man's place!
Luckily, he was as light as a feather, a twenty-three-year-old loser. As the bus headed towards an empty place, Barrett Walker looked at the tall thief who was collecting money with his back to him. Barrett Walker no longer hesitated to go forward and grab the knife. This was his first time taking action in such a situation.
"Ah! Let go, you dog!"
The tall thief dodged like he had eyes on his back, and Barrett Walker's foot landed right on the resisting man's chin, causing him to release the thin thief's hand and end up being the one to help.
After the chaos subsided, everyone started to take action and seized the two thieves in the confusion. Of course, Barrett Walker exerted the most effort, but someone ended up getting cut with a knife, bleeding profusely. Looking at the blood on his arm, Barrett Walker couldn't help but feel dizzy, sitting down in a seat and hearing continuous shouts in his ears about going to the police station.
When Barrett Walker finally came to from the dizziness, he found that he was already at the police station. He couldn't afford to delay here, so he immediately reacted, pounding on the bus door and shouting, "Open the door, I want to get out! Who told you to bring me here."
But no matter how Barrett Walker pounded on the door, no one responded. Instead, they all looked at him with strange and guarded expressions, as if to say that he was acting suspiciously, and indeed, his actions were too peculiar. Despite speaking and helping out on both sides, now he was at the police station entrance and didn't dare to go in.
Barrett Walker looked at the people around him with strange expressions, suddenly speculating, but he didn't have a chance to say so much. The police and army in the second world were all NPCs, and they were indeed a bit worse than real people. If he went in and was misunderstood, he really would have a hard time explaining, especially since it would waste time.
Frustrated, he kicked the bus door, despite it still moving, and jumped out without hesitation.
A large group of police officers saw the bus coming and quickly surrounded it, and without a word, they arrested Barrett Walker, not listening to anything he said. Watching them carry out their duties, Barrett Walker only felt that artificial intelligence was so annoying.
"Hey! Can't you hear me? I have important things to do! The alien monsters are about to take over the entire second world. If you don't let me go, you will be the criminals of the entire federation!"
Barrett Walker shouted loudly, constantly twisting his body.
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"Get in there, and you can shout as much as you want."
A police NPC threw Barrett Walker into a cell, closing the iron door. The conditions were passable, a single room.
"Hey! You ungrateful people, I saved you and you treat me like this! You've turned me into a thief. You heartless, indifferent, and cold-hearted bitches..."
In this regard, the second world was still better than ancient China, where there was no human touch for the people. You could shout as much as you wanted in the cell, and the police wouldn't bother you.
Barrett Walker also got tired of shouting, especially since when you shouted, the people in the neighboring cells would join in, which had no cheering effect and only made him feel exhausted. Sitting silently for a long time, he didn't see the tall and thin thieves come in. They were probably still making records!
Barrett Walker couldn't help but self-mock, this was the result of being a hero. He gradually became despondent, thinking that if he missed the opportunity to be here, he might be mediocre for the rest of his life, and he would have no interaction with Julia Menard.
"What are you going to do? Let me go. I've already decided to use this opportunity to improve myself, but you make me stay in this place."
Barrett Walker looked up at the ceiling, constantly complaining, wondering why he didn't get any reward for doing two good deeds in a row!
Is it that in addition to the twisted society, even the laws of nature have been distorted?
Boom!
Just as Barrett Walker was feeling sorry for himself, the entire second world suddenly began to shake. Barrett Walker knew that it had already started, as the police building was directly penetrated by a beam of light, and countless stones fell, the entire building ringing with screams as countless NPCs were evaporated by the light.
When Barrett Walker was three years old, he had been on the battlefield with his war god grandfather. His memories weren't very clear, but he occasionally thought of certain scenes. Alien monsters were generally divided into low and high energy types, the main forces of the alien monsters. The most formidable of them were the mysterious humanoid monsters, which were rarely seen, and few people had seen their true appearance. The photos from various places only showed blurry humanoid images, and they were extremely mysterious, but they all had one common feature: extreme power.
This beam of light should be the ability of the high-energy monsters, equivalent to the laser beams in human high-tech, but more flexible and changeable.
Barrett Walker hid in a corner, having learned some information about today's "doomsday bell" from the previous life. The first to be attacked were the various military and police NPCs, followed by a flood of low-energy monsters attacking and occupying and slaughtering several major cities.
Although he didn't know how powerful the server of the second world was, Barrett Walker knew that this so-called "super, super, super" computer, which was one of the greatest inventions of the human world comparable to nuclear weapons, had rejected the federal government's request to cheat and protect the residents with its fair and rigid attitude.
Humans were strange like that. It was precisely because of the maintenance of this "super, super, super" computer that a large number of humans were injured, but it also prevented the second world from collapsing. Perhaps having life and death was what made it a haven for humans, and some powerful people even joked that this was a real world, and it was the great way.
Recalling these things now, Barrett Walker felt unlucky to be in such a place and didn't know if Baron's plane had arrived yet.
Looking at the bodies lying around, the bright, dazzling blood made Barrett Walker turn away, unable to look around. He kicked open the broken iron door and crawled out, looking at the ruined ruins. It was extremely quiet, and this was the power of the alien monsters!
Remembering his desire to venture into the wilderness to test his abilities in reality, he was suddenly drenched in a cold sweat, realizing the audacity of his intentions. Admirable courage.
In this second world, the direct influence of radio waves on the subconscious mind made everything seem so vivid and real. What was once a bustling street had now turned into ruins, with a burnt-out bus serving as a grim reminder of the devastation. It seemed unlikely that anyone had survived.
It was only now that Barrett Walker realized his need for a sniper rifle. It was as if fate had brought him to this dangerous place, and yet he had managed to survive.
Generally, Chinese police are rarely equipped with high-precision sniper rifles, which Barrett Walker found to be a waste. He was merely hoping to come across the sniper rifle he so desperately sought.
In this second world, things were not as easily obtained as in the virtual world. This was what Barrett Walker found most frustrating and yet endearing about this world - it was all too real.
As he looked around the open armory, Barrett Walker was filled with frustration at the sight of no firearms or weapons, not even a baton left behind after the looting. The thoroughness of the robbery was truly astonishing. It had only been a few minutes!
Undeterred, Barrett Walker continued his search, confident in his own luck. "I knew it, there had to be something meant for me," he exclaimed triumphantly as he gazed at the scene inside the safe, feeling blessed by the heavens.
The Chinese 85 Type 7.62mm sniper rifle, also known as the 79 Type sniper rifle, had the following main technical parameters: caliber: 7.62mm; initial velocity: 830 meters/second; total weight: 4.4 kilograms; total length: 1220 millimeters; effective range: 800 meters; magazine capacity: 10 rounds.
After women, firearms were a man's greatest love. Barrett Walker recalled the most classic phrase: "A true man always carries two guns, one to fight the enemy and one to win the heart of a woman." Though crude, it encapsulated the essence of manhood.
However, faced with the safe, with only a small gap revealing the large gun inside, it was torture to look but not touch. Using a steel rod, Barrett Walker attempted to pry it open, careful not to make too much noise and attract unwanted attention.
Some things were better left unsaid or even thought about. In the distance, the chirping of low-intelligence creatures signaled the approach of a cleanup crew for any stragglers. The safe was incredibly sturdy, leaving Barrett Walker to ponder whether it was imported. The urgency of the situation had him sweating profusely.
Nowhere to go amidst the chaos, and being just a powerless pawn, where could Barrett seek treatment for his injuries? His subconscious mind was sure to take a heavy blow.