Robbed

Things were developing just as Kirk had envisioned. Ten minutes later, they retreated to the control room to make a stand. Kirk tightly shut the two steel doors, each 2 centimeters thick, but he shattered the glass windows on both doors. Little Fatty gleefully aimed his steel shovel at the walkers outside the windows, one by one. Kirk picked up a steel pipe, specifically targeting the walkers' eyes. The two of them got into the rhythm of killing, and walkers began to fall at the doorway.

However, the walkers' monstrous strength was inexhaustible. Under their violent impacts, even the steel doors were deforming little by little. The deformation was even more severe at the connection points between the doors and the doorframes.

"Little Fatty, I might have gotten you into trouble this time. I didn't expect this mission to be so difficult. The number of walkers far exceeded my estimate. It seems this mission from the space is meant for a whole team, with the difficulty calculated based on the team's maximum cooperative potential."

"Big Brother, do you know how many walkers I've killed now? Over 500. I killed more than 460 in the last two hours alone; I only killed 40 in total before. The space even prompted me that I've completed the 'Walker Slayer' title. Big Brother, you must have completed this title long ago. Following you is risky, but the rewards are higher. It's worth a shot. Aren't we not at the end of our rope yet? Don't forget, I still have a full recovery potion here," Little Fatty said cheerfully.

"Good brother, your title requires killing 500 walkers to reach the next level. Keep killing, the stronger you get, the safer you'll be."

"Huh? There's such a good thing? You damned walkers, Little Fatty Grandpa is here!" Little Fatty suddenly felt re-energized. In the past, the space was filled with oppression and failure, and they often had to run and escape. Now, although the situation was dangerous, the rewards were great, and so was the hope. If they died, at least they died with hope.

In fact, Kirk had already received a prompt from the space: "Contractor No. 4444, you have cumulatively killed over 1000 walkers. You have obtained the silver-tier title 'Walker King,' Effect: When equipped, increases damage against walkers by 20%. The next level is the gold-tier title 'Enemy of Walkers,' current progress 1344/2000, please continue to upgrade your title." Kirk had been equipped with the bronze-tier title 'Walker Slayer,' enjoying the bonus of 10% increased damage against walkers. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to kill walkers so smoothly. Now, his first silver title was obtained. Although this title was rather trashy and had great limitations, being useless outside of walker-themed worlds like The Walking Dead or Resident Evil, it was still a glorious silver title after all. A cumulative 10% damage increase over several days would amount to a considerable number. If he hadn't been encouraged by Mori and dared to be repeatedly audacious and venture into dangerous places, coupled with his understanding of the plot, which allowed him to take shortcuts several times, he absolutely wouldn't have been able to reach a silver title in a newcomer trial scenario.

Just as the two were making their final stand, they heard loud gunshots from outside.

"This way, there are a lot of walkers concentrated here!"

"Kill! This is all contribution points!"

"Kill!"

It turned out to be Blondie and his group. Little Fatty let out a sigh of relief; he had truly reached his limit, his hands were cramping from killing.

"Finally, we're saved. Huh, Big Brother, why did I get a prompt from the space saying that due to long-term use of Strength to kill enemies, my potential has been developed and my Strength increased by 1 point?"

Kirk was surprised. The space rewarded contractors for fighting for their lives, and he himself had gained quite a bit, mastering several basic skills. However, he had never managed to increase his basic attributes. Little Fatty said his original Strength was only 4 points, not much stronger than Kirk's. With the newcomer's 50% bonus, it became 6 points of Strength. Killing more had increased it.

Kirk speculated that basic attributes could be increased through prolonged training. However, there should be a limit to the amplification. Once a person's potential reached its development limit, for example, the 5 points of Strength, Agility, and Stamina for a normal man described in the space, further increases would be very difficult, if not impossible. He had been fighting in close combat but hadn't increased his Strength, possibly due to probability, or perhaps because after choosing the 3 Strength reward points, his Strength reached 6 points, exceeding the normal human value, making it more difficult to increase.

Kirk felt a bit regretful, but at that time, it was a matter of life and death. Without Strength, he would have been crushed by the walkers' damage and wouldn't have survived until now. Not to mention, the walkers' bites last night had directly cost him his life, and everything was gone.

However, it seemed he still needed to focus on training; perhaps there would be unexpected gains.

A while later, it became quiet outside. The walkers should have been cleared.

"That was a great fight, quite a few walkers. Brother Blondie, we should have first place without any suspense, right?" a young man asked.

Blondie said smugly, "If it weren't for your Brother Blondie's brilliant and mighty leadership, how could you have killed so many monsters? First place is definitely mine."

The group showered him with flattery again, so nauseatingly that Little Fatty almost vomited. Kirk also chuckled inwardly.

"Brother Blondie, what do we do next?"

"There's an alarm here, it should be a control room or something similar. Let's go in and search for any good items. Bucktooth, kick the door open!"

Kirk and Little Fatty exchanged glances. Kirk proactively opened the door: "Brother Blondie, don't shoot, it's just us two."

"You!" Blondie exclaimed, then asked sternly, "What are you two doing here? What are you doing?"

"It's a long story," Kirk said with a dejected expression. "We came in to kill walkers. This cursed place is too dark, and the walkers always sneakily attack us. I was seriously injured and had to retreat to this cursed place while fighting. Even the diesel barrels we pushed down couldn't stop the walkers. After hiding in the control room, this fatty accidentally pressed the alarm, and the sound attracted even more walkers." He glared fiercely at Little Fatty, who lowered his head sheepishly.

"We were truly helpless, so we could only hide inside and wait for someone to come. Fortunately, we waited for you, Brother Blondie!" Kirk acted extremely grateful, rushing forward to tightly grasp Blondie's hand. Blondie felt uneasy and a surge of anger.

"Bullshit, **don't try to fob me off with platitudes! Tell me, what benefits have you two gained! Hand them over! Otherwise, don't even think about leaving here!" Blondie sneered, and his subordinates also menacingly drew their guns, aiming them at Kirk and Little Fatty.

Kirk and Little Fatty exchanged glances. Little Fatty mumbled, "Big Brother, Brother Blondie isn't someone who goes back on his word. Since he saved us, and our lives are safe, let's give him the survival points we got."

Blondie sneered, "That's right, hand over all your survival points. Don't try to trick me. If you deceive me, you'll die horribly!"

Kirk's heart chilled. Blondie's words were so confident, as if he had something to rely on. He observed carefully; the others also had smug expressions, all looking at Blondie's chest. It was a pair of sunglasses, but they intermittently flashed with a faint light. Kirk clearly remembered seeing a newcomer who followed Blondie die outside. He seemed to have seen these sunglasses on that newcomer.

"It's an equipment!" Kirk's heart tightened. His gains from this battle were considerable. Before the large-scale battle with the horde, he had tallied his survival points, which had accumulated to 4136 points. After the recent fierce battle, setting fires and killing, he had gained about 900 more points, totaling over 5000 points. Earlier, to buy Gonzalez's feather boots, he had transferred 2000 survival points to Fatty. He now had 3000 points left. Little Fatty also had about 3000 points. The two brothers had 6000 points, a huge sum! Giving it away would be painful, but more importantly, they couldn't explain how they got such a large sum!

If Blondie knew they had so many gains, he definitely wouldn't let them go. Innocent possession of wealth invites crime. If it was a small amount, it would be robbery, and they would be let go once they couldn't squeeze any more. But if he discovered treasure, it would be murder and theft.

Blondie said triumphantly, "I got the equipment from that unlucky guy. This can see your survival points! Don't try to lie to me."

Kirk suddenly thought of an idea: "Brother Blondie, my admiration for you is like a never-ending river, like the Yellow River flowing uncontrollably..."

"Get lost! Hand over the money!"

"Before handing over the money, could you let your little brother take a look at your glasses? I've never seen such cool sunglasses."

"What trick are you trying to pull?"

"Brother Blondie, it's just the two of us, and we don't have any firearms. We can't possibly defeat you, nor would we dare to steal your equipment. Can you let us brothers feast our eyes?"

Blondie thought about it, then smiled thinly and handed over the sunglasses: "Alright, so you won't have any hidden intentions of deceit, and it saves Brother Blondie from having to kill you. Having too few people in the team isn't good either. Take a look at this treasure."

Kirk and Little Fatty leaned together. It was indeed a treasure.

[Tyrannosaurus Glasses]: Tyrannosaurus Glasses, domestic famous brand, world quality.

[Grade]: Contractor's own equipment: Modified by a thief contractor in reality using X-ray vision technology, brought into the space, and recognized by the space.

[Effect]: [X-Ray Vision] level 1.

Requires the caster's will to pass the target's will check. Failure will result in the target discovering the attempt. Success allows the caster to see the target contractor's attributes, skills, survival points, and skill potential points. For plot characters, partial equipment and attributes can be seen. Failure incurs great hostility from the plot mission, -50 favorability. Favorability below 30 directly triggers an attack.

[Note]: Due to the manufacturer's private modification, the technology is very crude, and this item consumes a lot of energy. Each use consumes 50 energy points, and it can be used once every 72 hours. As it is special equipment brought into the space by a contractor, it can be upgraded once in the space by spending 2000 survival points and 2 skill potential points. This item can only be upgraded once.

Kirk finished reading and promptly returned the sunglasses to Blondie.

"Brother Blondie, you're truly amazing, to have obtained such powerful magic equipment." Kirk's heart settled. He first transferred 2800 survival points to Little Fatty, then transferred all the remaining survival points to Blondie, a total of 314 points. He had considered this amount; as a newcomer who had been constantly running, it was almost all his possessions. Blondie immediately activated the [X-Ray Vision] level 1 that came with the [Tyrannosaurus Glasses] and scanned Kirk. He already knew Kirk was Fatty's leader. According to his understanding, money was basically all handed over to the leader. He wasn't afraid of Kirk cheating by transferring money to Little Fatty, because if the subordinate took too much money, he might turn around and leave immediately, leaving Kirk with nothing.

"Fatty is my subordinate, and I am the leader. Basically, all the survival points are on me..." Kirk said with a fawning smile.

Blondie saw that Kirk had no money left and felt smug. In reality, he was a professional robber, and robbing everyone he met in the space was a professional habit, giving him a perverse sense of pleasure.

Then, Little Fatty also respectfully handed over 50 survival points. Kirk "feigned shock": "You brat! You dared to hide money from me, your Big Brother!" He slapped Little Fatty on the back of the head. Little Fatty shouted angrily, "What kind of Big Brother are you! If I don't save any money, can I survive? From now on, you're not my Big Brother, and I'm not your brother!"

As the two argued, they actually started fighting, "fists hitting flesh," unable to stop.

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