Li Feng put down his phone, solemnly placed the bank card in the drawer, then looked at the gloves next to him and put them on.
It fits perfectly, just right, not too tight or too loose.
That bastard must be gay, otherwise how could he know the size of his hand so well and even have a glove specially made for him?
Aren't you shivering?!
But I must say, they're quite comfortable to wear, cool and refreshing. I don't know what material they're made of, but once I put them on, I don't really want to take them off.
So Li Feng put on a glove on his left hand and started typing on the keyboard.
After all, this is his only source of income.
Due to an unexpected event, I was unable to update for almost half a month. I need to work overtime to catch up on everything I missed.
Four hours later, I took my hands off the keyboard, finished 10,000 words, and clicked publish.
Then I opened the app in the background and switched to another book.
The title is "The Ignorant Empress Fell in Love with Me, the One-Legged One".
Continue for four hours, then switch.
<I'm in Hong Kong Island, Chen Haonan is my little brother>
I was just reaching the climax of this book when inspiration struck, and I was typing at an extremely fast pace.
Imagining the protagonist engaging in double-crossing within the underworld and exchanging fierce gunfights with his enemies, writer Li Feng was completely drawn into the story.
If I had a handgun, I would make humanity pay the price.
Hehehe!!!
But soon...
Um?
Li Feng frowned, realizing that things seemed a bit complicated.
Because a handgun, still on its safety, actually appeared in his left hand.
It was the Type 54 pistol he described in the story, with a 7.62mm caliber, a length of 196mm, a weight of 840g, and using 7.62mm pistol ammunition.
To be honest, Li Feng isn't a military enthusiast and can't tell the difference between a real and fake pistol. After all, the high-quality replicas these days are very sophisticated and realistic.
The problem is that this pistol appeared out of thin air.
Following the method shown in the movie, Li Feng ejected the magazine, gazing at its gleaming yellow pages.
Hmm... full ammo, it should be true!
After confirming the truth, he had only one thought in his mind!
Awesome!
Immediately afterwards...
Holy crap!!!
Coming to his senses, Li Feng was so frightened that he threw his pistol on the table, jumped up from his chair, and backed away until he tripped over the bed and landed hard on the mattress.
His face showed utter bewilderment!
Wait, what's going on? Where did this pistol come from?
Li Feng vaguely recalled how many years he was sentenced to for illegally possessing firearms.
If I take this thing to the police station and insist that I don't know where it came from, and that I accidentally found it in my hometown, would that work?
Li Feng thought about it again.
I was writing when this pistol suddenly appeared in my hands. At that time, I was writing a section about gangster gunfights, and I was so engrossed in it that I fantasized about having a pistol myself.
Could it be...?
Li Feng considered one possibility, but quickly shook his head, dismissing the absurd idea from his mind.
Impossible, this... absolutely impossible!
This is utter nonsense.
But the facts are right before our eyes.
Li Feng raised his left hand and carefully examined it from all angles.
A golden left hand? Or the awakening of superpowers? Or perhaps it's because of this glove?
Hmm... gloves are more likely.
If the Golden Left Hand was going to awaken, it would have awakened long ago. Why wait until now?
Li Feng examined the glove on his left hand, tentatively imagining what gold looked like in his mind, concentrating intently.
A moment later, starlight actually appeared on the palm of his left hand, gradually gathering into a phantom image before quickly solidifying.
It eventually transformed into the shape of a gold brick, weighing about two pounds, and radiated a mesmerizing glow under the light.
Suddenly, an option popped into his mind.
'Will the cost be borne by individuals, or by human civilization?'
That's roughly the gist of it!
Li Feng was a little confused; was there a price to pay for using this thing?
This is different from the cheat-like abilities in his novels!
And it's just a gold brick weighing about two pounds, so what would the price be?
Li Feng placed the gold brick on the table, frowned, and tentatively selected the 'Individual' option.
"Ah!!!"
Suddenly, an unbearable, excruciating pain struck without warning, as if a thousand insects were gnawing at his body. The intense pain caused him to instantly lose control of his body, and he collapsed to the ground.
However, at this moment, he could not feel exactly where the excruciating pain was coming from; he only felt that his entire body was enveloped by this terrible pain.
He lay on the ground, his body curled up in a ball, his consciousness gradually fading, large beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, his hands clenched tightly, trying to resist the overwhelming pain.
Everything around me seemed to lose its color, leaving only endless pain raging through my body.
Time seemed to stand still, and every second felt incredibly long.
Li Feng struggled to stand up, but his body felt as heavy as lead, and he couldn't move at all. The pain was relentless, showing no signs of abating, and constantly eroding his reason and will.
But two choices remained in my mind.
Ten minutes later, unable to continue any longer, Li Feng chose the latter option.
In Setsuna, the intense pain subsided like a wave, as if it had never happened.
Li Feng gradually regained his strength and struggled to climb onto the bed, panting heavily, a trace of fear still lingering in his eyes.
There was fear of pain, and also panic about the so-called price.
Choosing to be an individual means enduring intense pain; what then is the consequence of choosing human civilization?
After regaining his senses, Li Feng looked at the glove on his left hand, remaining motionless for a long time, before suddenly frowning.
He discovered a tiny, indelible, colored spot on the pure white glove.
He was so unsure whether the colored dot had appeared suddenly, had always been there, or was due to that so-called price.
There are still too few conditions to refer to.
Soon, another problem arose.
Why would Han Yue give him this thing?
If it were him, he would keep such surreal things completely hidden, not letting anyone know, not even his family.
And there's still a question here...
If Han Yue gave you this glove, and if he knew its abilities, why would he leave behind a bank card?
I can't figure it out...
How about we try to find out during dinner tonight?
It's not safe to talk about this kind of thing online!
But before that, we need to deal with the pistol and gold bar on the table first.
Luckily, the curtains in his room were always drawn; otherwise, it would have been troublesome if someone had seen these things appear out of nowhere.
Li Feng got out of bed, took off his gloves and put them in his pocket, then walked to the computer desk and glanced at the Type 54 pistol and the gold brick.
Then I checked on the computer and confirmed that the gold bars were real. I opened the drawer and put them together with the bank cards.
He also hid the magazine in the wardrobe, keeping the two separate.
That way, even if someone sees this pistol, they will only think it's a high-quality replica.
After all, in the CHN Region guns are completely banned, 90% of the people may never have even seen a real handgun, let alone be able to distinguish between real and fake ones.
As for the gold bars, we'll break them down into smaller pieces and sell them in batches when we have time!