Evan looked at his little helper, his eyes full of appreciation.
"As expected of my brain. Its understanding ability, execution ability, and locking ability are comparable to top AI."
Your own eyes are infrared locked.
Secondary Brain is a hunting robot.
He squatted down and extended his thumb to Secondary Brain.
"You and I are brothers together, how can we have a unified general?"
Secondary Brain lifted Bone Spikes and touched it lightly with his thumb.
"Brother is right!"
Evan was talking nonstop, and Secondary Brain started an efficient mouse-catching operation.
The whole process was like a precisely choreographed combat exercise.
Evan is responsible for locking the target with Demon Hunter Sight, and Secondary Brain is responsible for attacking through cracks.
In the cracks in the wall, behind the cabinets, in the ceiling beams, next to the bathroom drain pipe.
As long as it is marked by Demon Hunter Sight, Secondary Brain will get through in an incredibly dexterous way and send the target to heaven.
Only ten minutes.
The entire apartment was cleared of all rats.
Evan grabbed the big straw basket in the corner and counted them one by one.
There are a total of fifteen rats, all brown rats fattened by Gooding Street sewers.
They range in size from big to small, and the family is neatly organized.
He squatted on the floor and squeezed the blood of these rats into his mouth one by one.
The second one was still a bit hard to swallow, but the third one has become more adaptable.
After the sixth one, he even began to taste the subtle differences in the taste of the blood of rats of different ages.
Since each mouse carries different types of germs, the improvement rate is also different. On average, Evan confirmed one data.
A house mouse can bring about 0.01% progress to Copper Plague.
15 only brings 0.15% progress.
After drinking enough blood, Copper Plague's total progress successfully climbed to 0.371%.
After cleaning up the rat carcasses on the ground, he put the basket of carcasses in a bag and went downstairs to the alley.
The green-eyed little wild cat that was scared away by Pulis was squatting there again, looking around with cold eyes.
Evan threw a bag of rats over. "This is a bag of rats."
"Hope you can survive this winter."
Back upstairs, when he stood by the sink and washed his hands and face, he found that his stomach was surprisingly full.
"I don't even have to eat breakfast today."
"No wonder Pulis only ate a little for lunch. He's so full of blood that he's really not hungry!"
With a sigh, he looked at his Secondary Brain.
During the collaboration just now, Evan also thoroughly understood the performance of Secondary Brain.
Main Brain and Secondary Brain can send commands to each other, but the transmission is not equal.
The information density of the commands issued from Main Brain is very high, and Secondary Brain can understand complex tactical instructions.
But in turn, the information that Secondary Brain can send to Main Brain is very limited.
It is nothing more than the most basic action signals such as "wake up", "move forward", "lie down" and "bend over".
The maximum control radius between the two heads is about ten meters.
Beyond this distance, Secondary Brain will enter a semi-automatic state and rely on instinct to act.
The Bone Spikes on Secondary Brain is quite sharp and can easily pierce human skin and brittle bones.
The bone shell surrounding the brain tissue is about twice as hard as the adult skull.
Its ultimate jump can reach two meters high or three meters away.
After replenishing the blood, Evan randomly grabbed a gray woolen jacket with one button missing from the hanger and put it on over the old shirt that had been washed white.
The feet are second-hand Leather Shoes that have been repaired three times by Old Tom.
He took the iron biscuit box out of the drawer, stuffed all the remaining six U.S. Dollar eleven cents into his trouser pocket, then locked the door and walked out of the apartment.
"Magic Potion is gone. I also took the last six U.S. Dollar with me."
He sneered in his heart.
"I'll see what happens next Curse me."
When I walked out of Stairwell, the Pocket Watch pointer pointed to eight o'clock.
Gooding Street has fully awakened.
The breakfast vendors set up iron stoves, and the heat and soot stirred into a gray-white mist in the cold air.
The newsboy was shouting out today's headlines on the street corner.
The air-conditioning in the morning in mid-November has already caused an obvious white mist to appear in the air.
Under the sun, everyone seemed to have turned into a breathing dragon.
A milk carriage jingled by. The driver held an unlit pipe in his mouth and winked at the waitress on the side of the road.
Evan Today's pace is completely different from the past few months.
There was no bowing his head and walking quickly, no avoiding eyes, no feeling of embarrassment and caution that radiated from his bones.
Keep your head high and your chest high, and stride like a star.
"When you walk out, you will be like a tiger, and when you walk out, you will make a thousand miles~"
He hummed a ditty that he didn't know the tune of, and waved to Old Tom when he passed by the shoe repair stall.
At this moment, a tall figure bumped into me from the corner of the street.
If it were a week ago, Evan would have instinctively stepped aside.
After all, in Gooding Street, there are so many people who are "looking for trouble".
Behind everyone there is a gang, and behind the gang there is a protective umbrella.
Ordinary people would obediently take a detour when seeing such a figure, and no one would dare to provoke him.
He had been extorted for 40 cents before.
But now.
Should I avoid his edge?
Bang.
The shoulders bumped together heavily.
Burly Man's body swayed obviously, but he immediately stabilized himself, put on an angry expression, and grabbed Evan's collar with his backhand.
"Boy, you touched me!"
He covered his shoulder with his other hand in an exaggerated manner, and the expression on his face was so distorted that it looked like his bones were broken.
"You broke my shoulder!"
Evan Hearing this, out of the corner of his eye he spotted a few young people pretending to be having breakfast on the street.
They were standing up with bowls of porridge, and the spoons in their hands were quietly replaced by folding knives hidden in their sleeves.
Evan grinned.
Since Secondary Brain removed 13% of his brain nerve damage, he feels that his energy is in great shape.
Never internal friction. Be confident and confident.
Are you messing with me? That must be your problem.
Since you have a problem, I will solve it.
He stretched out his right hand and put it on the shoulder that Burly Man was covering.
"Since you said it was bad, then I will help you."
Bang.
The sound of bones dislocating and breaking was as clear and crisp as a chicken leg bone being crushed.
Ah!
Burly Man let out a scream that was so real that it stunned everyone. He covered his shoulders and knelt on the cobblestone road.
Cold sweat broke out from his forehead instantly, and he was so painful that he didn't even have the strength to curse.
This scream attracted the attention of everyone around.
The four young men next to them who were pretending to have breakfast glanced at each other, pulled out daggers from their sleeves almost at the same time, and surrounded them in four directions.
The dagger shone coldly in the morning light.
Then...
Ahhh!
Ah!
The screams sounded one after another.
Evan's figure shuttled between the four people like a flower.
Every movement is precise, neat and without any redundancy.
An elbow strike, a leg sweep, a reverse joint twist lock, and a leg kick.
The pause between each action should not exceed half a second.
Almost instantly.
All four young men who were originally aggressive fell to their knees.
Everyone's right arm was hanging down at a weird angle, the bones were faintly protruding from the flesh, and blood seeped from the torn shirt cuffs.
"Brother! Brother! I was wrong!"
"Brother, please forgive me!"
The faces of the four young men instantly turned pale and they howled loudly. They looked like children who had been caught stealing by their parents.
Evan curled his lips and did not look at them. He turned his head and looked towards the corner of Gooding Street.
There stood three members with Gus Gang tattoos.
Evan shouted at them.
"Hey! Gus Gang's."
"Come and wash the floor."
He said in an extremely casual tone.
"The gangsters from outside came in to blackmail the neighbors. Didn't you see them?"
"You can't do anything after receiving protection money, right?"
The entire Gooding Street was completely quiet at this moment.
The breakfast vendor stopped his shovel.
The newsboy's next shout stuck in his throat.
The coachman pulled the reins.
All the pedestrians passing by turned their heads in disbelief and stared at this young man who looked like he had just grown up. His eyes were like seeing a ghost.
Shoemaker’s Shop's Old Tom slowly took off his reading glasses, wiped the lenses with the corner of his clothes, put them on again, and then carefully looked at his neighbor who lived upstairs.
The faces of the three Gus Gang members on the street corner turned blue and white.
They had received clear orders: They must not take the initiative to provoke this guy named Arkham.
After all, they have not received any news about where brother Zack and his gang have gone.
Mr. Nock only asked them to remember one sentence, "Stay away from this kid."
Now instead of staying away from them, this kid is using them as cleaners.
But the three of them dared not say a word.
I could only hold my nose and run over in small steps without saying a word.
They kicked and shoved the five outsiders who were kneeling on the ground and howling, and drove them out of the Gooding Street territory while swearing all the way.
Evan clapped his hands.
"Today is a good day to improve your score~"
He hummed a new ditty that no one understood, walked through the cobblestone alley under the morning light, and walked towards the Streetcar platform.
Behind him, the entire Gooding Street seemed to have been pressed by the replay button, slowly returning to its original bustle of the market.
But the eyes of everyone who saw that scene just now were different from before.
Gus Gang...
It doesn't seem that omnipotent.