[Chance of Resurrection: 3]
[World Level: 1]
[Type: Survival]
[Identity: Undercover]
[Main Mission: Survive for 2 years]
[Optional Mission: Locate 'Luo Huo's' hideout]
[For every month survived, a new enhancement choice will be available, up to a maximum of 20 times]
...
In front of him was an old factory warehouse.
The air was filled with the smell of rust and dust.
Zhang Feng wanted to move but found himself tied to an armchair.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" A man not far away was cursing madly.
In the factory, it was just Zhang Feng and the man.
At the same time, text enhancement appeared.
[Please choose your first enhancement]
[1: Dangerous Game (Dizziness)]
[2: Reaction Speed -0.005 seconds]
[3: Constitution +0.3]
Zhang Feng quickly scanned through and assessed his situation.
Firstly, the man 'mental state' seemed very dangerous, and he had a gun in his hand.
Secondly, he couldn't break free of the restraints.
So options 2 and 3 were ruled out.
Zhang Feng quickly looked at option 1, this strange choice with parentheses.
[Dangerous Game (Dizziness): Rare, only appears during the first enhancement]
[Current negative state: Dizziness]
[Effect 1: Upon selection, you will commence the adventure with the cost of dizziness for 24 hours]
[Effect 2: After surviving 24 hours, your dizziness will recover, and you will receive Constitution +0.5 as compensation, along with an additional enhancement choice]
This one then!
Because the other two were of little use.
Zhang Feng chose option 1: Dangerous Game (Dizziness)
Then...
Damn it, it's so unbearable!
Zhang Feng felt dizzy, and his head was throbbing.
It was as if flies were buzzing around his ears.
Ta-ta—
The man not far away was still pacing back and forth, intensifying Zhang Feng's irritation.
Zhang Feng tried to calm his mind and looked at the second enhancement.
But then a line emerged: [You've initiated with 'Dangerous Game,' your second and additional enhancement will appear after you survive 24 hours]
'Damn!' Zhang Feng cursed under his breath and then checked his Constitution.
[Constitution: 12]
[Bone Structure: 0.9]
[Spirit Root: 0]
His Constitution was not bad.
This brought Zhang Feng a shred of comfort amidst the agony.
Then, he rapidly got accustomed.
Feeling a fuzzy sense of having some foundational skills and memories of martial arts in this body.
That's good news too!
Zhang Feng looked again at the man ahead.
"Zhang Feng! You dare to look at me?" He cursed Zhang Feng angrily, looking resentful.
"Look! Still looking?!"
He cursed while raising the gun, walking towards Zhang Feng.
Stopping not far in front.
He glared at Zhang Feng menacingly, shouting hysterically:
"You're a damn undercover cop!"
"?" Zhang Feng didn't understand what he was saying, but quickly recalled his memories.
Fragments of memories showed scenes of drinking with him and transacting powder drugs.
And then some training experiences in police school.
Accompanied by 'firearm memories.'
This elevation in status allowed Zhang Feng to start with a higher point, gaining a 'memory reward' for free.
Simultaneously.
Having reviewed these memories.
Zhang Feng understood from connecting text to his identity that he was a cop undercover in a drug den.
This man was a small operative within the drug den.
Zhang Feng was tasked to get close to him, investigate him, and find out the location of the higher-ups.
But at this moment, his identity was exposed.
Due to the fact that an hour ago, this man had a transaction with the higher-ups and was keeping a very close watch.
Zhang Feng took a risky step by sending information to the police when they arrived at the transaction location.
But got caught in the act.
Then he was threatened and knocked out by the man with the gun, knowing nothing thereafter.
"Are you wondering where this is?"
At this moment, he looked at Zhang Feng with a grim and hateful expression,
"Since you once called me boss, thinking of past ties, I'll tell you, we are now thirty kilometers away from the deal spot!
This is a deserted land in the suburbs!
Just the two of us! No one can save you!"
Him trafficking drugs was already a capital offense.
Bringing Zhang Feng here without executing immediately was to slowly torment him, venting his hatred.
Because Zhang Feng was the undercover, he himself couldn't escape blame.
That group of traffickers would rather kill by mistake than let go.
"You've made me damn miserable!" He glared at Zhang Feng fiercely, "They must think my background is not clean either!"
"Then let's just act as our informant." Zhang Feng's head was throbbing, not wanting to take action, preferring peaceful resolutions, "Act as a tainted witness, point out the higher-ups."
"Screw your tainted witnesses!" The boss cursed, "How cautious are the people above me?
If I could identify them, I'd be in the middle echelon by now!
I'm just a goods runner on the street! Now I just want to enjoy my blessings!"
He paced back and forth, muttering to himself: "Anyway, I haven't told anyone about your matter.
Kill you, those higher-ups won't know you were an undercover.
My background will remain clean...won't incite their suspicion..."
The boss had his own methods of handling things.
He decided presenting an undercover to the higher-ups was not as efficient as killing him outright.
"Rest assured, I'll fabricate evidence to make others think you were taken by those border folks…"
He looked at a machine not far away.
Plastic bags, electric saw, small stove, high-temperature gun, brand stain remover, a complete set for destroying evidence was there.
'Seems there's no room for negotiation...' Zhang Feng saw he was determined to act, naturally, he wouldn't sit and wait for death.
At this moment, noticing the 'boss' was only one meter away from him.
Zhang Feng planted his foot on the ground, trying to turn his back and use the high stool beneath him to hit, attempting to disarm the gun.
But his head was too dizzy.
His feet lost strength, and after turning just a small circle, he stumbled and fell to the ground.
"Damn!" The boss reacted impulsively.
Bang!
Bang bang bang!
...
[You have two revival chances left]
Inside the warehouse.
The boss not far away was cursing manically.
'These few shots were quick, without torture.'
Zhang Feng moved his neck, then looked at the choices.
[1: Dangerous Game (Deafness)]
[2: Beginner Digestive Growth]
[3: Current Constitution increases 5%]
5% of 12, too little, let's skip for now.
Beginner digestive ability, maybe because the entry level is too low, it doesn't seem very useful either.
[Digestive Growth: Ordinary]
[Effect: Immediately increase digestion and absorption capability by 20 grams. Every month of survival, increases by 20 grams]
Two years, 480 grams.
Sounds too little.
Even if taking growth enhancement, it must be the dangerous game.
Perhaps in the extra choices, there are growth attributes as well.
Zhang Feng continued to look at 'Dangerous Game'.
[Deafness: You will not hear any sound for 24 hours, and after 24 hours, reaction speed -0.009, and gain an additional enhancement chance]
Anyway, there are two revivals left.
Continue to choose it!
After choosing.
Zhang Feng felt the world seemed quiet.
"..." The boss not far away was very frantic.
But Zhang Feng couldn't hear what he was saying.
"..." The boss saw Zhang Feng looking over, angrily walked over, "...
...
..."
He paced back and forth,
"..."
"..."
The more the boss spoke, the more hysterical his expression became.
Zhang Feng's expression was calm, very serene.
Until he approached within one meter distance again.
Zhang Feng glanced at his right hand, simultaneously planted his foot low, turned, and struck with the stool.
Bang!
Zhang Feng couldn't hear the impact sound, but felt the contact of the chair colliding with the body.
"Cough..." The stool leg hit his left chest.
The precise hit, along with considerable force, made his body retreat half a step, his chest burning with pain, his left hand instinctively wanting to press.
Zhang Feng's attack continued, quickly sideswiping towards him.
Whoosh—
Just as he raised the gun, Zhang Feng knocked him down.
His body fell to the ground, the pistol slipping from his hand.
Zhang Feng naturally fell onto his body.
Using his body and the stool's backrest to press down on his right hand.
The stool leg behind his legs, borrowing the body's own force, aiming to press against his throat.
Whew whew—
The boss was desperately struggling, one hand pushing against the stool leg, trying to get up, but was completely pressed against the chest by Zhang Feng.
The body ravaged by alcohol and drugs diminished the force of resistance.
He tried several times to pull his arm and body but couldn't escape from under the stool.
Whoosh whoosh—
He slightly lifted his body with his legs, but couldn't bring it down forcefully.
Zhang Feng used his body to move the stool, still searching for the distance.
Borrowing his struggles, his body fluctuated.
Zhang Feng suddenly twisted his waist, the chair swung up several centimeters.
Bang—
The stool leg perfectly stuck at his throat.
"Ugh ugh!" The boss struggled more fiercely, left hand furiously clawing at the stool leg, and then feebly pounding Zhang Feng's calf.
His eyes, once filled with ferocity and resentment, gradually turned to begging and despair.
Until a minute later.
His movements slowed down, veins bulging on his head, face flushed, and he stopped moving.
After Zhang Feng felt no breath from his chest below him, he still pressed down.
After pressing for ten minutes.
Zhang Feng then rolled over, inching towards a rusty lathe nearby.
Slowly lifted his rear leg, aimed the wrist rope at the edge of the lathe.
Grinding.
The dim factory interior.
Afternoon sunlight streamed in through the windows, illuminating the floating dust particles in the air.
Zhang Feng while watching the shadowed corpse, slowly ground the rope.
'Now the investigation target is dead, with such an incident, should report it to the superiors, right?'
Rustle—
The rope snapped.
After freeing his hands, Zhang Feng began to release his legs.
Moved his wrists.
Zhang Feng walked to the boss' side, fished out two mobile phones.
One was his phone, but with a new number and card, without information or call records.
One was his own, with an unfinished text message.
Even though it was encrypted text, the boss could not figure out the specific message.
But at such a timing, Zhang Feng was sneaking a text.
The boss wasn't stupid.
Just battle skills were lacking.
Zhang Feng resumed searching the corpse, found an unused SIM card.
Inserted it into the phone.
Zhang Feng reported to the memorized Drug Enforcement Captain.
Still using encrypted text, translated as,
[Captain, the boss knew my identity, and I accidentally killed him.
But my identity should not yet be exposed, I still want to continue lurking, how about giving me a new boss who doesn't know?]