Urban Games: I can see malicious values

Chapter 95 Personal Space: Treasure Box

Yan Shu took out the treasure chests of the heroes that were drawn from the dungeon.

For this prop, Yan Shu had high expectations.

The reason why he didn't draw yesterday was because he was lucky that this thing was used very quickly.

But when it comes to making up for it, it's not that simple.

After knowing that not every dungeon can provide the added value of dungeon luck.

Yan Shu directly bought more than 500 points blind boxes.

【Integral Blind Box】

【Type: Prop】

【Price: 500 points】

[This is a blind box full of randomness. After opening, you will randomly get 1~1000 points]

Yan Shu bought five hundred and spent 25 points.

Except for the first two hundred blind boxes, the points were stable below 10 points.

The next three hundred points have begun to gradually improve.

Wait until Yan Shu opens to 4.

He can already earn 500 points, basically he won't lose money.

Wait until Yan Shu opens to 5.

He found that his points were stable at around 750.

Not up or down, very similar to your own luck.

Yan Shu originally planned to see if he would earn more points if he continued to draw.

But when it was found that the purchase limit of this blind box was 500.

He also gave up this idea, and it seems that the game also knows that this is a loophole.

But Yan Shu didn't care, after all, it was already pretty good to bring back his luck.

If you count on this pit to make a wave of games.

It is estimated that the next copy will be A-level.

Seeing that his luck has almost recovered.

Yan Shu opened the treasure box of the heroes.

It wasn't quite what he expected inside.

There is no token of any hero.

No distinctive signs either.

It's just a well-organized chessboard.

The middle is relatively flat, and there are some decorations around it.

Then Yan Shu remembered what this was.

Because this thing caused a storm before.

Let him bring back that shelved game and play it for a while.

As for what skills he can get.

He hadn't thought about this.

After all, there are so many options here.

As Yan Shu thought about it, he realized that his body had already flown onto the chessboard uncontrollably.

On the chessboard is the battle going on at this moment.

There are nine people on both sides, one is the pirate of the ninety-five supreme, and the other is the alchemy technology of the nine people.

At this moment, there is no shortage of equipment on both sides, even the cheap chess pieces are full of equipment.

Yan Shu was watching from the side, although the strengthening of the lineup must be that the Nine Five Supreme is stronger.

But at this moment, not many five-fee cards have been formed, and the two-star five-fee cards have not yet reached the strength that can change lives against the sky.

On the contrary, it is the alchemy technology on the other side, although the cards are not as good as the other side.

But with more advanced hero fetters and more three-star heroes.

firmly occupy the upper hand.

When this battle is over, Yan Shu will be on the chessboard.

Yan Shu first looked at the defeated side that had completely disappeared over there.

Then he looked at the remaining chess pieces.

The four heroes who survived at this moment are:

The source of the plague - Twitch

Cyborg - Zack

Zaun Madman - Doctor Mundo

Dreadnought - Urgot
This person is also Yan Shu's old friend in the game.

It's a pity that the current Yan Shu knows them.

But they didn't know Yan Shu.

But wait until Yan Shu completely stands on the stage.

The victorious people discovered him in the first place.

Although they quickly lost interest in Yan Shu after confirming that he was not an enemy.

But Dr. Mundo gave a completely different attitude.

He greeted him enthusiastically.

Probably because both of them are doctors.

It may also be because of the entry on Yan Shu's body.

But no matter what, Dr. Mundo at this moment took the initiative to join in.

Since he likes a character who can fight, resist, and avoid control, Yan Shu has also read the background story about Mundo.

In Zaun's notorious madhouse, a grotesque figure wanders the corridors.

His aggressive methods and the sharpness of his bone saw terrified his patients.

Because he is not a doctor at all, he is only treating diseases and saving lives in his own imagination.

Though his real name is long forgotten and undocumented, Dr. Mundo was once a thug for a powerful alchemist baron in Zaun.

Everyone knows that he is bold and upright. For a person who lives by intimidation and coercion, he has a rare good temper.

He is good at giving people nicknames and is willing to pat people on the back as a friendly gesture, but because of a mistake his boss sent him to Oswald Lunatic Asylum.

It was a place where treatment methods were inhumane and prescription drugs were questioned.

The baron was content to see his thugs bound hand and foot and dragged into the most secure soft-packed wards of the madhouse.

As the months passed, the so-called caregivers committed unspeakable horrific acts on this thug.

Experimental treatments were performed without regard to patient safety.

Nerve punctures, lobotomies, large doses of unapproved drugs.

The thug began to change, and his massive body was gaining more muscle every day.And his brain met a more terrible fate.

He has completely forgotten the life he once lived, and can't understand the cruel world around him.

He looked down to see the worn-out straitjacket on his body—it didn't seem to be much different from the white coats of the medical staff around him.

He mispronounced the words on his clothes, and began to give himself a new name and a new profession.

"I must be a doctor, too. How else would I be in this rotten madhouse?"

He continued to deduce that the people next to me... must be my patients.

Mundo said to himself, now he has become a tall monster with purple skin.

His mouth was chattering, he didn't know what to say, and a fat blue tongue hung out from the gaping mouth.

The bulging muscles almost tore through the clothes, and a surgical saw was tightly clutched in his hand.

He imitated what he had seen in the madhouse, as the former healers had done countless times.

He threw everyone onto the side bed, tied his arms to the bed rails, and prepared the surgical instruments.

The subsequent surgery, like so many surgeries before and after, was unsuccessful.

The large doctor threw the patient's remains among the mass of patients on the ground.

He was sad not being able to save them, but he knew he had given it his all.

Besides, there are still many opportunities in the future.Zaun has many patients waiting to be treated.

So he put a smile on his face again, left the hospital, and set off to look for patients in the streets and alleys.

Now he saw a patient in a white coat.

This is really too rare for him.

The last time I saw a patient dressed like this was in his own hospital.

(End of this chapter)