Marvel's Psyker

Continuously scoring points, the result is only a lot of useless sundries.The text flashing quickly on the phone screen made Lynch feel drowsy.

"Congratulations on getting the item: [Krollo Type 19 pistol (with a full set of accessories and bullets)]!!!"

A string of flashing words, coupled with three exclamation marks at the end of the sentence, made Lynch sit up straight with excitement.

Lynch was overjoyed, finally something good came!

Lynch stopped the lottery draw and exited the interface of [Gashapon Machine].

According to the rule introduction in [Help], the prize draw of [Gashapon Machine] will be delivered directly to the player by the game operator.

So a few seconds later, more than 30 large and small cardboard boxes suddenly appeared in Lynch's room out of thin air, and they were automatically stacked together, almost forming a "mountain" composed entirely of cardboard boxes.

"It's kind of awesome!"

Lynch clicked his lips. He didn't know he was talking about the pile of cardboard boxes piled up like a mountain, but he was talking about the pile of cardboard boxes that appeared out of nowhere.

Lynch raised his head, looking at the pile of cardboard boxes that almost reached the ceiling in front of him, layer upon layer, filling Lynch's sight.

"The lottery draw is fun for a while, but it's a surprise when it's over!"

Looking at the cardboard boxes that filled the room, Lynch sighed, and immediately began to unpack the packages.

Lynch nimbly climbed up the stack of cartons without trampling on any of them. With a few light jumps, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the topmost carton in the stack.

Lynch landed lightly and placed the carton on the desk.

The cardboard box was not big, and after opening it, there was an exquisite black pistol inside, and magazines, extended magazines, bullets, infrared laser sights and other complete accessories were neatly placed beside it.

This is the [Rolock 19 pistol] that Lynch drew before.

Lynch sighed softly, carefully took the gun out of the cardboard box, and carefully held it in front of his eyes, let out a louder admiration, and then played with it gently.

As the saying goes, guns - is the romance of boys!

Almost all boys have a strong interest in all kinds of firearms and weapons, even Lynch who plays with knives is no exception.

The country where Lynch lived in his previous life had extremely strict gun control measures, and it was almost impossible for ordinary people to own guns.

Until Lynch later traveled to the United States in the Marvel world, the attitude towards private guns there was very tolerant, but Lynch never found the right time to visit the gun shop.

Although Lynch would occasionally encounter gun-wielding robbers or gangsters at night to "earn extra money", he either disliked the other party's gun being old and broken, or that the other party's gun was stained and splashed from the stump. blood, a little unlucky.

In short, this brand new pistol drawn out by lottery is the first pistol that Lynch has officially owned in his life.

Lynch took out the large-capacity extended magazine with a capacity of 33 rounds in the cardboard box. Without any bullets, he just put it into the gun, loaded it, then raised the gun and aimed at the city outside the window.

"Crack-"

Lynch squeezed the trigger, and Rolock made a very pleasant, clear and empty sound.

Lynch showed a child-like, very pure and happy smile.

After a hand addiction, Lynch didn't play much, and then put away the gun, and began to carefully sort out the piles of prizes that he had drawn out just now.

This is also Lynch's advantage, although he sometimes jumps out.But when it's time to do something, Lynch will definitely calm down immediately and become another person.

He knows when he should get serious.

After a long time, Lynch finally sorted all the cartons.

Most of the dozens of boxes are small sundries, coins and the like.Only a few items are combat props that Lynch can use now.

In addition to the previous Rolock pistol, there are also some ammunition, grenades, flash bombs, daggers, etc., which are not very high-quality, but at least the types are relatively complete, enough to deal with most situations.

Lynch quickly packed up the sundries and put them into storage rooms, wardrobes or refrigerators by category, and made some lunch to fill his stomach.

After the meal, Lynch, who had been up all night, finally couldn't take it anymore.Lynch felt a little dizzy after consuming a lot of energy in the experiment last night, and his upper and lower eyelids couldn't help but want to get together to fight.

Lynch yawned for a long time, not daring to delay any longer, and climbed onto the bed with the last bit of consciousness left.It was too late to take off his clothes, Lynch turned over the quilt and wrapped it around his body, and fell into a deep sleep the next moment.

A cool breeze blew into the room from the open window, allowing the air to circulate.After a while, the sound of even and long breathing came from the direction of the bed.

Lynch slept very comfortably this time, and didn't wake up until dark.

When he came to the bathroom, he took a handful of cold water from the sink and slapped it on his face. The chill in the water dispelled Lynch's confusion when he just woke up.

Lynch raised his head and looked at the figure in the mirror. It was a handsome young man. Although his face was soft, the depths of those black pupils were as cold as a black hole!

Lynch quickly packed up his equipment, took his mobile phone, and went out in the dark.

"The moon is dark and the wind is high!"

The moment he opened the door, Lynch looked at the dark, moonless sky and let out a heartfelt sigh.

Lynch lived in a high-rise building. Standing in the corridor, he could see the neon-colored city vista beneath the endless darkness in the distance.

Blowing the cool evening breeze, Lynch stretched his waist, looking at the colorful city skyline in the distance, with a blazing fighting spirit gushing out of his eyes!

"Hmph! Isn't it just a killing game?"

"If there are so few things now, they won't scare me!"

"bring it on!"

In a moment of passion, Lynch grabbed the guardrail of the corridor and jumped off!

The expected picture did not appear. Even with a height difference of nearly 20 meters below, Lynch landed lightly like a preying cheetah, and immediately sprang up and rushed into the city to watch. In the shadows not seen.

Next, this city will become Lynch's hunting ground!