The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 216 Rest
"Heh heh, you can't judge a book by its cover. These kids look so well-behaved, but they're actually quite savvy. They've clearly been copying a lot of other people's stuff." Denise, who had just received a rather gentle "care" from the big shot, turned back to the screen and saw the three of them scavenging for resources.

Although he had realized after the two previous incidents that he had unintentionally provoked a group of troublesome little devils, fortunately, the important person did not intend to interfere with the competition. He only reminded him to pay more attention to safety, probably because he was frightened by the exciting "crossing the X-car" segment earlier.

So Denise immediately switched back to this screen to check on the three people after hanging up the phone.

Oh well, he really can't afford to offend this person. He'll just send them out when the time comes and let them participate in the competition on their own. But he didn't expect to see them scrambling for resources.

It must be said that, purely from a strategic perspective, their approach was correct. Despite having so many items, only a few are truly useful and usable to them; the majority simply take up space.

They were able to grasp this quickly; their minds are quite sharp. But isn't that a bit too sharp?
This stockpile of resources is a backup resource at the supply point, generally used to prepare for emergencies, and the quantity is sufficient. If it is not used at this supply point, it will be moved to the next supply point as a push resource.

As a result, these three people managed to loot nearly a third of the necessary resources, including bullets and supplements, which was truly remarkable.

But that's about it for a gift package. The kids were quite good at seizing the opportunity and did justice to the gift he gave them.

Looking at the person on the screen carrying that large bag of guns, Denis smiled slightly and pressed the transfer button, sending everyone in the supply point, including the three of them, out.

"But aren't there too few people left? There are still more than twenty stars left in the competition," the young man muttered to himself.

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Jiang Hui and the other two felt a sudden loss of balance beneath their feet. When they opened and closed their eyes, they found themselves in a dense thicket of bushes.

It was still dark outside.

Jiang Hui was still carrying a large bag of guns. The evening breeze was blowing, and under the cover of night, she suddenly realized that the temperature difference between day and night on Planet 732 was quite large.

It's still dark outside; it seems it's not yet six in the morning.

Jiang Hui was somewhat dazed. They entered the competition venue at nine in the morning, and before they knew it, it was already the early hours of the next day. This journey had been quite exhausting.

The package was heavy, so she decisively put the things in her hands on the ground.

"We...we're finally out!!!" Even without lighting, Jiang Hui could imagine that every inch of Zhou Xiuwen's muscles were screaming "liberation."

But is that really liberation?

The reality is that they are still in the training arena, and the competition has only just passed eighteen stars. In other words, if they are not eliminated, they still have eighteen stars before they can leave the arena.

That's eighteen stars and hours, almost a whole day. They haven't slept a single minute yet. Will they collapse from exhaustion before the match even ends?
Jiang Hui glanced at the time displayed on the electronic screen, which was 02:53 AM, and thought it wasn't impossible.

Huan Xian seemed to have returned from scouting the surrounding area and told them that no one had been found nearby and that they were safe for the time being.

Now that Jiang Hui and Zhou Xiuwen both knew about the other's special abilities, they naturally trusted his judgment. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, Jiang Hui opened the bag of guns in his hand and set up a dimly lit lamp next to it.

The three of them gathered around the pile of guns and began... choosing a weapon.

None of the three of them had much luck, and most of their previous resources were scraped back from others in small pieces. What's worse, even their enemies weren't having much luck, and their resources were very limited. As a result, they only had a few handy guns, which they had to make do with.

However, it was really difficult to choose in that situation just now. If we had waited until they finished choosing, there would have been no point in trying to get anything else.

That's why Jiang Hui ended up bringing back such a large bag; it doesn't take up much space and can still be used. After all, firearms are only truly useful if you can aim accurately; if you can't aim, even the best assault rifle is probably just for decoration, and that's about it.

The people present were all fairly good shooters, so they definitely wanted to take the opportunity to exchange for some more suitable firearms.

There were just too many for them to take, so they'd have to spend some time carefully selecting them. As for what to do with the rest... Jiang Hui didn't know; she hadn't thought of anything so complicated.

Surprisingly, Zhou Xiuwen picked up a pistol, a short pistol at that, which was also a rather difficult weapon to handle. However, he seemed to have already planned it out, choosing it without hesitation; he was also the fastest of the three to make his selection.

Huan Xian chose a relatively flexible, slender submachine gun, which was even two sizes smaller than the rifles and machine guns they usually used as teaching aids.

The other party seemed very satisfied with the gun, and immediately took off the two guns he was carrying on his back and put on this one.

Jiang Hui didn't care. She was used to the standard rifle and didn't really want to change. But new is always better than old, and different guns have different feel. Now that she had a choice, she naturally wanted to choose two that were more comfortable to handle.

After choosing their preferred weapons, the three quickly picked out a few spares and tossed them into their storage bags, thus completing the task.

Great, everyone's typing speed is fast. It's only a little past three o'clock now, there are still about three hours until dawn, so there's not much else to do. How about... taking a nap?

The idea was immediately approved by everyone, and even Huan Xian couldn't help but show a hint of joy on his face.

It seems this round of high-intensity activities isn't something everyone can handle; it's just that people didn't have the means to do so before, so they didn't want to show it. Now, at the thought of being able to sleep, everyone's eyes light up.

Time was running out; if they delayed any longer, it would be dawn. Without further ado, the group quickly set up their high-ground tent and, mustering their courage, found a very tall tree to use as a foothold.

Honestly, the installation process was terrifying. Although the tree's trunk and branches were incredibly thick—enough for one person to hug it only halfway—performing such a difficult operation while standing on top required considerable mental fortitude. Jiang Hui had never known before that she had a slight fear of heights.

Fortunately, this highland tent is almost fully automatic. They only need to fix the main frame in place and find the right anchor point, and the tent can pop out completely, forming a small resting space.

The three of them could take turns keeping watch, which would give each of them about two hours of sleep. If that wasn't enough... well, they could wait until after the competition, since this wasn't really a place to sleep.

(End of this chapter)