Getting the best from Tarkov

After the painful feeling disappeared, Liao Fan sat back at the computer desk.

Although I have returned, I still have to sort out the spoils of war.

The first thing that caught my eye was a ferocious shotgun.

This is a Saiga-12 semi-automatic shotgun that can fire continuously by continuously pulling the trigger.

This gun should have been modified. It is equipped with a 20-round drum magazine filled with 12x70mm caliber arrow-shaped bullets, and a flashlight is also installed.

The ammunition hanger is a level 6 ammunition hanger armor, which contains two grenades, a long blood bag, and two L1 syringes.

Liao Fan vaguely seemed to remember that this L1 needle had a mission. He had heard the host mention it in the video.

The helmet was finally sold to the aunt for more than 8 rubles. He had worn it during the evacuation. He couldn't see anything when he put it on and it was extremely uncomfortable.

The armor is quite durable, so I cleared it out and put it aside. Finally, there is the key.

As the search was completed, a yellow key appeared before my eyes...

Symbol key...

WTF it’s out!!!

Liao Fan remembered that this thing seemed to be very valuable. He searched at the flea market and found... 300 million rubles!!!

But he just wanted to take a look. His level was not high enough now, so Liao Fan couldn't put it on the shelf. He was also hesitating whether to sell it or use it himself.

After everything was sorted out, only the golden egg and the watch were left.

I sold the watch to the aunt for more than 7 yuan, so the total profit was less than 16 rubles, which is not bad.

As for the golden egg, he had to take it out. After taking a final look and seeing that there was no problem, Liao Fan no longer lingered.

He got up and went to the kitchen, took out a golden egg as big as a human head from his back pocket and placed it on the table. He picked up the kitchen knife beside him and smashed it hard with the back of the knife.

With a snap, the eggs shattered all over the table.

Then came a sound: "Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining the military skill - military conventional tactical action."

As the words fell, Liao Fan suddenly felt a little dizzy. It took a while for him to recover, but his mind was already flooded with a lot of military information.

For example, crawling, climbing over walls, finding cover, shooting posture, etc.

Now when Liao Fan thought back to the game just now, a wave of embarrassment came over him.

But before the embarrassment wore off, Dahammer’s dead face appeared in my mind… Ugh…

After coming out of the bathroom, Liao Fan felt a little exhausted. He groped his way onto the bed and fell asleep without even turning off the computer.

Liao Fan was extremely nervous as he walked lightly in the dim bathroom.

At this time, Liao Fan was holding a saber in his right hand, walking forward little by little, close to the wall.

Suddenly, a figure appeared at the exit. Liao Fan couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly, but he felt that the other person was very tall, probably nearly two meters tall.

Seeing that the other party didn't move at all, Liao Fan had to move closer little by little.

Gradually, a shirtless man appeared in Liao Fan's sight.

But before Liao Fan could make a move, he saw blood suddenly spurting out of the opponent's neck.

Because they were too close, blood poured all over Liao Fan's head.

A strong smell of blood hit my nose.

Liao Fan screamed and opened his eyes from the bed.

It turned out to be a dream...

Just as Liao Fan was calming down, he saw someone standing beside the bed.

Through the dim moonlight, Liao Fan discovered that the man's head was square.

Before Liao Fan could react, a stream of liquid sprayed onto his face, followed by the familiar smell of blood.

“Wow!!!”

With a scream, Liao Fan sat up and subconsciously reached out to the bed.

He stopped halfway through the action.

This time I should be really awake...

As my mind slowly focused, a cool feeling came over me.

It turned out that Liao Fan was completely wet and sticky.

When Liao Fan turned on the light, he was stunned. He saw blood all over his bed, his body, the floor and the walls.

Turning around, Liao Fan saw a welding head with graffiti on it placed on the computer desk.

Through the gap in the mask, I could see a pair of unfocused eyes staring straight at me...

As time passed, an arc of light slowly appeared in the sky.

Not long after, the sun slowly jumped out of the horizon.

At this moment, Liao Fan was in a trance.

He sat quietly against the head of the bed, holding a nearly burned-out cigarette in his left hand, his right hand resting naturally on the quilt, and the floor was littered with extinguished cigarette butts.

That night, Liao Fan was almost tortured to death.

As the sun rose completely, the alarm clock rang.

Liao Fan's pupils finally focused.

He slowly pulled out his right hand. At this time, Liao Fan was holding a ballpoint pen without a cap in his right hand.

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As usual, some people in the company gathered together early in the morning to chat about recent interesting things, while most people sat quietly at their workstations and ate breakfast.

As Liao Fan walked into the company, his colleagues stopped what they were doing and looked at him.

At this moment, Liao Fan's aura was extremely gloomy, and he no longer had the sunshine and innocence of the past.

His lifeless eyes revealed a coldness that gave goose bumps to everyone who looked into his eyes.

The first person to come to her senses was Chen Yanfang.

Seeing that Liao Fan was obviously in an abnormal state, he slowly walked up to him and wanted to ask what happened.

But when she approached, Liao Fan involuntarily took a half step back with his right leg.

Just this one move scared Chen Yanfang so much that she broke out in a cold sweat.

At this moment, Chen Yanfang felt that she was no longer facing the dull-witted Liao Fan, but a cold and venomous snake.

The right hand in his pocket was like the fangs of a poisonous snake, ready to pierce her neck at any time.

After seeing that the person coming was the general manager, Liao Fan came to his senses. He first retracted his right leg which had taken half a step back, and then took out his right hand which had been put into his pocket.

As for the pen that was originally in his hand, it remained in his pocket.

Seeing Liao Fan's actions, Chen Yanfang also breathed a sigh of relief. In just less than two seconds, her back was almost soaked.

Seeing Liao Fan still didn't speak, Chen Yanfang stammered for a long time before speaking: "You don't seem to be feeling well... How about this, I'll give you two days of paid leave, you can go to the hospital."

After saying that, he returned to the office as if escaping.

Hearing that Chen Yanfang gave him two days off, Liao Fan didn't hesitate and turned around and walked out.

It was not until Liao Fan's figure disappeared around the corner outside the office that everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, the carbon dioxide concentration in the office rose sharply.

After Liao Fan left, everyone else in the company gradually became busy with their own work.

Although Liao Fan acted strangely today, these people were not familiar with him, so they did not take it seriously. Instead, they were quite envious of Liao Fan for having two days of paid leave.

However, Wang Yi, Liao Fan's direct supervisor, frowned. He didn't understand why Liao Fan's temperament changed so much in just one night.

Yang Xue also had the same idea. She was also wondering what had happened to Liao Fan last night.

However, the person they were paying attention to went straight back home as if nothing had happened.

His dazed expression was due to being tormented by nightmares all night, and his temperament... after all, he had just killed someone and escaped death, and in such a bloody and violent way.

Liao Fan himself knew that something was wrong with his condition. He was now like someone suffering from battlefield stress syndrome. His whole mind was highly tense at all times, and he felt that there were hidden dangers everywhere around him.

Fortunately, he has no relatives, so he doesn't have to worry about hurting them.

Lying on the bed, Liao Fan took out his mobile phone, intending to check how to solve his situation. Suddenly, he found a watch inexplicably appeared on the table.

He was very sure that this watch was not his.

I picked it up and took a look. There was nothing special about it. It looked very ordinary, but precisely because of its ordinariness, it looked very elegant.

The neat and simple dial looks very elegant, and the black leather strap looks very comfortable to wear.

I searched online and found out that it was a men's watch from the Tissot and Le Clos series.

The official website price is just over 5000 yuan, nothing special.

But at this price...

Well, isn’t this similar to the price of the gold watch in the game?

It seems that the items sold in the game will also appear in reality.

So is it possible to wait until you want to take these things out and then take them out, instead of them suddenly appearing?

"Ding, the system has been reset for the host. Setup completed."

. . . . . .

At this moment, Liao Fan was speechless and couldn't even think of how to complain.

It seems that this system is like toothpaste. If you don’t squeeze it, it won’t make any sound.

But it’s better to change it to avoid trouble in the future, just in case you end up selling a gun yourself one day.

Looking at his hands, Liao Fan slowly sat back at the computer desk.

It’s not a good idea to waste time like this. Instead of enduring it, it’s better to face it proactively.

As the saying goes, killing one person is a crime, but killing ten thousand makes you a king. Killing a million people makes you the king of kings, and the king of kings is like a sausage, one section is better than six sections... Something seems wrong.

Entering the game again, Liao Fan directly started a factory game.

This time the birth point was still the same place, and the weapon Liao Fan carried was still the P22, but the difference was that this time Liao Fan's hands were no longer shaking.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence, but there was also someone outside the wall this time.

Everything seems the same, yet everything is different.

Liao Fan picked up a tile and looked at it just like he did last night.

He was still smoking with his back to me.

Same thing, raise your gun, aim... bang.

With a loud bang, he saw a hole the size of a bottle cap exploded in the back of the stranger's head.

Then a stream of red and white liquid flowed out.

The man slowly collapsed to the ground.

Seeing this scene in front of him, Liao Fan felt nauseous again.

But the good thing this time was that it didn't spray out directly, but gave Liao Fan time to find a corner.

After clearing his intestines, Liao Fan suppressed his nausea and walked to the fallen scav. Deliberately avoiding the colorful head and the somewhat confused face, Liao Fan began to look through the man's equipment.

An ordinary SKS semi-automatic rifle and no bulletproof vest.

There is a white card in the chest pendant. I don’t know what it is for, so I put it in my crotch first.

In addition to the cards, there was also a wallet with less than 3000 rubles in it, not much, and he also stuffed the wallet into his crotch.

All that was left were some bullets. I took a look and realized that I already had some basic military skills.

Liao Fan quickly identified that this was a 7.62*39mm rifle bullet, but he didn't know the specific model.