Chapter 193 Trading System

After introducing Cario, Valkyrie was charged: "I still have some things to deal with today. You can first ask Cario Instructor for details about our Asgard's military system. I will come to you tomorrow morning. According to my father's instructions, I will popularize the systematic knowledge of the ability field for you.

Before that, she said to Cario again, "Then, he will leave it to you, Instructor Cario."

"Don't worry." The old man in the smoke screen said lazily.

With his blue hair, Valkyrie left the instructor's office with a straight step. Two big men as strong as bears were thrown to the ground by the old man. Callio, who was only 1.6 meters tall, undoubtedly existed like a dwarf in this "tall" military camp, and the muscles that had nothing to do with development seemed to be struggling to carry a person. Ling really didn't know how he did it.

Stepping on the chest of one of the big men with thick military boots, Cario roared at a man in the office who was obviously a civilian with glasses: "Bem, remember a big bad thing for these two bastards. Damn, I dare to listen to my words. When will these energetic guys learn to be obedient with their ears?

After saying that, Cario stepped on his feet hatefully. The stunned man woke up immediately. He opened his eyes wide and let out a pig-killing cry, and then fainted again. When the other instructors dragged the two big men away, Zero suddenly saw two or three cracks in the floor where they had just lay.

Cario clapped his palm and looked at Zero moving back and forth between himself and the footprints on the ground. He spit out a fist-sized smoke ring and hummed, "Don't look, the world of ability is much wider than you think. You will understand when Valkyrie gives you science. Now, pack up and come with me. I have to arrange a dormitory for you first.

Zero bitter smile, he doesn't have any luggage, except Colt behind him.

Looking at Zero, Cario looked at him in a dress that was not much better than that of a refugee, and seemed to understand. The smoke screen dissipated slightly, revealing a thin face of Cario. With two white beards, when the chief instructor's eyes fell on the long gun behind Zero, there was more memory in his eyes: "Colter is a good gun. I don't know how many lives the old man used it to harvest. Little guy, use it well. But a Colt doesn't seem to be enough for you. Come with me. You can choose two pistols and some bullets. I can pay the bill for you first, and remember to pay it back to me then.

Zero took out a piece* and said, "I think I can pay for it myself."

Carrio showed a sneer and didn't see how he moved. The * in Zero's hand suddenly came into his hand, and the chief instructor raised his hand, and * suddenly burst into crystal powder. Callio said coldly, "Do you think the things released by the dogs of the Dark Council can be used in Asgard? What's more, what we use is not the currency but merit. Little guy, you even owe a little merit now, don't you?

Looking at the nearly 10,000 currency records, the * burst into ashes, with a bitter face. He forgot that this * was issued in the name of the Dark Parliament, and Asgard would admit that his sworn adversary's credit record was damned.

What's more, it is not difficult to hear in Callio's words that it seems that it is not currency that Asgard passes.

Under the leadership of Kario, Zero followed him across the training ground of the new barracks. Zero can feel countless eyes falling on him, some just look at him curiously, and some are kind, but some of their eyes give Ling a sense of acupuncture. Obviously, the kind eyes belong to Su and Feng. As for the eyes that gave him a sense of acupuncture, there is no doubt that the other party is hostile for some reason.

In turbulent times, competition is everywhere. In the wilderness, there will be no exception in the Yingling Hall. Zero was personally brought by Valkyri. Hundreds of people in the barracks saw it with their own eyes, so they inevitably made a lot of speculation about Zero's identity. Among them, it is normal to regard him as a competitor and be hostile.

Zero didn't take these things seriously. Soon, Cario took Zero to the quartermaster's office of the barracks.

Touching the buttocks of the military virgin registrar, Cario laughed at the other party's scolding: "Bring me two Browning series automatic pistols for model M1953. There are also a hundred special bombs like Balabem, and the account has been recorded on my head.

After saying that, the chief instructor took down his ID card and threw it to the registrar. After the registrar scanned the instructor's photo of the identity card with a scanner, a set of data appeared. Looking at the three numbers 128, Zero thought that it was probably some merit.

When the registrar fed the guns and ammunition from the warehouse, Cario said to Zero, "Listen, little guy. We don't use anything* or anything else. The people in Asgard can be roughly divided into two parts, one of which are engaged in business and urban management. They have another name, called free people. And we, who serve in the major legions, are naturally soldiers. Whether you are a free man or a soldier, whether you are engaged in business, management or war, completing military tasks. The reward we get is not the so-called common currency of those guys on the coastline, but a set of data.

"Free people get the contribution value, and we soldiers get the corresponding merit value. But because of the danger and importance of our work, a little merit is equal to three points of contribution. In other words, the same resource, free people need to spend three times our data to exchange. Yes, it's just exchange. All Asgard's resources, except for some important fundamental resources, can be exchanged with data. Callio spread out his palm and said, "Houses, cars, firearms, ammunition, and even ability formulas are exchanged with data. This is the special trading system of Asgard!"

After Cario said all this, the collection window behind him opened silently, and there was a conveyor belt to deliver the items designated by the chief instructor to the window. So Zero saw two pure black pistols, and their black steel bodies flowed with a metallic luster full of power under the light. Next to the pistol, there are also 100 9*19 Balabem special bullets.

The chief instructor took these things out of the window and pushed them to zero: "Take them with you. The Browning series M1953 automatic pistol, with a muzzle velocity of 335 meters per second and an effective range of 50 meters, can be said to be a good guy in close combat. If Ben hadn't introduced you, I wouldn't have let the birds use them. But I heard that you have played the good stuff of the M500 left wheel before, and I think you should be good at using them.

No need to insert these two automatic pistols into the empty holster. In fact, this pair is not as good as the M500 in terms of feel or power. But no matter what, it is much better than empty-handed.

[From tomorrow to Sunday, it will be a small cover on the home page, and Xiaochen will break out three chapters every day. Some time ago, in order to control the number of words, I'm really sorry for everyone~~]