Every psychic has a level of ability, that is, a level of strength. Only the psychic or those who are close to the psychic and fight alongside him know about it. It is a relatively private matter.
Zhao Shunyan felt a chill on his back.
After calming down, he glanced at the team behind him and suddenly smiled: "Brother Duan, if you don't know, you should also know that I'm not weak. I'm different from them."
The man seemed to consider: "Fifth Foundation."
"Why the fifth one?"
The bases are ranked according to their order.
"Because you can't go to the first four."
Zhao Shunyan's eyes widened. "Why? I have the ability of lightning, and I'm the only one in the team with this ability! And I'm only level three. With this strength, I can only enter the last base?"
If he can only enter the fifth base, then the people in the team don’t even meet the minimum standards?
Duan Xiaolin held the cigarette butt in his hand, and his slender fingertips slowly flicked off the ash. "You'll know when you get there."
"It seems you know a lot."
“I stayed there for a while.”
"Hey, I feel relieved when you say that. You can lead us to the base, right?"
"That depends on whether you have the ability to get to the base gate."
"Yes, I understand."
Zhao Shunyan lowered his eyes.
I've never felt this way before.
I can't see through this man at all.
It is mysterious and there is no identity or useful information.
Previously in the camp, he was the first person to awaken superpowers, and his power of lightning was a rare one. He was the only one in the entire camp with this kind of superpower. He could become the captain easily, but the talent he was proud of seemed to be not worth mentioning at all in the mouth of this man.
He turned away, deep in thought.
Pei Xiqing looked at Duan Xiaolin with a bit more curiosity.
The people of Franlon have never been in name only.
Zhao Shunyan's men quickly brought two chicken legs, two bowls of rice and vegetables.
These dishes are considered a luxury in the end times.
I didn't expect that they have such abundant food resources.
It tastes good too.
Pei Xiqing was already extremely hungry, but he couldn't eat fast enough.
The man sat next to her, with his sleeves rolled up, revealing a thin arm. The watch on his wrist looked expensive and elegant, and he ate his meal neither hurriedly nor slowly.
She slowed down as well. After finally finishing the chicken leg, he couldn't help but lean over and ask, "Do you have a tissue?"
Duan Xiaolin pulled out the tissue.
She used two of them, and thinking of what Zhao Shunyan had just said to him, she subconsciously moved closer: "Do you really want to cooperate with them?"
"That's not cooperation." The man noticed her movements and retreated a little without leaving a trace. "If they want to follow, let them follow. It won't cause any waves."
"Have you... been to every base?"
“Yes.”
"What stage has the human base reached?"
The man lowered his eyelids, "Haven't you heard of it?"
"...I've heard a little bit about it, but I've never seen it. It's a bit strange."
She was just a cannon fodder who died in the early stage and screamed in the later stage. She had never seen what the base in this world looked like. The book described it as majestic and powerful, but she wanted to see it with her own eyes.
"Don't you want to follow us?" Duan Xiaolin glanced over with a sharp look.
“I want to check in.”
The man frowned, seemingly confused.
"travel?"
"Yes." She stared at the man, her eyes meeting his directly, and then she spoke softly, "Flanlun is very capable. I really want to see what the organization looks like at the base."
Duan Xiaolin's eyes darkened as he met her clingy gaze. "There are too many psychics in the base, and conflicts often arise. Absolute power is necessary to control them."
"Level three is considered average for lightning-type esper, and there are many level one and two esper in this area in the base."
"No wonder you said that person could only enter the Fifth Base." She narrowed her eyes, reached out her hand, and imitated him by rolling up her sleeves. Her delicate arms swayed right under the man's nose. The car had a heating system, and she felt a little hot from eating. She even took off her shoes and coat, her slender waist faintly visible under her sweater as she moved. "What about you? Brother Duan, what's your special ability?"
"Want to know?"
"Uh-huh."
Duan Xiaolin's Adam's apple rolled, and he turned his gaze away from her limp body. He said in a low, hoarse voice, "I'll tell you next time."
"Yeah." She agreed quickly.
The man suddenly smiled, his tone cold, "But you should put aside such naive thoughts, especially towards Franlon."
He opened the car window to let the cool air in, raised his glasses with his fingers, and there was a hint of danger in his eyes.
At the end of the world at night, it seemed as if countless wild beasts were roaring and snarling in the darkness, but these could not move him. He was always calm and would not be troubled by anything or anyone.
He had handled too many cases similar to Franlon's and knew exactly what she was thinking at the moment.
At the same time, as a man, I can better understand that girls are weak and vulnerable, because I have never met them and have never admired the strong.
Some may follow you for a lifetime, some may pledge their life to you, some may be childish and foolish, and waste their time and energy.
When facing a strong party, the weaker party will always take some measures.
He is not a weapon for anyone to use to fight zombies, nor will he be a woman's savior.
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