pjbooks Chapter 235 7-Star Skill, Level MAX!
Chapter 235 7-Star Skill, Level MAX!
Chapter 235 Seven-Star Skill, Level MAX!
Hysterical curses mingled with the dull thud of fists striking muscles.
With each punch, Simon's face contorted, but the bloody scene only fueled Ma Jack's thirst for revenge.
This was the first time he had been dominated by violence, but he didn't want to stop. He just raised his fist again and again and slammed it down.
Each blow was heavier and more violent than the last.
When he was pulled away by the crowd, the other person's face was already a bloody mess, like a pile of bright red minced meat, and his original appearance was completely unrecognizable.
He picked up the dying Bruce and ran downstairs, rushing towards the ruins where a passage had been dug.
Amid cheers, Steve, beaming, came over, wanting to give him a celebratory hug, but was instead headbutted and knocked to the ground.
"Listen, you bastard, if my dog dies, you're not going to live either!"
Ma Jie grabbed him by the collar, his face splattered with blood, his eyes bloodshot with rage.
"Shit, are you crazy?!" Steve scrambled to his feet, brushing the dust off his clothes. When he met MaJack's gaze, he felt a chill run down his spine and immediately changed his attitude: "Get it in the ambulance first, I'll send someone to take it to the nearest vet."
With the added privilege, Ma Jieke boarded the ambulance directly, and the medical staff, under orders, had no choice but to provide temporary first aid.
Although there are now emergency vehicles designed specifically for pets in use, their service radius is limited to affluent areas, and the cost of dispatching them is higher than that for humans.
Watching Bruce being taken into the operating room, Majesty slid down to the floor, leaning against the wall in frustration.
He recalled the scene of his first meeting with the little guy, and those vivid memories, and was overwhelmed by a huge sadness, his eyes involuntarily welling up with tears.
In a daze, two warm arms embraced him; it was Valentina, who had escaped death from the gun.
She looked like she had been crying, and gently stroked Ma Jie's back, trying to give him some comfort and support.
This was the first time she had ever seen this strong young man have a vulnerable side, hiding here alone and crying.
Neither of them spoke; they sat quietly on the ground, waiting for the outcome.
I don't know how much time passed, but the flashing red light outside the operating room finally went out.
A doctor in a white coat and his assistant came out, and Ma Jie immediately went to greet them. He was about to speak but dared not open his mouth, afraid of hearing the answer he didn't want to hear.
The doctor removed his mask and looked at him with a sigh of relief: "Sir, your dog is really lucky. I've never seen such a tough dog. The bullet hit its shoulder and ended up in the thick muscle. It didn't damage the bone or the artery. The only problem is that the wound was badly torn and may take a long time to heal. I've removed the bullet, cleaned and sutured it, and also given it a standard dose of antibiotics."
"Oh my God, thank God!" Valentina exclaimed excitedly, covering her mouth with her hand.
Actually, she was terrified. After all, Bruce had saved her life, and if she hadn't survived, it would have left an indelible scar.
"Phew..." Ma Jie exhaled a breath of pent-up frustration, and his tense mind finally relaxed.
"Can I go in and take a look?" he asked eagerly.
"Of course." The doctor nodded. Compared to human hospitals, pet hospitals don't have as many restrictions.
Bruce was still under the effects of anesthesia. His injured area was wrapped in thick gauze, and he lay motionless on the operating table with his limbs outstretched.
"Hey, are you okay, baby?" Valentina leaned down and kissed its head tenderly.
A smile finally appeared on Ma Jieke's lips, and he couldn't help but laugh and curse, "Damn it, I knew you wouldn't be sent away so easily, you scared the hell out of me."
When it regained consciousness, the two people were still by its bedside. It was actually a small bed designed specifically for cats and dogs.
The little guy had just been on the verge of death and was no longer the clever and lively person he used to be. His brow muscles were twisted into a "V" shape from the pain, and his eyes had lost their former sparkle, making him look helpless and pitiful.
MaJack gently stroked its soft fur, trying to distract it: "Listen, buddy, I know you're in pain right now, but you have to get through this. You were so brave today, you did what I couldn't do. Once you've healed, we'll still be the best partners."
"Ugh..." Bruce groaned weakly, without any particular meaning, probably because he didn't want Ma Jie to worry.
In its heart, it was just a stray dog, facing brutal street fights every day. Being picked up and adopted by humans was truly a stroke of good luck.
For the next week, Ma Jie didn't want to do anything and frequently went back and forth between home and the hospital.
Besides taking care of Bruce, Max also became ill, but her problem wasn't serious. The doctor explained that she had lost too much blood and needed to rest for a while.
To help her recover, Ma Jieke prepared various delicious meals for her every day, such as Angelica and Red Date Chicken Soup, Red Bean and Lotus Root Pork Bone Soup, and Carrot, Corn, and Pork Bone Soup.
I spent another busy morning making a whole pot of old hen soup and also made some pork and shrimp wontons.
Jimmy sat in the passenger seat, drooling over his insulated lunchbox. Ever since he tasted Chinese food, he felt like he had wasted all these years.
As soon as I entered the ward, I saw Fiona sitting next to the bed, carefully peeling an apple with a fruit knife.
Little Pudding was wearing headphones and doing her homework at the table, with no other patients around.
These private hospital rooms are extremely expensive, and it's very difficult to book one without connections at the hospital.
However, the government will cover all medical and funeral expenses for all casualties caused by this terrorist attack. The federal and state governments have established victim compensation funds to ensure that the costs are covered to the end.
"Hi Mommy." Ma Jie greeted her cheekily as he approached the hospital bed.
Max rolled his eyes at him, then his gaze fell on the lunchbox Jimmy was holding, and he immediately put on an expectant expression.
"Wow, it smells so good." The lid was opened, and the fragrance rushed into the nose and then spread throughout the ward.
The clear, pale golden chicken broth is garnished with bright green scallions and dark brown first-harvest seaweed. Looking down through the broth, you can see the small, ingot-shaped wontons lying obediently in the soup, their paper-thin wrappers revealing the tender pink meat filling. Just one look is enough to whet your appetite.
Max couldn't wait to pick up the spoon and put the soup and wontons into his mouth.
"Ouch, it's so hot!"
"Be careful, blow on it before you eat it." Seeing her embarrassed look, Ma Jieke couldn't help but laugh. Foreign girls are just like that, they don't even know this basic common sense.
"fu...fu...呲呲."
Once you put the smooth wontons in your mouth, the crisp and bouncy shrimp paired with the oily and fragrant meat filling is, to borrow a classical Chinese phrase, "You wouldn't even feel sorry if your father were being executed while you were eating here."
Watching her wolf down her food, Jimmy was incredibly envious and couldn't help but remind her, "Max, eat less. Aren't you going to maintain your figure?"
"Please, brother, I'm a patient. I need to replenish my nutrition. Besides, why are you concerned about my figure? Are you planning to propose to me?"
While Max was speaking, his mouth was constantly moving, and he even deliberately made smacking sounds.
Seeing Jimmy's disappointment, MaJack couldn't help but explain, "He just wanted to mooch a meal from you, but he was too embarrassed to ask."
"Wow, you should have said so earlier! Do you think I'm the kind of unreasonable person?"
Max stopped eating as he spoke.
Just as the boy's eyes lit up, ready to accept the leftovers she offered, he suddenly scooped up a wonton, popped it into his mouth, chewed a few times, swallowed it, and burst into laughter, exclaiming, "I'm so right!"
Jimmy, furious at being tricked, gave her the middle finger, expressing his utter contempt for her immoral behavior.
In the end, Max not only finished the wontons, but also drank every last drop of the chicken soup. After all, he was already a patient, so indulging himself occasionally wouldn't be a big deal.
"My God, it's almost midnight, turn on the TV quickly."
Urged on by her, Fiona quickly turned on the TV and manually switched to the social news channel.
A rather unusual program is about to air, titled "Heaven's Achilles' Heel," a co-production between the FIB and a Los Angeles television station.
The scene shifts to Steve appearing on the rooftop of the building, wearing his signature blue polo shirt, with the cityscape skyline surrounded by mountains in the background.
"Hi, I'm Steve Haines, a medal-winning FIB agent. The FIB, the police department, and the sheriff's office are here every day to fight crime. In this city, dreams are often drowned in tears."
After he finished his opening remarks, the camera switched again to the dock filled with shipping containers.
"Los Santos Port, this is where all evil begins. Goods come in, garbage goes out. What's hidden in more than two million containers every day, only God knows."
"Cartels buy cheap, low-quality gadgets, and then you find... illegal military weapons, prostitutes who can't speak English, and Grade A cacaine from Mexico are flooding our streets."
When will this situation end?
"Nobody knows, and nobody seems to care, as long as the chaos continues."
He spat on the ground, then, thinking himself very cool, emphasized, "We'll have to keep cleaning up the mess!"
The following scenes consist entirely of street photography with accompanying captions, introducing various minor gangs.
The whole thing—the Lost Motorbike Gang, the Wild Bike Gang, and a few close-ups of the police arresting criminals—is just a cheap, poorly made production that wouldn't even fool a rat in the sewers.
Finally, the scene shifts to the Ferris wheel on Santa Monica Beach, where Steve sits facing the female reporter, answering her questions.
Everyone watched intently for a while; it was all content related to the Hualun Shopping Mall terrorist attack.
What truly concerns Max is a long-term healthcare bill that is yet to be announced.
When asked this question, Steve confidently replied, "The bill has been submitted to Congress, and once approved, it will provide permanent medical coverage for all rescue workers. As for the two civilian heroes that everyone is concerned about, they are also on the FIB's proposed list. They are not only victims, but also brave guardians. Do you have any further questions?"
"Oh wow, two civilian heroes," Max said, sitting on the hospital bed, a smile involuntarily curving his lips.
"Woodfa, why are there two of you?" Jimmy asked, his face filled with envy. "Sandy and I were also involved in the rescue. I even tripped and fell, and my arm still hurts. I deserve free medical care too!"
The so-called permanent medical insurance is exactly what it sounds like. People covered by this insurance can tell their doctor that they developed hemorrhoids from participating in a rescue mission, and thus enjoy free medical care.
This is truly free healthcare; you'll never need to buy medical insurance again in your lifetime, and all your medical expenses and medications will be reimbursed by the compensation fund established for this purpose.
Of course, those who receive this honor have generally survived near-death experiences, so it is only right that they receive this privilege.
Seeing that Max had recovered and Bruce had been taken home to recuperate, Majek could finally relax and prepare for his own competition.
When he opened the rewards screen, three skills worth 7 stars appeared before his eyes.
[One Shot, One Kill]: Randomly upgrades one existing wilderness survival skill to Iv15 (Max Level).
[Balanced Development]: Randomly acquire 3 wilderness survival skills at level Iv7.
【Great Demon Contract】: Take away all skills on the current reward panel, at the cost of stopping mission refresh for 33 days.
Ma Jie was dumbfounded by the exaggerated skill description.
As far as he could remember, this was the first time he had completed a Seven Star Mission. Although the process was full of hardships, he finally made it to the point of reaping the rewards.
One shot, one kill! This is outrageous! It took me straight to the maximum level.
This aligns with my previous deduction that the upper limit of a single skill is Iv15, representing the highest level in the human world.
I quickly checked the skill list and found that the skills I currently possess are [Sharpshooter Iv3] and [Infrastructure Maniac Iv3].
If you randomly get the Sharpshooter, you'll be a top-tier hunting master who can go for a hunting style, killing large prey to build up an excess of food reserves.
You'll randomly be assigned the role of an infrastructure enthusiast, transforming into a top-tier architect who can pursue a wonder-oriented approach, turning their shelter into a grand villa.
Of course, other skills related to wilderness survival include [Focus], [Cartographer], and [Resource Exploration].
However, none of these three skills have levels, meaning they cannot be selected repeatedly, and therefore there is no such thing as upgrading them, so there is no need to worry about bugs.
As for balanced development, this is also quite impressive. According to the skill description, it randomly gives you 3 skills, all of which are level 7.
So wouldn't the overall strength be 7x3, resulting in a total reward strength of up to level 21?
Upon seeing this, Ma Jie felt as if the 100 million yuan prize money had already sprouted wings and was eagerly rushing into his pocket.