Chapter 39 Supermarket Copy
I went to the second floor, opened the sliding door and entered the first private room. The puppet raised its eyes under the orange light, and the three familiar faces still came into view.

Fan Quan sat in the middle of the sofa, flipping through the black leather Bible in his hands, and spoke without raising his head.

"Looks like everyone is here. Let's briefly introduce our respective skills, and then we can get started."

Ke Mingye controlled the puppet to lower his head, glanced at the three pistols on the table, and asked in confusion: "Can we start now? Don't we need to distribute the guns first?"

Fan Quan shook his head and signaled Qing Meng with his eyes: "No, all three guns are hers."

Qingmeng was still wearing a punk-style jacket with a white T-shirt, and her light blue hair was tied into a ponytail behind her head.

She leaned back on the sofa, her left hand on her shoulder, and her right hand playing with her phone, saying, "I have a C-level skill, 'Full Fire', which can increase the power of all firearms within 20 seconds. Another skill is to increase concentration, which increases the hit rate of any attack method."

"What a tough girl." Ke Mingye raised his eyebrows, "Indeed, the gun should be given to you."

He turned his gaze towards the three people and introduced his skills to them: "Well, my first skill is to make my body lighter, a passive skill." As he spoke, Ke Mingye made the puppet jump lightly, directly to the ceiling, and then fell down again.

"Aren't you afraid of being exposed?" Fan Quan grasped the key point, "Since this skill has no switch, your weight will always be lower than that of ordinary people. In addition, your identity is still an ordinary student. It is easy to be exposed in many situations such as physical examinations and genetic testing..."

"It's okay. I'm sure." Ke Mingye interrupted him and changed the subject. "My other skill is to roll a dice."

At this point, he began to explain how strange the D-level skill "Disaster Dice" was, and the three of them listened with half belief and half doubt.

Fanquan was silent for a while: "No matter whether what you said is true or not, forget about this skill. Don't use it in the dungeon. Unless the whole army is wiped out and you are the only one left, then you can try it."

"Okay, I thought so too." Ke Mingye told the puppet as he opened the luggage panel and put the web launcher on the puppet's wrist. "Also, I have to show you this thing, the 'web launcher' I got from the prize wheel. I think you've all seen Spider-Man, right?"

Qing Meng raised an eyebrow and squinted at him: "You can even draw this thing?"

"lucky."

"Awesome..." Orange Peel was surprised, "So your ID is called 'Failed Man', a tribute to Spider-Man, right?"

"No wonder you have the confidence to take the position of attracting the boss's hatred. With the skill of reducing weight and the spider web shooter, your mobility is indeed much better than ours." Anti-Dog commented.

Then, the three people in the private room introduced their skills respectively, and Fanquan explained in detail the attack mode of the boss in the Meiyajia copy.

After exchanging information and discussing tactics, and when they were almost ready, the four of them walked out of the private room and gathered in front of the bankrupt Meiyajia restaurant.

While no one was paying attention, they simultaneously pressed their palms towards the copy panel. The moment they touched the panel, their figures disappeared.

When Ke Mingye made the man open his eyes again, what he saw was a large supermarket that was much more spacious than he had imagined.

From the outside, it is impossible to imagine that the Meiyajia supermarket has such a vast space hidden inside. It is like two or three supermarkets of the same size folded together. It seems that even the space feels its own irrationality and is vaguely distorted, like a mirage of twisting waist and dancing. The old light bulbs embedded in the ceiling emit flickering light. The cold light illuminates the desolate scene in the supermarket from top to bottom: ATM machines sunken into the wall, supermarket shelves messily fallen to the ground, shopping carts broken into pieces, and the floor, walls, and shelves are all splattered with dazzling blood.

At this time, you can see a huge pit in a corner deep inside the supermarket. Looking inside, it is pitch black and no one can be seen.

A rumbling sound was coming from the pit. The four people looked over and could vaguely see a huge, bloated outline emerging from the hole.

The next moment, a strange smell between blood and tobacco wafted into the nose, and the giant shadow roared out of the pit, like a porcupine that had been sleeping for a long time.

What appeared in the pupils of the four people was a giant zombie that was four meters tall. Its skin, a mixture of pale and dark green, was rotten, and its exposed blood sores were oozing with pus, which dripped onto the ground, corroding the ground and emitting a burst of white gas.

It wears a chef's tall hat and a white robe, and uses a "belt" made of pig elbow to tie four distorted-faced "suicide zombies" around its waist, using these little gadgets as grenades.

[Instance Boss Name: Zombie Chef]

[Dungeon Boss Level: Lv3]

[Introduction to the Dungeon Boss: The zombie chef never uses kitchen utensils, but has a special way of cooking, which is to hold up his prey and the self-explosive zombies at the same time, let the self-explosive zombies blow up his prey, burn it, and then put the residue into his mouth and chew it happily. ]

[Rewards for killing the dungeon boss: experience points, rare items, mall coins, unknown rewards (after killing the boss, an additional reward will be distributed based on the comprehensive role of the player. The higher the comprehensive role of the player in the battle, the richer the reward allocated)]

Ke Mingye ordered the puppet to walk to the front, took a deep breath, and slightly lowered his right hand, ready to release the spider web shooter at any time;

Qing Meng raised her eyes, her light blue ponytail swaying in the oncoming turbid wind, she held a black pistol in each hand and pointed the muzzle at its waist;
Fan Quan lowered his eyes and opened the Bible in his hand. Three pages of the Bible tore apart automatically without any wind and turned into three little paper figures that jumped onto his shoulders.
Orange Peel leaned forward slightly and stretched out his right hand. A long knife formed by the convergence of water slowly appeared in his hand, and the blade surged rhythmically like the tide.

[The total number of players participating in this dungeon is: 4]

[The current damage ratio panel is as follows. 】

[NO.1——Failed Man: Damage Accounting for 0%]

[NO.2——Anti-dog: Damage accounted for 0%]

[NO.3——Good Orange Peel: Damage Accounting for 0%]

[NO.4——Unexplainable Dream: Damage accounts for 0%]

[This crusade dungeon has officially begun. Please defeat the Boss in the dungeon by any means necessary. ]

(End of this chapter)