The Last Mecha

Chapter 118 Prelude (Two in One)

"That is to say, for oneself, just for the country, right?"

Wu Gou looked at the man in front of him calmly, without moving his eyes.

"You can say that if you want. I don't care if the literati in the newspapers scold me, but when I hear someone describe me as great, like a martyr who saved the country, I feel goosebumps all over my body. "

Cao Yong said, the pipe was turned upside down on the plate, shaking it with black ash, "I probably understand what you mean, and you almost understand what I mean. The meeting was a coincidence, and there was no shadow on both sides. things, but chatting and chatting are quite happy."

As he said this, he glanced at his watch, and then stretched out a wide palm.

"No matter what, make a friend first. As for the funeral, I look forward to the news. On the day when Jiaolong Heavy Industry really hits the ground, I am very happy to have a personal apprentice of Jiang Mulin as a technical consultant and experimental participant. As long as I am willing , no one else will be unhappy."

"I like a straightforward person like Boss Cao."

Wu Gou smiled and stretched out his hand.

"Don't call me the boss in the future, I don't like to hear it, Mr. Cao Shu, Mr. Cao, whatever."

"Okay, I'm young, so I still call Uncle Cao kind."

"You have the business card of Senior Manager. It's okay to contact me if you are busy. If you are busy, I don't have time before the matter. If there is nothing else, I should go. You are right about one thing. Fighting is still busy."

After finishing speaking, Cao Yong supported his metal crutches and prepared to get up, but behind him, Wu Gou's eyes flashed a different brilliance.

"Wait, Uncle Cao, there is one more thing."

"You said."

"How did you get into the Sixth Competition? During the Sixth Competition, isn't the Guoshu Hall closed to the public?"

"Did you say there is a seamless place in this world?"

"It would be useful to me if you could explain it in detail."

"He, Jiang Mulin, came to Jiangsong, and he brought his apprentices. There are only a few people who are so big. For such a big martial arts hall, there must be someone to guard the door, someone to manage the accounts, and someone to cook, boil water and clean up. Yes, every item Things are not difficult, but it is impossible to do everything by yourself, there must be outsiders, where there is employment, there will be loopholes——Looking at you, it is obvious that you have thought of it a long time ago, what else do you want me to say. "

"Ask, I'm afraid it's not the answer, so be on the safe side."

"Hey, don't give it away."

"Walk slowly."

Watching Cao Yong's back disappear outside the door, Wu Gou's expression darkened instantly.

Cao Yong can easily sneak into the martial arts hall to watch six competitions, but what about others?
Although he was extra cautious before each fight, kept his voice down as much as possible, and never saw Huo Jianfeng's shadow around, but there was no guarantee that he would show up suddenly next time.

And the most deadly thing is that there will most likely be a roster in Liu Lei. With Jiang Mulin or his apprentice, as long as Huo Jianfeng thinks about it, he will find a way to get it sooner or later, because in the eyes of others, it is not such an important thing.

His fingertips tapped the table hurriedly, but stopped abruptly.

In this race against time, there are too many disturbing things.

Even so, Wu Gou didn't have the idea of ​​acting in a hurry. For example, if Jia Shuwen, who incited Tiger Stove, fought Huo Jianfeng again, he might be able to benefit from it again.

Although the situation was raging, he was still calm and calm, knowing that in this era of unpredictable people, no one who can make a name for himself is not a fool.

Liu Mingye was a gangster when he was in water luck in his early years, and he was a rare reckless man. Although the group of Tiger Zao had done a lot of bad things, they were not well-educated, and the IQ in their heads was indeed not enough for Wu Gou to see.

In comparison, Jia Shuwen's behavior style seems to be much more stable than that surnamed Liu, at least it is impossible for him to copy someone and do it the next day just because of a single sentence.

And Huo Jianfeng would not be a simple person, if he wanted to make a name for himself in Jiang Song's chaotic underground society, force alone was not enough, unless the force was enough for him to stand out from everyone.

The most important thing is that if the same strategy is used again, most people's eyes will no longer be on the other party at the first time, but on themselves, the mastermind behind the scenes.

Unless he is sure of winning, he will not let his identity participate in it.

So, Wu Gou didn't have any idea of ​​action.

He just needs to prepare silently, and then wait, waiting for the flowers that have bloomed to bear fruit by themselves.

Liu Shuying asked her to come out to have a talk at night, Wu Gou figured it out, but couldn't think of any other reasons, most likely because of some results from inquiring about this Huo Jianfeng.

At night, the darkness after sunset is like a huge curtain covering the world, but it is propped up by the snake-like lights on the street.

There is a hint of heat in the humid air. On the night when spring and summer are handing over, Chunyang Street in the concession is the favorite place for ordinary people to patronize. There are craftsmen who make clay sculptures, vendors who paint sugar, Jianghu artists who swallow swords, people who meet The fire-breathing dragon holster has it all.

The weather was mediocre, but there were not a few people looking for fun on the street. The heads of people on the street covered the firelight, and when viewed from above, it looked like a dark wave of undulating waves.

Wu Gou and Liu Shuying were leaning against the curb, each with a wooden stool and a torn paper fan made of bamboo and straw in their hands.

There were quite a few people who made the same gesture as them, and even more people who hadn't snatched up the bench were willing to stand, their eyes pointing in the same direction.

Not far away are two small carts, with a layer of window shadows as wide as several people's arms hanging on them. The oil lamps are lit, and the light and shadow are interlaced, and the white curtain is bright.

Two silhouettes of more than two feet on the left and one on the right entered the stage in one piece, accompanied by props such as carriages and weapons, followed by the sound of gongs and drums, followed by loud, three or two lines of shadow puppets mixed with folk songs and Su Tan tunes.

"The concubine of the Han Dynasty played in front of the window with her son, and cleverly cut tung leaves to illuminate the window screen. Emperor Wen ruled the country and made the world safe, and the music was introduced to the people's homes."

After finishing the opening remark, what happened in the window shadow happened to be the rebellion of the Seven Kings in Emperor Jing's year.After the clang, the dawn finally dawned, and the prosperous age came.

On the white screen, strings of shadows of money hang upside down, and the grain in the barn is piled up into hills, which makes the common people around look fascinated.

"Good times."

"Look, this is the real hero."

"Yeah, what is a hero? He who can feed me is called a hero."

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Liu Shuying on the side listened to it, but sneered on his face, and muttered to himself: "After the fall of the former dynasty, the world is exhausted, and a thousand wastes are waiting for prosperity. The two emperors, Wen and Jing, must either rest and recuperate, or die again. , have no choice. What kind of hero is made by the times.”

"Then Shuying, who do you think is the hero?" Wu Gou glanced at him and asked with interest.

"Regardless of the current dynasty, in the past 2000 years, the other Emperor Wu after Wen Jing was a hero? Heroes create the current situation, drive out the barbarians, reclaim the homeland, unify the great one, and benefit the spleen for thousands of years. Not everyone can do this kind of courage. .”

"However, it is also a fact that he was militaristic, his warehouses were empty, and his people went into exile. It is an evaluation in history books that 'the country is wasted, and the household registration is halved'. But it must still be praised. A commoner would probably not want to live in that era."

"The hook, who do you think is the hero?"

"I think that this Emperor Wu is indeed a hero, but no matter whether he is a hero or an emperor, he is just a human being. If you want to seal a wolf to live in Xuxu, there will be starvation and death everywhere, and thousands of men will not be able to return." Wu Gou said, his eyes wandering. Zhuan, "However, the current era is the best time for heroes to be born. Foreigners are sharpening their knives, and there are ten crises. Fighting will kill you, and if you don't fight, there is no reason not to fight. Shuying don't miss the name An opportunity to go down in history.”

"I know in my heart that I don't have that talent and fate."

"Heroes don't believe in fate."

"Hey, let's not talk about this." Liu Shuying smiled, and her small voice was drowned in the surrounding noise. "That Huo Jianfeng you mentioned, I got another piece of news."

"All ears."

Wu Gou pressed a few inches, and one ear wanted to be stuffed into Liu Shuying's mouth.

"Well, I just heard about it. You can't confirm whether it's true or not. You can judge for yourself. At the east end of the city, there is a rascal who doesn't do anything every day. Except for eating and sleeping, he just tries to cheat money for drinks. One night, he said He found a random haystack and fell asleep, and then he was woken up by the boss's movement, so he looked up and saw two people fighting with knives in their hands, the reason is unknown. One of them is that Huo Jianfeng."

"and then?"

"The rascal was also scared. He buried himself in the grass hole, but he still couldn't help but take a look, and saw that Huo Jianfeng had a strange white aura floating all over his body, and his chest was still glowing blue like a fairy."

"Blu-ray?"

"Well, that's what that person said anyway. I don't know if it's true or not, and maybe he just wanted to cheat two wine money. He also said that the man surnamed Huo was split in half by the opponent with one knife, pierced through the head, and exploded. Flesh and blood, so scary."

"Um--"

"That's all, I found out."

"Thank you, come and watch the show."

As Wu Gou said this, he looked forward again, but his heart was absent.

If Laizi is making up nonsense, he can't make it so similar.

If it is true, then there is no other answer, it can only be that Huo Jianfeng installed the implant, which also explains that he is a bandit who has been fighting alone until now, but he can make a living in Jiangsong.

But the question is, who gave him the technology?
domestic?Have such a mature technology?foreign?What is the purpose?
He secretly took a breath, fortunately, today's self is not the same as before, if it was before, he would really not have the guts to touch a man with an implant.

Regardless of Huo Jianfeng's background, this person is asking himself, so as long as the opportunity comes, he must die.

Still the same sentence, Wu Gou waited for the fruit to fall by itself. Judging from the current information, the time should be soon.

Huo Jianfeng might have picked up some information from the surviving population, but not everyone could realize that there was an outsider like himself in the tragedy that night.

At night, Wu Gou sat at the head of the bed, in front of him was a bum-shell pistol, a row of conical bullets reflecting the light, a few cord-style soil explosives, and the matching bearing snap mechanism.

On the other side of the table was the remaining quarter of Xingyi pills and a cup of medicinal herbs that had been emptied.

He just finished a round of nourishing qi, the potency of the medicine dissipated, and he also took the remaining five elements pill.

After a while, the moon disk was close to being empty, so he took out the detector to measure it.

7.61.

Sure enough, the increase was not as terrifying as the first time the drug was used, but it was never too little.

Wu Gou put away all the scattered things, and was about to go to Jiang Mulin's appointment first, but at the same time, there was a strong determination in those dark eyes.

From the homework he had done, Wu Gou knew that the day of ending was getting closer.

He heard the sound of Xi Suo, and he glanced out of the window. It was raining in Huangmei season, and the drizzle knocked down the mud and dust around the brick joints.

Two days later, the rain gradually cleared up.

In the evening, the wet muddy ground in front of the Tiger Stove is full of fresh shoe prints and wheel prints. People come and go with white towels wrapped around their heads and carrying poles. There is always an endless stream of shops that provide the needs of the common people.

The new boss, Jia Shuwen, seemed to be in a good mood. He tidied himself up, wearing a leopard-like jacket with yellow and brown stripes, and a pair of wide-leg trousers. His hair was smeared with jelly water, which seemed to be more common in Jiangsong these days. Very rustic nouveau riche.

He got into the carriage wearing such a suit, and the steel rim wrapped with rubber skin rolled up splashes of mud spots all over the ground. When he stopped, the rear of the newly bought car had a thick layer of mud crust on the red lacquered board son.

But Jia Shuwen didn't look distressed at all. He pushed open the courtyard door, and his bright brown leather shoes made splashes all over the ground.

Looking up to the front, I saw that the place was surrounded by hillsides and the place was remote.Inside the courtyard wall is a brightly lit courtyard with ox horns. On the top of the plaque illuminated by red lanterns are four large characters of "Founder" in regular script.

Gathering attic.

There was a lot of voices, dark people gathered behind the light-transmitting window paper, and a few fires burst out through the cracks in the door, carrying the scent of ink from newly printed money rolls.

No matter what the world is like, the rise and fall of a family and country cannot be concealed by Weibo.

As soon as you push the door, you can see all kinds of life.

The bald man who won the spring breeze opened his dirty coat with a thunderous sound, and a large number of silver coins exchanged for money rolled down from his palm like snowflakes.

The red-eyed teacher gritted his teeth, and scratched the tip of his chin with a pair of skinny arms, drawing traces of blood without knowing it. Behind him were two black-clothed men with fierce eyebrows and eyes, ready to shout at him at any time. When you want to bet your wife and daughter, you are dragged and thrown out.

There is also the stupid mountain peddler, who has been a famous fool since he was a child. He picked up two big coins at the door, and went in to play around and won thirty.

It's not too much to say, but people can stop, and happily go out with money in their pockets, without the slightest trace of redness on their faces.

In the innermost big room, a table of mahjong was full for four people, and the yellow and green bamboo bone boards collided with each other, making a rattling sound.

Just after finishing the number and before touching the cards, one of them suddenly pressed his stomach and went to the toilet. Jia Shuwen saw that there was an empty seat, just in time, with a big stride, his buttocks went up, and there was still warmth.

"The money at the bottom of the table is 50 yuan, and there is no upper limit."

The person on the left glanced at him and said in a low voice.

"Is it worth talking about 50 yuan?"

Jia Shuwen glanced at him, the tiger leather jacket was draped over his shoulders, he took out four cigarettes from his arms, lit them himself, and threw the remaining three in three directions.

The two people on the left and right were also unambiguous, picked it up and lit it, and the clouds and mist circled around.

Only the person across from him remained motionless.

"Don't smoke? Give me back if you don't smoke, it's so expensive."

Jia Shuwen stretched out his hand, his eyes reflected the thin-faced and saber-browed man.

"Puff, for a while."

The corners of Huo Jianfeng's mouth twitched slightly, and he smiled copiously. The thick back knife hidden by the side of his trousers lay quietly, like a dormant tiger or leopard.

(End of this chapter)