The Last Mecha

Chapter 167
"Clay figurines, clay figurines, Beer really, it's not those [-] parallel imports, the puppet can move by itself when placed on the bedside!"

The man in front of the stall was wearing a dark blue Muggle suit and sunglasses, and the ten slender nails were covered with black dirt.

On the table in front of him, hung a signboard with a blue background and a red border, with large characters on it, which read "Jinmen clay figurine Zhang's personal disciple, little clay figurine Zhang."

"Yo, you are also a personal biography."

Wu Gou glanced at him and thought to himself.

It's a pity that at this time, the strange man who made clay figurines in Jinmen was only 27 or 30 years old, and his two apprentices were both accepted after they were [-] years old.

From all the clay sculptures on the long table, it can be seen that the workmanship is quite exquisite, but it lacks the soul, which is almost meaningless.

The clay figurine stretched open, and when the flames came down, it really made people feel like pieces of mud came to life. Wu Gou had seen it with his own eyes in his previous life.

And that Zhang Qiren's craftsmanship in making clay figurines will even contribute to the midway of Xia Guoqi's metal smelting technology in the future, writing a strong and colorful stroke.

It's just that at this time, everything has not been discussed yet.

Nan Zhiyun bent over, put her hands on the table, and looked eagerly at the clay figurines on the small table. Things that Wu Gou didn't like were particularly rare in her eyes, such as the red-robed doll, the big-sworded Guan Gong, and the Yang family. It was the first time for her to see such a thing as a female general, it was much more realistic than a sewing doll or a ceramic model.

Although this self-proclaimed personal disciple lacks in spirit, his craftsmanship is not bad.

Her eyes wandered among the clay sculptures, and then slowly stopped on a beautiful porcelain-white kitten.

This thing looks very delicate, but I can't say how amazing it is, but it looks really cute. The little girl's heart is like this, and she likes it when she sees it.

Looking at it like this, Nan Zhiyun couldn't hold back for a while, and gently touched it with two fingers.

Who would have thought that the little clay figurine opened its eyes treacherously, saw the right moment, and lightly kicked a table bar under its feet.

Originally, the wooden pads under the feet of those clay sculptures had an arc, but now the entire table top tilted slightly, rubbed by the girl's fingertips, and immediately slid down the table along with the two little clay figurines around it.

Nan Zhiyun, a little girl who has never seen anything in the world, does not know this kind of mechanism. She only thought that it was something other than her own accident, so she raised her head in embarrassment.

"Little baby, it's your fault." The little clay figurine shrank back, and crawled out from under the table, so as not to let the girl turn around and run away in fear, "These clay figurines are from the Kanto region. Don’t you know the high-quality mud, frozen soil? Frozen soil! Those bordering on Luoche, every year people take the risk of being shot.”

"sorry"

The girl slumped her shoulders, feeling that she had done something terribly wrong. She hadn't seen much in the world, and she could only understand people's hearts through Liuli Xue.

"Don't say I'm sorry, let's see, you didn't mean it. The three clay figurines were broken. Originally, one was five silver dollars. You can pay 12 yuan for the three."

The little clay figurine had a considerate expression and spoke inhumanly.

"So expensive?"

Nan Zhiyun bit her tongue in surprise, she had stayed in Jiang Song for a long time, so she understood the prices.

"Frozen soil, everyone said it's frozen soil." Zhang Youcai didn't have time to show his distressed expression, but someone patted his shoulder from the side.

"My friend, all three of your clay figurines are here, and they are not broken." Wu Gou laid one palm flat on top of which lay the three clay figurines that had just landed.

He had seen Jiang Song's peddler do this kind of trick too much. He knew what he was going to do when the little clay figurine raised his leg. Martial arts practitioners were only good at this. Without making a sound, he quietly put the three clay sculptures into his arms.

Looking at the three intact clay figurines, the little clay figurines stared wide-eyed, unable to speak for a while, and could only twist their backs and try to get back under the table.

But Wu Gou grabbed him, flicked his wrist, and put the remaining two clay figurines back, with the white cat still lying in his hand.

"How much is this?"

The little clay figurine froze for a moment, glanced at Wu Gou and the girl behind him, and then pointed out a finger: "Five yuan, I just said it."

"How many?"

"Five dollars."

"You don't take extortion, so selling it for five yuan is too much?"

"Okay, let's see if you sincerely bleed some blood, one piece."

"Hair follicle bleeding?"

"The cost is high, and it takes several days to make this thing."

"Staying to death for more than half an hour is not such a delicate job. Do you really think you are a clay figurine Zhang?"

"Come on, if it's cheaper, you can order it, Anise."

"Twenty cents, I can eat a sumptuous meal at the Puluo restaurant for less than two cents."

The little clay figurine Zhang saw Wu Gou's awkward expression, and recalled Nan Zhiyun's delighted appearance when he saw the clay figurine just now, and his heart sank immediately, and he exhaled and said, "Hexagonal, the lowest price, don't buy it." place to look."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and made a gesture of crawling back, but Wu Gou slapped the middle finger of his left hand hard, and there was a crisp bone sound accompanied by the excruciating pain.

The pain faded away quickly, and Wu Gou whispered to the little clay figurine's ears: "I haven't settled with you for what I did just now. Two cents, a fair price. Buy a clay figurine, or buy it." You add a finger to this signboard, choose for yourself.”

On the deck of the merchant ship at the pier, a large piece of dark viscous liquid was bubbling, but it was a pity that it was already night, otherwise in the clear sunlight, one could see a large group of crimson undercurrents rolling among the white waves.

Except for three men in gray cloaks, there was no one alive on the ship.

They saw that there was no communication, and they were busy with their hands and feet, as if they were looking for something, so they wasted a lot of time.

"No."

The man at the head was talking to himself.

He took a deep breath, and gently pulled the brim of his hat on his face. Under the moonlight, his golden hair looked like a yellow willow hanging down.

"I also thought that it would be a good idea for ordinary people to go out of the city during the relaxing time of the paper lantern festival. I don't know whether the guy we are looking for is more stupid or smarter than expected." Russell said Muttered salty.

Then he reached into his arms and took out a thing in the shape of an early big brother.

Wireless qi pager, its appearance provides a solution for long-distance calls, but it has not yet entered the civilian field.

"Have you intercepted anyone at the other docks, or on the land side?" he said.

"Not yet." The unfamiliar voice was mixed in the intermittent noise of electricity.

"Okay, there's no news so far, probably because I'm being sentimental." Russell shrugged helplessly, "Retreat."

"What about cars and boats and dead people?" the voice asked again.

"What should I do? It's not a vehicle or boat from the chamber of commerce. What does it have to do with us? If it's convenient, set it on fire; if it's inconvenient, throw it away. It doesn't matter, as long as you don't expose yourself."

As Russell said, his eyes sharpened suddenly, pointing directly at a seaside wooden house at the junction of the pier and the land.

The salty sea breeze blew by, and the small windmill on the door of the house turned rustlingly.

At the harbor far away from the city, the moonlight is everywhere, and the slender shadow is stuck on the ground like a knife.

Jiang Mulin.

He was standing under the night sky with a spear in his hand, and the black-blue spear tip reflected the moonlight, like a speck of falling snow.

Russell pulled the brim of his hat forward, and his face was hidden in the shadows.

"According to the port regulations, strictly speaking, Xia people do not have the right to enforce the law. Letting your police enter the concession to patrol is already the result of the chamber of commerce's tolerance."

As he said this, a ray of dark blue light swam away like a wave on the long knife in his hand.

"I'm not here to enforce the law. It's just that the moonlight is bright today, and I came out to enjoy the wind. I happened to run into a mouse."

Jiang Mulin's eyes were gray and unable to see through the light. He stood against the wind, like a sculpture full of oppression.

"If that's the case, can't the hero give me face?"

"It's not something that's on the table, so why talk about it?"

"Let's make a deal. There are thousands of things in the world. It's nothing more than two words, 'exchange'. What do you want? It can't really be our fate, right? I don't think it's worth anything to you."

"It's not that there is no one. A whole ship of people died here. I keep a few as murderers. Can I explain a murder case?"

A faint redness in Luo Su's eyes spread out, and he narrowed his eyes, staring at Jiang Mulin in the distance for a while before he said: "If this is the case, I can provide some people as prisoners, tomorrow—"

"Not tomorrow, just now, the two around you, just give me one."

"You're joking."

"You can also change the price. I hope you will quit this treasure hunt."

"That's fine."

"But this empty talk, I don't believe it. I have seen too many liars over the years, especially those guys from the West. They shout the spirit of contract on their lips, and dare to point their guns at you when you turn around. .”

"What basis do you want? You don't want me to imprint your fingerprints on the spot."

"There is an easier way." Jiang Mulin sucked the sugar cubes with his tongue, and the last trace of sweetness turned into sugar water and dripped into his throat. His hand holding the gun slightly tightened, "As long as you, get out of this city Enough."

At this moment, several groups of orange-red flames rose almost one after the other from several adjacent piers in the distance, spreading out into petal-shaped star spots on the dark sky.

When Russell saw this scene, he suddenly understood a little bit in his heart. He lowered his voice and said darkly: "Mr. Jiang wants to do something, isn't he afraid of the risk?"

"What risk? I know that no one at the table dares to shoot the first shot, so let's have fun secretly. I don't want to be that bad guy with no conscience, so I have to come to trouble you."

"All right--"

Russell's sigh trailed off in the howling wind, and his gaze swept over like a knife.

In the next second, the pitch-black shadow pierced the air, and the tip of the gun turned into a glaring silver scale, twisting together with the standard-shaped long knife in his hand.

The wind howled, several kerosene lamps hanging on the bow were shaken to the ground, the white moonlight was torn into pieces by two sharp blades, the fire spread, the scorching air blew Russell's robe, and a small ball of white steam flowed from him. The heels rise slowly.

The terrifying killing intent in Jiang Mulin's eyes shot out together with all the light, he pressed and lifted his rough hands, the long pole with the silver blade seemed to pass by like sparks, and the constantly shattering streamer turned into a vortex to engulf Russell.

The wind was suddenly fierce in his ear, Jiang Mulin didn't turn his eyes, and the muzzle of the gun swept across a large arc. The two people pressing up on the left and right were forced to step back by the blade of the gun, and the long knife in their hands could not fall.

In the middle, a green light rushed towards his face, Luo Su's face showed a fierce look, but Jiang Mulin's gun kept going, it drew a crescent-like trajectory out of thin air, and hit the top of his head again.

Russell flicked his wrist, the gun blade and the blade were clamped together, and the cold sound pierced into the bones.

That seven-foot spear had too much advantage in terms of weapons. Jiang Mulin was able to fight against three opponents without losing a single trace. His strolling in the courtyard once gave Russell the illusion that he was just playing.

Maybe it's not an illusion
Luo Su's eyes were fixed, obviously there was no communication, the three long knives converged again from three directions, Jiang Mulin swept his arms, and the person on the left stepped back a few steps in response, the black clothes torn by the gun blade were naked. There was a bloody scar, but fortunately it was not deep.

The speed of the figure on the right hand was suddenly a little faster, he grabbed close, the long knife in his hand had not yet had time to slash, Jiang Mulin stood on one leg, a dragon shape under his feet kicked on the knife like a sky-piercing spear. The long knife flew out immediately, reflecting the shining brilliance in the night, it swirled and landed in the distance.

He didn't stop with his hand, the gun head turned around, several streams of light forced Russell not to get close, and at the same time he made another kick, kicking the man on his right far away.

Jiang Mulin had never done this perfect gap. He retracted his legs and turned around, pointing the tip of the gun, and his whole body's breath was strung together. In an instant, the weapon in his hand was like a beast pounced, and the pistol head did not hesitate. Fluorescence falling with the night sky will tear Russell apart.

"scold--"

A few streaks of dark red as thick as a thumb shot out, Jiang Mulin swayed, and the sleeves under his armpit were smashed into several pieces.

With a fierce gaze, the big gun moved and turned, sweeping out streaks of blue brilliance, cutting those strange streaks of dark red to pieces.

Then they "cracked" to the ground, braving opaque foam.

I saw Russell standing in the same place, a large piece of silk and satin wandering in the air along the fingertips like a red moor, cutting through the pale steam.

The sea breeze lifted his tattered long clothes, and the turbine-like cyan components on his lower abdomen burst out like a bull's roar, and the sea water rolled up ten feet behind him, and the black waves were like a city wall, and the huge shadow covered everything in front of him. engulf.

"You don't look like a first-generation implant." Jiang Mulin narrowed his eyes.

"Your expression doesn't look so surprised. Now that you finally see what you want to see, are you satisfied, Jiang?"

"Try to know."

"Also, knowing what the peak combat power of a country is is not a bad thing for me. This information is of great value."

"First, I'm not the peak. Second, if you want to see me do my best, you don't deserve it."

Dragon-like figures tore through the waves.

(End of this chapter)