The Last Mecha

Chapter 97 The Sun Never Sets ([-])

Wu Goude admitted that his mother's performance in the face of the pill called Wuxing Dan was not exaggerated. The strong smell of the medicine rolled down his throat and made him think that he was an old Chinese medicine jar.

He sat down and poured hot water into his stomach to speed up the catalytic reaction of the elixir, but this time, Wu Gou didn't dare to drink the decocted medicinal material after thinking about it.

As a mortal, if I use several medicines indiscriminately, some strange chemical reactions will occur in my body, it may become an unsolved case.

Swallowing Blood and Qiongqi cut his fingers, and the blue and red colors mixed strangely between his fingers, faintly exuding a strange brilliance.

His qi is now at 4.87, and he has used all the resources he has in order to directly break through the 5 level.

This is a huge improvement for him now.

Wu Gou took a deep breath, thinking that he would not be so unlucky, he would fall into the ocean of thinking every time, and sink into the memories.

He sank into the spiritual world, and the colors in his mind were like waves.

The difference from before is that the coolness of the Five Elements Pill lingers for a long time, like a floating dust, sweeping away the dusty world.

He stretched out his hand in consciousness, and unexpectedly stretched out a distance of ten feet and hundreds of feet, touching the invisible barrier on the horizon.

The sky and the earth trembled, and the mountains and rivers echoed.

Darkness ended.

The siren sounded, Wu Gou opened his eyes and found himself lying on the army green steel bed, the sky blue pillow was embroidered with simple Breton script, and angels and demons intertwined in the clouds.

He stood up, and on the glass was a man with a weathered face, with knife-like wrinkles pulled down from both sides.

The wind outside the window was not small, and the drizzle fell obliquely all over the sky, as if it was the sky and the earth that were crooked.

Almost no one was seen holding an umbrella, and the men in suits tightened the brim of their jazz hats, wrapping their coats and walking in the cold wind.

Without warning, the blinding lightning pierced the sky, and the terrifying sound of the explosion pierced his heart. The man was obviously taken aback. With a careless hand in his hand, the domed jazz hat flew up with the wind, revealing the Blonde hair and blue eyes.

The hat fell into the murky and dark river water and swirled slowly, but soon the tugboat not far away was belching pale smoke in the rain, rolling up dark brown waves and swallowing it in one gulp.

On the dark green sign with rust on the river bank is a string of simple English.

River Thames
On March 1723, 3 in the new calendar, after experiencing several disputes in Western Europe, the empire known as the sun never sets, unknowingly, also showed a trace of fatigue belonging to the twilight years.

The deserted streets, the buildings turned into wreckage are distorted and broken, and the warplanes of the Church State on the other side of the ocean dropped hundreds of thousands of pounds of bombs within a few months. Although the war finally ended in peace talks, the impact on this superpower was deeply rooted. of.

Downstairs, a thin girl with a bamboo basket hanging under her arm, her long golden hair was covered with rainwater, she was trembling, she didn't know what to sell to passers-by on the roadside, but when she heard the thick sucole After the accent, almost no one cares.

The bronze car without a fuel hole drove slowly over the potholes. The sound of gears and pumps was mixed with the sound of falling rainwater, and two unusually clear mud tracks were drawn on the muddy ground, but they were blocked by four nozzles. covered by thick steam.

The cold rain hit the car body, and a trace of cyan drifted like smoke in the dancing light. The addition of qi metal gave it a skeleton with memory, and even a moderate-intensity impact would recover within a few days.

In this day and age, this is a precious artifact that ordinary people cannot afford.

The girl seemed to know this too. When she saw the car passing by, she unconsciously lowered the hem of her skirt and avoided it, for fear of getting the car dirty.

However, the car stopped in front of him, and a clenched milky white glove protruded from behind the glass window, as if saying something to her, and then the girl stretched out her hand, and the glove was also loosened, and several bright silver Coins tumbled.

Then the people inside waved their hands, as if to repel flies.

The girl tactfully carried the basket and turned to leave, but before leaving, she turned her head quietly and glanced at the room where Wu Gou was.

Only for a brief moment.

The car door opened, and a Breton with a stature like a bamboo pole came out of it, with thin features and a pale face.

The man turned his head, the pupils in his eye sockets were an extremely rare deep rose color, he grabbed the brim of his hat with one hand, smiled brightly at Wu Gou, and bowed slightly.

Wu Gou stood up and pushed open the door. The raindrops were blown into the room by the strong wind. The Breton was already standing at the door, with an oak pipe carved with patterns hanging from the corner of his mouth at some point.

"Do you want a fire?"

He looked at the man in front of him and asked subconsciously.

"Thank you for your kindness, but there's no need for it." The Briton smiled slightly, two sparks suddenly burst out from the pipe at the corner of his mouth, and then the gray smoke shot up, "This is the advantage of me, you know, now the match Lighters and lighters are priceless necessities - sorry, Parker Russell, just call me Russell, I'm sorry you just saw the ugly scene of this country, most girls at this age will have a bright future."

"For me, it's not ugly. When I was a child, in the most developed cities of Xia Kingdom, the number of such children accounted for more than half. I grew up in an ugly state."

Wu Gou pursed his lips, and didn't respond to the strange phase on Russell's body. He turned back and sat on the old sofa that lost its elasticity, staring at the misty guy with his dark eyes, as if he was waiting for him to speak.

"You know, we used to admire oriental civilization, Confucianism, Confucianism, and Taoism. In the eyes of poets 200 years ago, they were classics that were more noble than laws. So I thought that businessmen from the Far East would have a literary spirit, but now It seems to be a big mistake." Russell's pink eyes stared at Wu Gou, "My friend, you look more like a soldier, which makes me wonder if you really want to do business .”

"I have traveled thousands of miles to this gloomy island, and it's definitely not for vacation." Wu Gou reached for his waist with his sharp fingers, and took out the cardboard box with the old knife written on it, and lightly touched it on his thigh. Knock, "You need to know how many winds and waves it takes to get here from Daxia. If you go by land, there are more robbers than good people in Luoche, and the continuous heavy snow can't see the end. By water, I have killed five pirate leaders this time. , the literary merchants you are looking for, I am afraid those guys only dare to sell their catches on the coastline of the motherland."

"Very well, you deserve the guts to talk to old Russell. What kind of business do you do? Guns, raw materials, blueprints, drugs, or secrets?"

"I've done what you said, but I've come all the way. These ordinary things are somewhat difficult to pay back. The business I want to do requires greater profits." Wu Gou said, between his fingers After a song, the yellow and white cigarettes swirled and fell into Russell's hands, "Try the oriental smoke, although it is rough, it has more flavor."

"It's better to be respectful than to obey." Russell smiled slightly, he took off the pipe, and the cigarette between his fingers sparked unconsciously, and the corner of his mouth was pursed, and gray smoke gushed down his nose, "Well, it's really good, compared to The cigarettes in Lower Britannia may be more attractive to men. If possible, please sell me fifty boxes of these cigarettes. I know that it would not be worthwhile to resell them after including the shipping cost. Selling is different, okay, let's get down to business, what kind of business are you going to do?"

"people."

Wu Gou opened his mouth, and spit out a word and two smoke rings.

(End of this chapter)