The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 664 Getting the Goods (1)

But when he heard the words "Emond" again, his heart hurt inexplicably, as if he had been pricked by a needle.

Although the memory of "Emond" was still blank in her mind, the pain of the needle was like a conditioned reflex "muscle memory" that was instinctively awakened.

But he hesitated to speak. After a while, he asked: "About Edmund, can you tell me something about him?"

"I have said everything that needs to be said. I have only met him three times, always as an enemy. I don't know him well," Gao Yang said.

But he couldn't hide his disappointment: "Then why does he want you to take care of me?"

"Maybe he didn't have a choice at the time." Gao Yang half-joked, "Maybe he thought I was a good person."

"What does he mean by taking care of me?" But he continued to ask.

Gao Yang thought for a moment: "You should hope that I can protect you and let you live well. Edmund once said that he joined the Cang Mother Cult to get a boat ticket and take you out of the misty world."

"Haha." Liu Qingqing smiled, "The current information points to the Door of Ending. This door is the only escape in the misty world."

"Yes." Gao Yang nodded: "What our Jiu Si organization has to do is open the door."

But he also said: "Qilin Union also wants to open the door."

"Yes." Gao Yang said, "But there is still a difference."

"What's the difference?" Ke asked again.

"I originally suggested that you open the door because you were a blank slate and the safest and most suitable candidate for the three major organizations. However, Qilin insisted that he open the door. Our differences were irreconcilable. He directly told me Let’s start.”

But after thinking about it for a while, he said dubiously: "Maybe, you are lying to me just to get me to join the gang."

"I only tell the truth, you can judge for yourself." Gao Yang said.

But there was silence again.

"Let's do this. I'll give you a week. You can think about it carefully this week and then give me an answer."

Gao Yang suddenly remembered something, "I remember one more thing about Edmund."

"What's the matter?" But he raised his head again.

"The rings on your hands are a pair, and the other one is in Emond's hand. His body is in the custody of Suzaku, and it should not have been disposed of yet. You can ask to see the body, and I don't think Suzaku will refuse. "

But for another moment, she saw a word engraved on the inner wall of her ring: Never.

After losing her memory, she never understood what it meant.It turns out that there is another ring on Edmond's body. Perhaps there are words on his ring that can give her the answer.

But he raised his head again and said softly: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Gao Yang smiled.

But after another moment of silence, he deliberately asked coldly: "Gao Yang, aren't you afraid that I will tell Suzaku what happened tonight?"

Gao Yang said: "I don't think you would do that."

"why?"

"Emond said that you are not a bad person." Gao Yang said firmly.

But he was startled again, and his chest was pricked by a needle again.

"Oops." Liu Qingqing covered her mouth and smiled, "Even if you really said it, I won't admit it."

Liu Qingqing had already thought of a countermeasure: kill him without admitting it.

The Qilin Union is not willing to break up with Liu Qingqing just because of a one-sided statement over something without evidence. After all, it is not easy to find a second neutral intelligence dealer like her.

"Okay." But nodded again: "I will seriously consider it."

"Yes." There was no eagerness or attentiveness on Gao Yang's face: "Waiting for your reply."

……

March 12st, 19 am.

Scrap car yard in the southern suburbs of Nanji District.In the middle of the empty factory building, there was a cool and rough red modified sports car parked, surrounded by a pile of car parts and repair tools.

Next to the modified sports car was an old and dirty sofa, with a woman sleeping on it.

The translucent skylight cast a ray of sunlight, which happened to hit the sofa, giving her a limited-time sunbath in winter.

The woman is 27 or [-] years old, has short and thick brown hair, wheat-colored skin, neutral facial features, and wears blue overalls. Her face and body are covered in oil, and a wrench fell under the sofa.

It looked like he had stayed up all night last night to change the car. He was so exhausted that he just collapsed on the sofa and fell asleep.

The woman was sleeping deeply, she could hear a soft snoring, and she was completely unaware of the danger.

A dark shadow was approaching quietly, crawling up the sofa along the floor, covering her face.

The black figure bent down, picked up the wrench on the ground, raised it high, and slammed it towards the woman's head.

"brush--"

The wrench made a strong wind sound, and when it was about to open the woman's Tianling Cap, it suddenly stopped and stopped in front of her forehead, and the wind blew her hair away.

"Well, don't make any noise..."

The woman turned over in a daze, spread her limbs in an imageless manner, and her whole body hung diagonally on the sofa, her head tilted back, hanging on the edge of the sofa cushions.

This strange sleeping position caused the zipper of her overalls to be unzipped all the way to her lower abdomen, revealing a black short vest.Her lower abdomen is flat and strong, her breasts are firm, and the lines of her arms, shoulders and neck are full and smooth, not inferior to those of toned women.

The wrench was spinning in the infiltrator's hand. After a few seconds, he poked the woman's shoulder with the wrench and helped her lift up her clothes to cover her body.

"Go away...don't disturb my sleep..." The woman waved her hand and opened the wrench.

Two seconds later, the woman opened her eyes suddenly and fell from the sofa with an "ah" sound.

She sat on the ground and looked up.

The unshaven Douhu, wearing a green sportswear with the word "Leicheng" written on the chest and white edges, squatted beside her expressionlessly, holding a wrench in one hand and a sketchbook in the other.

"...Brother Tiger?" The woman lowered her guard, zipped up her clothes, and scratched her messy hair: "Can you say hello next time you come over?"

Douhu still said nothing, threw away the wrench, took out a marker pen from his pocket, and wrote two words in his sketchbook:
——Get the goods.

"Are you talking directly?" The woman was a little funny: "Are you mute?"

Douhu ignored it, tapped his sketchbook with his fingers, and emphasized the matter of "getting the goods".

"I really admire you. You've been talking about me all day long." The woman stretched and stood up: "Follow me."

The woman's name is Li Zi, the deputy leader of Chen Ying's 3rd team of the Baichuan Regiment, talent [Blacksmith], serial number 85, knowledge department.

Since Green Tea's death, she has acquired another identity, that of a suspected traitor.

Of course, Lizi didn't know this. She stayed in the scrapyard all year round and concentrated on building weapons for the awakened people. She didn't come into contact with many people, and most of her work was done on the phone.

Douhu kept a one-meter distance from Lizi to ensure there would be no physical contact.

Li Zi took out a small remote control from his overalls, pressed it, and the factory door rumbled down to ensure that no third person would come in.

The two quickly walked to a lift door at the end of the factory building.

Lizi pressed the remote control again, and the lift door slowly rose. Inside was a thick iron door. Lizi stepped forward and entered his fingerprint, and the thick iron door opened to both sides.

Behind the door are two blacksmith shops.

On the left is an old-fashioned traditional blacksmith shop. The wooden bellows and stove made with special craftsmanship occupy the main position. Various types of iron hammers made of black gold are hung on the wall. The main purpose here is to make cold weapons.

On the right is a modern blacksmith shop, equipped with vacuum quenching furnaces, air hammers, wire cutting machines, grinders, belt sanders, polishing anvils, various precision hammers, bellows blowers, etc.

The main focus here is to manufacture thermal weapons. On the work desk, there are two distorted black gold pistols. They are the relics of scalpers. Their ending is to be remade and turned into new weapons.

Douhu was moved by the scene and sighed slightly.

He tore off a page from his sketchbook and wrote three words with a marker: "Where is my goods?"

(End of this chapter)