Abyss Express

"Are you the head of this bar?"

Early the next morning, three uninvited guests knocked on the door of [JoeStar's] bar.

Xueming had just made honey milk, and was about to deliver hangover drinks to his friends. When he was walking out from the bar, he bumped into a cold and serious young man——

——This young man with two hippie smiling faces, wearing Guangling Zhixi soldier's portable equipment and MOLLE, fully armed, the main weapon is AR15, and the secondary weapon is Sig Sauer 1911, standard American soldier equipment.

Mr. Victor and Xue Ming mentioned this. When the master mason was busy building and decorating, there were three guys who were going to come to collect protection fees.

Bai Lu and Tang Ning didn't mention this matter, and Xue Ming didn't take it to heart either. This is the Nine Realms, the starting point of the entire Abyss Railway, and it should be the most well-behaved area.

Xueming didn't understand——

——He came back from Niflheim, but any underground newspaper with good information should have been squatting outside the bar long ago, waiting for the relevant members of the assault team to appear, so as to collect some news.

He originally thought that there might be some fellows who were interested in [JoeStar] outside the door. For example, as he expected at the beginning, this place would become another general director counter at Nine Realms Station, which would give people who return to the station a second time. Drinking and chatting everywhere, a big stage for gun fighting and sword fighting.

But at this moment, there is no reporter, no passenger, and no manager to be the peacemaker.

The three soldiers of Guangling Zhixi stood outside the door, completely ignoring [Anonymous's] leader. Prepare to ask for a [protection fee]—it may have a nice name, such as [example money] or [insurance money].

These things made Xue Ming think about it. After holding the birthday party for Bu Meteor, he had to devote himself to endless work.

There are many things waiting for Xueming to deal with. In order to repay Teacher Aling for protecting her during the Battle of Niflheim, he promised this eccentric VIP to help her repair props. Heaped in the warehouse, like an ugly rust monster, poking at Xue Ming's anxious nerves all the time.

In addition, the renovation cost of the club has already emptied Xiao Qi's pocket. Today Xue Ming is going to go to the boss to report on his work, and by the way, he will clear up the accounts of the last three times.

Why do you say three times?

The Battle of Red Star Mountain in Niflheim counts as one.

Sixty-three's arrest mission counts as one.

Ritual labor during the harvest season counts as one.

Xue Ming is not some kind of charity ambassador. Most of these blood-licking jobs can be exchanged for a lot of money, and what the club lacks most now is money.

It’s just that after Aohen Mingde returned to its post, there were too many affairs piled up before. The most precious resource in the underground world is [people] themselves--the King Hunter can act as an agent for part of it, but regarding people’s life, old age, sickness and death, especially VIP-related personnel matters are in the hands of the BOSS.

These things piled up, like Chief Jessica's room was so messy, Xue Ming had to tidy it up little by little.

At this point in time - three cuties suddenly came to ask for protection money, which made Xueming puzzled.

He guessed in his heart——

——Whose order is this?

It's just that the BOSS simply feels that the land in front of the observatory is too expensive, so it's a bit unwilling to hand it over to [Anonymous]? Does the little black cat want to collect some money from another angle?

The young man in the lead looked very young, with mature and stable brows, like the leader of the combat group, not a hooligan at all, he was about to ask [Who is the leader of Anonymous? ], could it be a toolman sent by the Senate to test the reality of [Anonymous] among other schools of thought?

Or, am I thinking too much?

Jiang Xueming was expressionless, holding a large dinner plate, and carefully observed the expressions and appearances of the three little brothers.

Is it just that they come to my shop for some fun on a whim?

No no no, it's not that simple, they came with guns.

When entering and exiting the Nine Realms and Hung Hom, you have to disarm when you pass through the gates. It is definitely not something that can be done with money.

It took Jiang Xueming about ten seconds to figure it out.

He is not as simple as Meteor, he has long understood the operating rules of human society——

——Whether it is on the ground or underground, if a new store is about to open, there will always be strange hostility released to other merchants. After all, customers have so much money in their pockets, and there are so many passengers at the station. It is a resource that needs to be contended for.

The little brother who took the lead asked, "Are you the head of the Wuming family?"

Jiang Xueming replied calmly, "No."

The little brother then asked in English: "Then who is it? I have been working on this matter for more than three months - just for your club, stationed in the Council of Five Kings, to calculate the [insurance money] clearly."

Jiang Xueming switched to English: "She is not here for now."

The little brother immediately became alert: "Is the head of the family a woman?"

Jiang Xueming remembered Mr. Victor's entrustment to keep his name anonymous to the outside world.

"right."

The little brother finally became impatient, "I don't care who she is, she looks like the manager of this bar, I want to ask you a few questions."

Xue Ming didn't answer immediately, and opened the door completely——

——As he was handing out honey milk to the hands of the two young men next to him, he was picking people up in the house. Finally, drinks were delivered to the leader.

He kept 10,000 extra thoughts in his mind, and finally he was convinced of the leader's position in the team.

When the two little attendants took the drinks with smiles, they didn't move their mouths immediately, but deliberately gave Xue Ming a hard look, and then commented on the gray brick wall in the shop and the construction elevator on the second floor.

When the leader got the milk, the little brother on the left took the first sip, his nose fluttered to smell the smell in the cup, his tongue twitched the fleshy wall of his mouth, trying to taste all the honey and milk, finally seemed relieved Yes, I raised my eyebrows with the leader one more time, and then the leader started to drink.

After the lead brother Bing finished drinking the milk, the little follower who was still sitting with his legs crossed in front of the bar on the right finally slowly raised his cup, drank it down, and put it in front of Xueming, signaling for another cup.

Jiang Xueming unhurriedly refilled the glasses for the three of them one by one, and finally said hello for the first time.

"Hello, I'm [JoeStar's] gunsmith."

Before he could finish speaking, Guardian Ah Zuo immediately yelled: "I read online novels! Is it that so-and-so [Gunsmith]? It was written by that guy who played games every day and married a female fan"

Jiang Xueming explained: "No, no, no. There are many weapon companies in the world. Most of the firearms they manufacture are assembly line products of stamping, die-casting, cutting and milling in hardware processing factories. There are also professional weapon designers. Gunsmiths are different. There are Many studios specially set up for rapid-fire competitive competitions customize these things for contestants or firearm enthusiasts, such as lightening firearms, collecting your shooting data, and designing firearms for your shooting habits-this is called tailor-made Do, if you read knight novels, it's like a weapon craftsman custom-made armor for a knight."

Guardian Right said in surprise: "Hasben, is he the blacksmith of [Anonymous]? Is he the weapon designer of [Anonymous]?"

Jiang Xueming smiled and shook his head: "Not as powerful as you said, I just know a little bit. I can't talk about a designer. It is most appropriate to call me [Gunsmith]."

Immediately afterwards, Xue Ming stretched out his hand and greeted the leader cordially.

"He called you Husband? Now that you know my nickname, I will also tell you my real name. My name is Jiang Xueming, and I am the gunsmith of [Anonymous]. Did you ask me?"

The leading brother immediately said: "Hasben Madison——I'm the Guangling Suspense Rapid Response Force in District 11, the squad leader of the third division of the Ranger Regiment."

Jiang Xueming was still waiting, waiting for the other party to shake hands.

"Mr. Husband, what are you waiting for? Wait for me to introduce our speaker? At least you can shake my hand first, and then talk about her and the insurance money? You are from the rapid reaction force, Saving people from fire and water is not like some unreasonable guy."

Husband still didn't raise his hand, but just looked at Jiang Xueming's gloves with disgust.

"I don't shake hands with people who wear gloves—in our jurisdiction, handshakes are all about honesty, exchanging pheromones, and understanding whether the person in front of us is worthy of our trust and friendship."

Xiao Zuo immediately yelled: "Gunsmith! If you refuse to take off your gloves, you will not give face to our captain!"

Xiaoyou drank the milk in one breath, threw the cup in anger, and released all the fierceness in his body: "Take off your gloves! Don't you understand? Is it hard to understand? Hasben has already agreed to your request to shake hands. You have to take off your gloves, like a stripper taking off her pantyhose for a tip!"

Jiang Xueming: "Are you sure?"

Husband: "Is there anything wrong? Is it a shame for you to take off the gloves? It's like your underwear? Hiding some dirty things?"

I saw the leader of the army take off his helmet, shake his long fiery red hair, and reveal his full forehead and tough cheeks. He is an upright man. He no longer hides his face and expression, and reaches out to Jiang Xueming. Wait for Xueming to take off the gloves.

Jiang Xueming: "I told you in advance that I have soul power, and I can activate my ability through the palm of my hand."

Husband: "Are you Morpho?"

Jiang Xueming: "Yes."

Husband: "I have never seen such a young Morpho. You look like you are only in your early twenties."

Xiao Zuo: "You're lying, right? Ha."

Xiaoyou: "Every month we have one or two life-and-death experiences, and finally transformed into a cocoon stage, hey! Anonymous gunsmith, do you brag that you don't write drafts?"

Jiang Xueming took out the crew card, and before he had time to update the information, he had to hand it over to Hasben.

"I don't mean to brag. I'm Morpho, and I haven't started the VIP trial mission yet."

Hasben took the card and looked at it, his eyes were suspicious. Combined with the information in the crew log, he became more and more surprised-this unattractive (Hasben thought it was unattractive) guy in front of him actually killed so many people, Killed so many monsters.

Crew logs cannot be falsified. Even if it is a self-proclaimed record, the authenticity of the mission results will be verified one by one with the cooperation of the station employees and Victor.

Although the information on the card only records the cocooning period, if you really judge according to the content described in the log, the gunsmith has just returned from Niflheim and seems to have participated in the ceremony of the harvest season, which is only for VIPs. And some dignitaries are eligible to enter the main venue on the terrace.

According to Victor's instructions, Xue Ming has already erased all the information about [Anonymous] from the diary. In fact, there is very little content about this part. He has never paid much attention to false fame. The owner of the bone, as well as the plans for the club, have been blacked out and kept secret.

The information cards of the VIPs and the diaries of many passengers are similarly blacked out and kept secret. In the eyes of the soldiers of Guangling Zhixi, these secret texts are not strange.

Even knowing that Jiang Xueming possesses soul power, Hasben still looks like he's not going to lose.

He pouted, and handed the soldier's ID to Xue Ming, as if he was in a knight's contest, and he asked the two little followers to present the ID to Xue Ming.

"Thank you." Jiang Xueming checked the information one by one, and finally felt relieved.

These three little brothers came from the same place, like young boys from a small town.

Hasben was promoted recently, and went to the Sunflower Headquarters in the 11th District to report, and brought two fellow villagers to the big city to work hard. It is probably just an excuse to come to [JoeStar] to collect protection money. It is his superior, or A middleman wanted to know the information about this club and what Ao Han Mingde was going to do, so he let these young people block the door.

It's just that Husband doesn't seem to understand this—

——He only knows that if he can't complete this task and receive [JoeStar's] insurance money, he might find it difficult to gain a foothold in the Rangers. It is his honor to work for the Sunflower Senate, and he must seize this opportunity to make a fortune. If you don't make the matter a little bigger, the anonymous person won't come forward at all. It's best to get one or two photos to recognize this mysterious guy.

So Husband continued to ask: "Are you still unwilling to take off your gloves?"

"You are only eighteen years old, and you have a bright future. There is no need to compete with me on this kind of etiquette." Jiang Xueming persuaded him kindly.

Husband sneered: "It's not that I look down on you, brothers?"

Xiao Zuo: "I just want to see and see!"

Xiaoyou: "Yes, yes, yes! Experience and experience! We haven't shake hands with Morpho yet! It's a rare opportunity! Big man!"

The moment Jiang Xueming took off his gloves, the three little guys involuntarily pressed the quick-draw holsters on their waists——

——Because they could clearly feel that the man in front of them had entered a combat state.

He seemed a little annoyed, the smell from the sweat accumulated on his hands was very dangerous.

Hasbun broke out in cold sweat. This was the evil Hades that he had never seen in his career in security and defense missions.

He was very young, only eighteen years old. Although he hadn't encountered any horrific enemies, the disaster beasts that the quick response force had to deal with were also sudden and extremely catastrophic things.

But this guy feels very bad, and it's not the same as the pheromones expressed by those disaster beasts.

Calamity beasts have abundant vitality. If they eat people, they will be a stinking Reiatsu.

The moment the gunsmith took off his gloves, the sweet smell of rust came over him. In the sweat vapor that freely overflowed from his arms, there was an inexplicable fragrance hidden, which made it easy for people to be intoxicated. Before you know it, your body will relax, your weaknesses will be exposed, and you will eventually fall into the dead end.

Little Zuo was sweating profusely, and said to Hasben, "Boss, how about us?"

Xiaoyou immediately interrupted: "Be careful, Husband."

Husband mustered up his courage, pouted his mouth, widened his eyes, frowned and glared angrily. He only managed to roar out on the spot to amplify the prestige of the spirit body. He saw the gunsmith wipe his hands clean with the non-woven cloth on the doorknob. , still like an iron sculpture, waiting for the handshake ceremony of the guests.

Right now, right now—

—Husband was about to take a brave step forward.

A black shadow suddenly pushed him away.

Immediately afterwards, Mr. Wen Bucai carried the birthday present and a large bag of snacks from Mimir Hot Spring, and rudely knocked the reckless boy away.

"Accept it! Gunsmith!"

Xue Ming: "Thank you, is it for Meteor?"

Mr. Wen Bucai said with a smile, "Ah yes!"

Husband was knocked out two or three steps by this uninvited VIP, his heart was blown away, and he could no longer concentrate, so he immediately complained.

"Sir! I came first! I."

Wen Bucai showed his sense of humor to the young people on the spot.

He stood shoulder to shoulder with Xueming, and said to Haspen first.

"I'm protecting you."

Husband: "Protect me?"

Wen Bucai then greeted Xueming again: "Do me a favor, as a gift in return, I want to see my wife and children."

Without waiting for Xueming to do anything, Wen Bucai immediately held Xueming's palm, and then fell to the ground as if he was drunk.

So fast, Amin didn't even have time to help.

The scene was quite embarrassing, as the two little followers of the Ranger regiment pulled out their guns nervously.

Husband stared at the big man who was limp on the ground in astonishment, and did not let out a loud grunt until Wen Bu.

Jiang Xueming yelled in the direction of the Observatory leading to the Council of Five Kings. The medical staff had dealt with Robert Downing last time. This time, seeing Wen Bucai, they were quick and familiar with their hands and feet. Sending them off like this - anyway, they are all Heishi people, not bad.

Husband: "Him. He. Your hand."

Jiang Xueming put the gloves back on—and specially replaced them with a new pair.

"Hi, Hasben Madison, come and shake hands, don't worry about the VIP who fainted just now - I know you are very interested in the leader of the Anonymous, let's talk about her, I will try my best to cooperate with you , including the insurance money, I will pay you if necessary."

Finally, Husband put away all his arrogance and shook hands with it.

"OK. OK."