Abyss Express

Xue Ming sat at the bar and listed a row of cups to prepare drinks for his hangover friends in advance.

The golden yellow milk soup falls into the cup one after another, forming a vortex.

Without raising his head, he went straight to the point.

"How do you calculate your [insurance money]?"

Hasben never expected that the other party would obediently pay the money——

——He originally wanted to come here to do something, so that the head of [Anonymous] could come forward, so as to obtain some information, but now he was caught in a difficult situation.

"Uh, me." Haspen hesitated, unable to utter a word for a long time.

The two boys from the same country looked anxiously, but they couldn't help the team leader a little bit.

They come from satellite towns, from impoverished and backward mountain cities, and finally entered the big cities, where have they met 10,000 kind-hearted people.

Jiang Xueming flicked his fingers, and the cups, like obedient domestic dogs, slid on the table and sent them to the water table next to the porch, neatly arranged in a straight line.

Then he said to Husband.

"Are you new here?"

Husband: "Yes"

Jiang Xueming: "Have you consulted with your colleagues on this matter?"

Husband: "I heard"

Jiang Xueming: "What standard is the insurance premium collected by?"

Husband: "Should be"

Jiang Xueming: "Don't say [should]—this is the rule, and the rules cannot be changed and guessed randomly. I have seen this kind of rule at the Mimir Hot Spring Market."

Speaking of this, Xue Ming took out his small book and quickly recorded it in the account.

"Like the square near the station in the Mimier Hot Spring Market, the insurance premium for the surrounding board and lodging stores is 7%, which is collected by the Redstone Rock Band every month, and the money handed over to the Guangling Zhixi Rapid Response Team may have to be withdrawn Thirty percent."

Husband seemed to grasp at straws: "That's right."

Jiang Xueming went on to say: "The insurance premiums for the clothing industry and weapon suppliers will be much more expensive. After all, they are not livelihood industries. Excluding taxes, they have to pay 18% of the insurance premiums every month-the Redstone Rock Band and Guangling Zhixi will guarantee these. The safety of merchants, and any personal and financial damage caused by force majeure other than natural disasters need to be paid according to the price."

He bit the pen holder and explained with Husband in detail.

"Different regions also have different payment methods. For example, the unknown land that is inaccessible, the amount of insurance business that needs to be paid will also increase. The farther away from the station, the more expensive it is. Then Hasben, you know how safe the Nine Realms Station is. What percentage of the turnover should I pay you?"

Husband said without thinking, "Twenty percent."

"Yes, it's the highest one." Jiang Xueming applauded lightly and put down his pen: "Since this club involves the transformation and production of military equipment, I need to pay 2% to the garrison team at Nine Worlds Station every month Ten after-tax business income, so here comes the question, Husband, what are you doing here at my unopened store?"

Hasben took out a cigarette from his pocket and was about to light it up, trying to use nicotine to soothe his nervous heart.

"Smoking is not allowed here, the smoking room has not been built yet." Jiang Xueming looked normal.

Husband doesn't care about it, what is there to worry about in the construction site? Immediately after that, they were about to light a cigarette, and Jiang Xueming finished talking.

"Your mason has been working here for more than half a year. We have been responsible for the safety production work here. There is no credit but hard work. You have to give some money."

Jiang Xueming reached out and squeezed out the cigarette butt in Hasben's mouth——

—Two black marks were scalded on the white glove.

"It's not in accordance with the rules, Husband, whether it's you smoking in the store or asking me for the fee in advance, it's not in accordance with the rules."

In just a split second, Husband mobilized his spirit body, intending to fight against the gunsmith's smoke extinguishing hand.

But the steel arm that suddenly appeared seemed to be grabbing a piece of tofu, tearing his weak spirit body into pieces.

Sharp and piercing neuralgia came from his forearm, his face was pale in cold sweat, and he watched the cigarette on his mouth being taken away by Xue Ming.

The gunsmith unhurriedly took out a spare ashtray from under the bar, completely extinguished the cigarette, and finally spoke slowly.

"I know what this money represents. Different regions need different funding structures to support the missions of armed personnel—to buy weapons and unite people. But the rules are the rules, like the full set of equipment on your body."

He pointed to Husband's headband.

"Triangle hemostatic bandage."

He points to the helmet.

"You bought your own unofficially rationed survival lights."

Point to the primary weapon.

"Gun lights and mouse tail slots and holographic sights are additional purchases."

Point to the secondary weapon.

"The flame arrester and the flashlight cost money."

Point to MOLLE's hanging board.

"GPS navigation, Ranger Regiment encrypted friend-or-foe markings, explosion level indicator."

Pointing to the waist hanging part of the straps.

"Six extended magazines, all with quick-extraction plates."

Pointing to the body armor under the carrying equipment.

"It's made of rock wool, and it's not the standard bulletproof vest for Guangling Zhixi."

Point to the leg hanger and waist hanger.

"Two knives, a utility knife for cutting downhill ropes and defusing bombs, and a short knife for combat."

In the end, he returned to the two little friends beside Hasben.

"Your vanguard sentinel is the one on the left. It has been replaced with a lightweight CQB rifle stock for indoor combat. The other has a long sight added to the gun and the barrel has also been replaced. He is your sniper."

Jiang Xueming finally said——

"—All of these need money. I know that money is very important, and I respect your profession. Every penny I pay will become your fighting power, but you have to follow the rules, right?"

Husband frowned and nodded, feeling that the gunsmith was quite tricky.

Jiang Xueming changed the subject: "You want to know the leader of [Anonymous]?"

Like a fish biting a hook, Husband immediately asked, "Yes!"

Jiang Xueming: "She doesn't like to be discussed by others, and she doesn't like to show off in front of many people. She has a social phobia."

Husband: "May I know her name?"

Jiang Xueming: "I'm afraid not."

Husband muttered in a low voice: "What can I do. What can I do."

This damned gunsmith is like an iron plate, leaving no breakthrough for him——

——I wanted to find a random reason to make something happen, but this guy is very slippery. Haspen's team really wants to make trouble in this bar, and Ao Han Mingde blames him. I'm afraid he won't be able to keep his job.

Jiang Xueming: "You have a mission? Do you want to investigate who [Anonymous] said?"

"Hey—" Husband gasped.

Jiang Xueming: "It's a good guess."

At this point, Husband didn't intend to hide it. The young man was indignant, as if he wanted to cut his flesh and blood, and took out a handful of crumpled money from his pocket.

"Do me a favor? Do me a favor? Dude"

Jiang Xueming: "What do you mean by giving me money?"

Husband changed to a flattering expression, and he couldn't even make a business-like smirk.

"I want to ask you about her. It's best to bring some photos back with you."

Xue Ming straightened a piece of Zhang Huishi coin, straightened every corner, when he saw the blood on the coin, he felt a sharp pain in his heart.

"Then you can start asking."

Hasben took out his mobile phone and prepared to take notes. His right hand was still trembling because of neuralgia. Jiang Xueming poured some Wangyou tea for the little brother to repair the nerve damage.

"Take it easy, you'll feel better if you drink it."

Haspen slapped the back of his hands nervously and anxiously, and threw the three-defense machine on the table, trying to restrain this disobedient hand, but when he heard the gunsmith's order, he drank the tea in one gulp.

"Is this something from the VIP special tea room?"

Jiang Xueming: "Yes."

After drinking the tea soup, Hasben, like an unconvinced child, added two pyroxene coins to the table.

"Here! In your territory, follow your rules!"

Xue Ming smiled, and gave this young man a live performance of what is called a business smirk.

"Please."

Hasben followed the instructions of the big man on the phone and asked one by one: "What's her name? Name?"

Xue Ming: "We call her [Big Sister`大姐大]."

Husband: "What's your real name?"

Xue Ming: "You have to pay more."

Husband immediately grabbed the younger brother, and with the resentful and dissatisfied expressions of the little left and the right, he took out his trouser pockets and scraped his butt pockets, and scraped together seventy-two yuan.

Xueming: "Not enough."

"Not enough?" Husband immediately slapped the table: "Don't push yourself too hard! Gunsmith!"

"Don't push yourself too hard! —Mr. Husband!" Jiang Xueming leaned on the bar table like an angry tiger, his eyes suddenly turned blood red, and he yelled at the young man back to the chair.

"Why do you smoke in the club?" Before he could say it, Xue Ming had already grabbed Haspen's cigarette case, "Mr. Haspen, why?"

Before the other party could answer, Jiang Xueming had already taken out one of them.

"I told you about our rules here, and you still have to break them, time and time again."

The dexterous fingers passed the cigarette from the little finger to the thumb, and so on, from the left hand to the right hand, and then Xue Ming put it in his mouth.

"You can enjoy your mouth like this, you can come in politely, you can tell me [Gunsmith, hey! I want to spend money to buy some information], you can sit down generously, you can tell me, what are you doing recently? Very tight, just went to District 11, a lot of things to do, everything depends on money - you are poor, can't find a suitable headband, you can only use a triangle bandage to cover the injury of the skull - your hair It's very beautiful, but there's only a scar left in that place, and the red hair hasn't grown out yet, right?"

Hasben breathed hard, his eyes were bloodshot, but it disappeared in a short moment.

Jiang Xueming went on to say: "Remember [Anonymous's] rules, remember clearly, it will cost a lot of money to inquire about [Big Sister·大姐大]. Who do you think she is? The top singer in the nightclub? Or some idol star ?"

"Am I her agent? Or your paparazzi? Mr. Hasburn, you didn't pay enough."

"I see." Husband took off the strap and put the main weapon on the table: "Is this enough?"

Jiang Xueming brought the AR15 and tapped its plastic trigger lock lightly, "Can I check it? It looks good."

Husband: "Yes."

The expressions of the two little followers changed immediately.

"team leader!"

"This is not for sale!"

Xue Ming unlocked it proficiently and began to inspect the firearm. In just a few seconds, he took the two arms of the spirit body and disassembled it into parts.

The wear and tear of the bolt and the copper slag from the primer were so glaring in Husband's eyes. When the removal lever was pulled out, the steel bar was already whitish, and half of the diamond coating was gone.

Its flashlight flashlight is broken, and the luminosity of the laser-assisted aiming is not clear enough, and it has been used for a long time.

Hasburne explained nervously, "I know it looks old. But I'm the commander and stormer of the team, and it definitely is."

"Excellent main weapon." Jiang Xueming interrupted.

Husband was stunned for a while, and then began to nod.

Xue Ming then finished assembling the firearm, and turned sideways to aim the gun.

"The fishbone grip is polished, and you don't have a front grip or a hand stop, which is correct-requiring multiple intense firefights will strain the joints of the rig and affect your shooting accuracy. It's The stock fits nicely on the shoulder, you added some cowhide."

Husband: "Yes. Yes"

Jiang Xueming pulled the bolt, hung up the gun, and then hit the release button. The locking action of the firearm was clean and neat without any malfunction.

"Although it's missing some oxide and plating, it's not pretty - but it's deadly. You're a good fighter, Mr. Hasburn."

"Thank you." Husband's heart finally returned to his stomach, and he asked, "Gunsmith, is my weapon worth it? Can I exchange it for Big Sister's real name?"

Jiang Xueming sent AR15 back.

"Unfortunately, no."

Husband asked in surprise, "No?"

Jiang Xueming shook his head.

"No, because I don't know her real name. I can't answer this question. You can follow the memo on your mobile phone and continue to ask."

Hasben nervously held his mobile phone, and then read the words according to the script.

"What does she like? If you want to give her a gift, please her"

Jiang Xueming: "Pink things."

Husband: "Can you be more specific?"

Jiang Xueming: "Guns are things that can kill people."

Husband immediately started typing on his mobile phone, preparing to send all the news back to Sunflower's Senate——

"—Don't worry." Jiang Xueming immediately grabbed Haspen's hand.

Husband was sweating profusely: "Gunsmith, what do you mean? I've already wasted a lot of time on this matter! I"

Jiang Xueming lowered his head, and said each word with a pause: "Listen to me."

Hasben didn't know what the butler of [Anonymous] was trying to trick, so he could only cooperate with the other party and continue to ask questions.

"Which area is she more active in?"

Jiang Xueming: "Aohen Mingde regards [Anonymous] as a special operations group, any block, any special operations group may be involved."

Husband: "What about the next mission?"

Jiang Xueming: "District 48."

Husband: "Specifically"

Jiang Xueming: "That's it."

Husband: "If it's convenient, can I meet her? My boss wants to see her."

Jiang Xueming: "If you want to convey this message, present your secondary weapons."

"No, no, no boss!" Xiao Zuo immediately clutched his pocket and pulled out his holster: "This is my wife, my lover! My second life! I will be loyal to her!"

For the vanguard sentry, it is often the case that the magazine of the main weapon is emptied to suppress the firepower and escape from the street fighting. For Xiao Zuo, the pistol is his other life.

"Hand it over!" Husband scolded, "Hand it up! This job is very important to us! It's a nomination! As long as it can be completed, I'll buy you a new one!"

In the end, three law enforcement guns were neatly placed on the table.

Jiang Xueming disassembled them one by one, and then found a pair of boots and a scrap of titanium alloy from under the bar.

Sig Sauer 1911 is also a modified version of STI2011, which is used by law enforcement officers in the US Federal Court. The price is about 3000 knives.

The guys in these guys' hands are expensive, and they all live with their heads on their waists, and they will never neglect their weapons.

Xue Ming took the vodka from the drill boy Diamond from the wine cabinet and poured it into the cup.

He disassembled the three guns one by one, degreased and cleaned all the components of the pin spring hammer assembly, and then called out [Fragrant Fantasy] to mill the parts, and copied three brand new pistols according to the gourd painting.

The big steel cat had ten thousand reluctances in his heart, returned to Xueming's body after work, and refused to say a word.

Jiang Xueming put the three rusty old guns under the counter, put the small spring parts back into the new guns, and pushed them towards Hasben and the others.

"This is a welcome gift from [Anonymous] to a brave warrior."

Husband said in surprise, "Gunsmith, are you kidding me?"

Xiao Zuo's eyes are about to fall out of their sockets——

"—The all-steel version of Staccato can be bought in the underground world, and it costs more than 400 yuan. It is very troublesome to bring it down from the surface. It is made of titanium alloy."

Husband: "Hey! You wake up!"

Xiao Zuo was already drooling: "Gunsmith! Is this for me?"

Jiang Xueming: "Yes."

Xiao Zuo picked up the gleaming silver gun body, and when he pulled the slide, he heard a crisp clicking sound.

"I'm sorry! Wife, you can only be your ex-wife now!"

With a suspicious expression on his face, Husband held up this overly exquisite sub-weapon. It was very light and quick to respond. It's just that the cold grip feels like a cut, but a few sandpapers will do the trick.

"What on earth do you want? These things are far more valuable than the money I paid you."

"That's why I want you to take your time." Jiang Xueming gathered all the banknotes handed over by Mr. Hasburn, and slowly pushed them back, "You believe in the news you bought with money, and you must send it immediately." Go back, and can't wait to use it as your vote to claim credit for your boss."

Husband: "You lied to me?"

Jiang Xueming: "No, you remember another rule of [Anonymous], gunsmiths don't lie."

Husband: "Then what do you mean by doing these rituals?"

Jiang Xueming put the boots in the center of the table, and continued.

"I give you a gun for free, but you are suspicious. People are such strange things. I think you should be more cautious and more tactful, Mr. Hasburn - please put everything I say to you, Treat it carefully and cautiously as your own bargaining chip to fight for your life, don't be so simple, hand it over, no one will cherish free things."

Haspen took back the blood-stained banknote and looked at the gunsmith with a heavy heart, "Thank you."

Jiang Xueming took out the gift box, put the boots in, and put a piece of overnight cake on the instep of the boots, which was as clean as new. It was Meteor's birthday cake, and the big guys didn't finish eating the ten-pound cake.

"This is a gift that Eldest Sister asked me to bring to your boss."

Husband's face changed drastically: "What? What does this mean?"

Jiang Xueming: "In London, England, she wore these boots when she wiped out the Rosary Church. Coincidentally, just like your guns, the brand of women's shoes is also called Staccato, designed by 60 artisans and manufactured through 200 processes. Product. Very disciplined like [Anonymous], very rigorous."

The gift box moved forward slowly, and finally closed the lid.

"Say a few more words with your boss—a rookie like you, no matter whether it is the money in your pocket or the quality of your body, you can't exchange the information of the eldest sister. You can only exchange for this pair of boots. You can find a private detective to analyze the pheromones in the shoes and the size of the soles of the feet, and judge the height and weight of the woman through the sweat stains on the footprints. But it is right for the gunsmith to say something about the big sister. [Anonymous ] insult."

"As for your boss who wants to meet with Eldest Sister, please invite him to come to our club in person—and eat this piece of cake. This is the birthday cake of the anonymous elder."

The gunsmith patted the gift box lightly, and finally calmly said the most impolite words to Haspen.

"Sister wants me to give your boss a word—"

"—If you want to date my sister, kneel down first and lick your shoes clean."

Husband and the two little brothers walked out of the club in a daze.

The team leader hugged the gift box and murmured silently: "You show your domineering side."

Xiao Zuo hugged his new wife fondly, and talked to the captain.

"Hey! Why are you thinking so much! Boss, this thing in our hands can sell for at least five thousand yuan. It's a big profit!"

Xiaoyou looked at the cake box, puzzled.

"Captain, I have a question."

Husband: "What's the problem?"

Xiao You immediately said, "Is that Unknown's eldest sister secretly in love with our boss?"

Haspen thought for a long time, but he still didn't understand the brain circuit of the snipers in the team.

Xiaoyou pointed to the cake and said.

"Otherwise why would she reward the boss?"