Abyss Express

The weapon racks on the walls on both sides are full of firearms.

They have different shapes, some come from Jianshe, some come from the north, and they are all domestic products.

A total of forty-five main weapons and sixteen secondary weapons are specially prepared to deal with the spiritual disaster monsters in the mortal world.

Xueming was stunned for a moment, just like Zhu Bajie tasting ginseng fruit, he had never seen these things before, and if he didn't fire a few shots, he wouldn't know how effective they are.

Boss Chen stood in front of the counter and put on his sunglasses again.

"Please choose your main weapon."

Jiang Xueming pointed to the row to the right. As far as his sense of guns was concerned, he chose the safest option from the short ones.

On the weapon rack on the left hand side, most of the magazines for gun-shaped objects are painted blue or orange. Xue Ming knows that those are test machines that have not been used in actual combat. Both the weapon company and the National Research and Design Institute do this. So the guys on the right that look more like active equipment are more reliable.

Humans only have two hands and ten fingers, so modern weapons must become simpler and more convenient to make. The same is true for the bullets for the special attack on the spirit body. The design prototypes are all based on existing light weapons.

Fugui took the gun from the wall and handed it to Xueming.

"The prototype was designed with reference to the Ninth Five-Year Assault Rifle of our country's bullpup layout. [Tianshu] is the standard equipment for the first-generation armed members of the Spirit Army. The official name of the weapon design is [Wu Jing·Jiaolong]-can use four Anti-spirit bullets of different specifications."

At the same time, Xue Ming was inspecting the state of the firearm, pulling out and inserting the magazine, and disassembling the lifter and bolt.

Fugui took out four different types of ammunition from under the counter and displayed them one by one.

"This is a 5.8*40 special rifle bullet with reduced charge. It uses a rock salt anti-riot warhead similar to talc powder. When it hits the human body, it will instantly explode into a cloud of smoke, which will cause great damage to the exposed circuit board. Because of a miniature EMP - capable of blocking psionic energy, we call it a psionic ammunition."

"There are the following three types of ammunition with the same caliber. The second type is a hexagram-shaped split warhead manufactured by nano-scale fine carving technology-it will turn into sixty-four spirit bodies of different shapes when it hits the enemy. block, used when trying to capture spirits, we call it spirit-binding bullets."

"The third type is tracer ammunition, which is made by collecting the feces or pheromones of various disaster animals by the Biological Research Institute of the General Administration. , or call in armed employees to back you up, who can identify the markers to provide fire support from drones or helicopters. We call it the spirit bomb, or the stink bomb.”

"The last category."

When Fugui said this, he suddenly stopped.

Jiang Xueming grabbed the last flat-headed ammunition.

"Plastic hooded copper-plated flat-nosed bullet, it can kill people and has a strong stopping effect-used to deal with large animals with simple brain structures, or criminals."

Fugui nodded: "Yes, the above three types of ammunition can shoot hostages directly, talcum powder will hurt the hostages' exposed skin, powdered rock salt may make them lose a layer of skin, but it will never kill them - the last type of bullets, We call it do-it-yourself replay.”

Xueming took the solid lubricating oil thrown by Brother Chen and maintained it for the firearm, then put it into the hook of the spacious inner lining of the spirit clothes, and stuffed four magazines with different marks into the waistband.

Fugui immediately said, "Please choose your secondary weapon."

"Give me that." Xue Ming pointed to the pistol on the weapon rack, "That square thing."

It looks like a strange firearm spliced ​​​​by multiple building blocks. There is no hanging rail, and it is a very original industrial design.

"This is the first generation anti-spirit pistol jointly designed by Beibei and Tiantong. There is no prototype. It is called [Wu Jing·Lei Fengheng]—it is not the same caliber as Jiaolong, but I can help you replace the barrel and bolt. "

Jiang Xueming: "Thank you for your hard work. I want eight pistol magazines."

Chen Fugui took hardware tools from the counter and was about to dismantle the gun and change the barrel. By the way, one more question: "Do you need to throw weapons?"

Jiang Xueming had already disassembled the things, and when Fugui raised his head, he looked at the table full of parts in surprise, "No need."

Chen Fugui simply handed over the gun unit and barrel to Xue Ming, and let the gunsmith take care of these things.

"If you don't need it, you won't use it? If you can't use it?"

"I can't use it, and I can't use it." Jiang Xueming told the truth: "I read these files, although some terms I don't understand, but the missions are performed in downtown areas, and it is useless to deal with spirit tear gas and shock bombs. , and it is easy to cause panic, and high explosives or flash bombs are even more meaningless-I can't figure out the specifications of your projectiles. To skillfully use projectiles, you have to go through hundreds of times of training. It's like it won't work, and"

Xue Ming loaded the pistol, pulled the slide to test the response speed.

He raised his gun to aim at the three-point-one-line posture, and then immediately switched back to the fighting stance with the central axis locked. He raised his leg, kicked the umbrella to pieces, took out his incompetent work from it, and held the gun in one hand and the stick in the other.

"My stick can emit 1200 lumens of light, which can create a flash effect. If there is no better Molle - I can't carry so many things. Eight magazines and two guns are enough. It takes When drilling windows and overturning tile walls, we tried our best to fight lightly."

Chen Fugui: "Other than that, you don't want anything else?"

"No need." Jiang Xueming hesitated for a while, and then said, "Give me the needlework and Velcro."

In just a few minutes, the two sleeves of the Lingyi came out with two simple snap pockets, Xue Ming separated the leftovers and tucked them into the cuffs, one on the left and one on the right.

He straightened his arm, and the stick was unlocked with the buckle, and fell into his hand with natural gravity. Repeated this several times—and put it away after releasing the stick, inspecting the inner lapel of the spirit clothes with the left arm, and pulling out the front handle of the dragon to ensure that the spear is released smoothly and naturally, as if by magic, immediately enter from the unsuspecting casual state Combat stance.

Chen Fugui looked at Xue Ming in surprise.

"Xiao Bei is half as good as you at gunplay, so he won't be asking Qiongqi to join forces every day to fight."

Jiang Xueming put away the weapons, flattened the file, and divided it into three parts.

"Brother Ye Bei's figure is not suitable for carrying weapons. He is very thin and his shoulders are too wide to support the spirit clothes. Weapons are easily exposed to the eyes of the enemy. He has his own fighting style."

Fugui: "That's right."

"Let's get down to business." Jiang Xueming was determined in his heart, "Which spiritual disaster should I solve first?"

"Start from here, this one is relatively simple, and it will allow you to practice your skills." Chen Fugui pushed one of the volumes towards Xueming, "I will arrange intelligence agents to work with you."

Write this easy-to-understand title on the dossier.

[horror artist]

It's like introducing the main body of spiritual disasters and spiritual disasters, the aliases of monsters in modern society.

According to Fugui's instructions, Xueming got the contact information of the intelligence agent.

The two made an appointment to meet at Guangyuan Middle Road in the center of Hengyin, and they wanted to talk about the origin of this [horror artist].

Jiang Xueming arrived on time at seven o'clock in the evening, and encountered some minor troubles on the way, otherwise it would have been earlier.

He doesn't like to make people wait, and he also likes to wait for people. He usually arrives ten minutes earlier——

——It’s just that it’s midsummer, and the temperature of more than 30 degrees makes Jiji’s Lingyi look dazzling.

If your memory is good enough, you should remember that this spirit garment also has the function of a small air conditioner. Xue Ming doesn't feel hot at all wearing it, but in the eyes of others, especially the people on the bus, Xue Ming is like A suspicious-looking freak with a bare head and wearing thick autumn and winter clothing.

In order to be less special and less conspicuous, he took the time to buy a wig in the Longquan shopping mall to make himself look more rebellious, more punk, more non-mainstream, and perhaps the style of painting would not be so abrupt .

The most prosperous area in the city center is also a hotbed of criminals.

Go to the Huadu Hotel next to the video game hall. The gangsters with their heads dyed yellow and green are discussing which floor to go to. Xue Ming's adoptive father must know——

——As early as when Xueming was thirteen years old, this human trafficker was going to take his adopted son to play and train him to become a new generation of criminal stars.

The fourth floor of this hotel is the college student area, and foreign girls can be found on the roof. Jiang Xueming could even recite their prices, because his adoptive father had said it too many times, even if he was illiterate, he could still remember the prices of the human flesh business.

I think your impression of Hengyin City should have changed from superficial to deep now, right?

After changing into a wig, Xue Ming blended into the student group, and walked around a group of young people from the visual department, and she was no longer so ostentatious and conspicuous.

He came to the appointed place, came to the lemon tea shop next to the KTV, found a seat, sat down, and waited quietly.

He looked up at the signboard of the footwashing shop in the entertainment city on the second floor, and the neon signboard of the script killing in the secret room on the third floor. With the scenery along the Yuming River in the distance, the drone light show has just begun.

It seemed like everything was becoming civilized just a little bit, just a little bit.

The old streets are not as messy as they used to be, and there are no scammers all over the streets looking for someone to exchange change to steal.

But some things have not changed. The iteration of technology has made the city seem more civilized. The boy who collects the parking fee no longer belongs to any gang. A tattoo represents which power in the city.

But these things still exist.

Just when he was relaxed and happy, admiring the customs of his hometown, lamenting the earnest teachings of Brother Ye Bei, asking him to take his time, not to worry so much, and to relax his mind.

A familiar girl came to the door.

"Hey! Hey, hey!" A Xiang, the younger sister of the Qian family, moved closer to Xueming: "I saw you again! Why are you here?"

Jiang Xueming didn't reply, and only regarded Axiang as air.

Ah Xiang looked left and right, stared at Xue Ming's blue wig, but didn't dare to reach out to touch it.

"That. Jiang Xueming, Jiang Xueming! Isn't Jiang Xueming? I remembered your name!"

Jiang Xueming: "I admitted the wrong person."

Hearing such unfeeling words, Ah Xiang immediately pouted: "How can I admit my mistake!"

She held up her hand, showing a bracelet made of teeth.

"You gave it to me! I won't admit it! I have a good memory!"

At this time, Xue Ming knew that he couldn't escape. He looked at the signboard of the lemon tea shop. According to the agreed time, the intelligence agent was already late, which made him very confused.

He didn't expect Ah Xiang to keep this string of bracelets, and the inexplicable depression in his heart gradually subsided.

"Um."

Just a soft reply, Ah Xiang immediately regained her spirits.

Xue Ming looked away and looked at the seventeen-year-old little sister.

She was wearing a navel-baring off-the-shoulder outfit, a standard online celebrity live broadcast business set, dyed yellow hair, very dedicated, even the makeup and eyebrows were trimmed yellow. He kept winking at Xueming.

"Hey! Hey! Big brother! Why are you here? You also watch my live broadcast?"

Speaking of this, Ah Xiang grabbed the phone and moved closer to Xue Ming, with a shameless look that looked a bit like Xiao Qi.

"Oh! I got it! You must be obsessed with my beauty~ You came here to look for me, right?"

Jiang Xueming: "No."

Ah Xiang: "Don't deny it! Don't be so cold!~ I know you're embarrassed to speak, hehehe."

"Axiang, do you know?" Xueming lowered his head to place an order with his mobile phone, prepared drinks for the intelligence agent, and said to Axiang: "The most prosperous place in Hengyin is only a long street about 600 meters away. You met here. I'm nothing unusual."

Ah Xiang: "I just like hard-talking."

Xueming went on to say, "The smaller the place, the more human relations, and the more human relations, the less legal system - in this city, you only need to know 50 people, and then these 50 people will refer you to make 300 people." , Basically, you can say with confidence that you can use money here to see the sky."

The more Ah Xiang listened, the more uncomfortable she became, and finally she didn't dare to speak.

"So you met me, it wasn't my elaborate design." After placing the order, Jiang Xueming glanced around, concentrating on the task, trying to find the place described in the dossier of the spiritual disaster, and said to Axiang, "It's just because of this place. The little demon in the temple is very windy, and there are more than 4,000 people in the pool after five o'clock in the evening. The number of passengers in one night is close to 20,000. Young people from every household in the entire urban area will come here. Guangyuan Middle Road, that’s all.”

"Jiang Xueming" Ah Xiang finally woke up, and told Xueming what happened last time: "Thank you."

Jiang Xueming: "You're welcome."

"You helped me teach that bastard a lesson." Ah Xiang said submissively, "Didn't you get a lawsuit?"

This girl is very clear in her heart, she has never been a fuel-efficient lamp.

Because of Xueming's beauty, she was really moved and became really angry. Just that momentary thought of falling in love almost made her and her sister both victims of a criminal case.

Xueming: "No."

"That's good, that's good, do you have a payment code?" A Xiang wanted to send some money to Xueming.

Xueming: "No."

"Damn it." Ah Xiang also wanted to take the opportunity to add a WeChat account, but they didn't accept this at all.

After reading it for a long time, Xue Ming couldn't find the specific location in the dossier of the spiritual disaster. It seems like what Brother Chen said, this kind of underworld thing won't show up until the middle of the night.

The Longquan shopping mall and the entertainment city are surrounded by side streets and alleys, and the paths inside are complicated. There are a large number of small residential and commercial stores and residential buildings. In the street, if an unfamiliar stranger comes, it will be very difficult to find the way out, let alone find the specific address based on the house number.

Right now, right now.

A strange young woman came to the lemon tea shop and took Xue Ming's drink.

"Hello! Horror artist?"

That person was exactly the intelligence officer arranged by Tianshu for Xueming, she was a woman, she looked only in her early twenties, very young.

Wearing a black and red sailor suit, wearing small leather shoes and stockings, her hair is very long, with side bangs and curly hair, making her face appear smaller.

Jiang Xueming: "Yes, did you ask for advice?"

The woman glanced at the oil bottle beside Xue Ming.

"Bringing a girlfriend to work? Isn't it appropriate?"

Jiang Xueming brought up the dossier and handed it to the woman: "I don't know her very well, I've only met her once."

The woman handed the second bottle of lemon tea from the counter to Ah Xiang, but did not keep it for Xue Ming, and finally gave her name.

"Tianji department, temporary worker, Sima Yao."