Abyss Express

Time passed day by day.

On January 1, 2025.

Mr. Wen Luo finally made a satisfactory gift. Holding Guanglingsan’s signature steamed buns in his left hand and the toolbox in his right hand, he took off his oil-stained overalls and put on a decent windproof coat. He ran to the staff cafeteria to prepare Serve Jiang Xueming a hard New Year's dish.

Jiang Xueming has not been idle for the past few days. He prepared a birthday present for Mr. Victor, which is also a New Year's gift—a set of stationery made of titanium steel.

At two o'clock in the morning, the two brothers had just mailed this set of stationery, and the postage to the Nine Realms Station was forty-four pyroxene coins, which was quite expensive.

The shipping process went smoothly and nothing unusual happened. It's just that the logistics manager at the station said something extra when he received the email, which made Jiang Xueming particularly concerned.

"Is the recipient also David Victor? That's fine, let's count it as a group purchase price for you!"

"Is there anyone else who wants to send gifts to Mr. Victor?" Jiang Xueming asked immediately.

The logistics manager is an uncle in his thirties, with a friendly face, and said with a smile: "Of course! Many people like Mr. Victor's works, and will send him all kinds of strange things. The VIPs are famous celebrities—— There are many followers, people who admire them, and send them gifts."

Jiang Xueming didn't ask too much: "Oh that's it."

"How many little fans have sent gifts to the teacher?" Meteor immediately yelled curiously, "Are there any hot female fans with big breasts and thin waist?"

While packing up the goods, the logistics manager said, "It's just one of yours, and another person's."

Bu Meteor: "Huh?"

"Today is a big day in the underground world, and it's New Year's Day!" The logistics manager heard Ah Xing's surprised tone, and then explained: "People are very busy, and they have to prepare gifts for the closest people, so how can they have time to take care of Victor? Sir! Generally, when the new book of the Sun newspaper is published, or when the old book is finished, there will be more gifts for Mr. Victor."

Meteor still wants to say something.

"Today is Teacher Victor's birthday"

Jiang Xueming immediately covered Meteor's mouth, telling Meteor to stop talking.

After all, not everyone knows Victor's birthday.

Back to the cafeteria—

——When Mr. Wen Luo rushed to the workers' canteen.

Jiang Xueming is showing the new achievements of the past few days. He has prepared four new guns for A Xing and himself.

When he pushed the New Year's gift in front of Ah Xing, Ah Xing felt embarrassed. The boy rubbed his hands, and he would look like a shy child for a while.

Xue Ming wanted to take the weapon away, but he immediately regretted it, became careless, and was no longer polite.

Jiang Xueming picked up the starter: "Meteor, the secondary weapon I prepared for you, you should like it very much - the prototype of the gun body is Beretta 92F, which was designed and produced by the Italian Beretta company in 1985. "

He handed the pistol to Meteor, and Meteor's eyes lit up immediately, "This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this!"

"Are you not connected to the Internet? Your brain is not connected to WIFI?" Jiang Xueming patted the handle of the gun: "How about I remind you?"

"Don't, don't, don't! Let me think again! Let me think again!" Bu Meteor thought for a long time, and finally recognized this gun from the shape of the muzzle brake and the semi-open lightweight sleeve. The "two-dimensional" attribute of firearms: "This is the Samurai Blade! Oh! Wuhu! ——Wow! Wow!"

That's right, it's the shape of the Samurai Blade in the Resident Evil series.

"The trigger guard of the Beretta 92F is very large, and the size of your palm is also very large. I specially adjusted its grip according to your knuckles and metacarpal bones." Jiang Xueming continued to explain: "It uses 9mm par bombs. The muzzle velocity of the bullet is 333 meters per second, which is very suitable for adding a flame arrester, and the structure is stable and very reliable."

It presents the matte gold of titanium nitride as a whole, and the silver handle is used as a mix of gold and silver, giving people a feeling of gold.

"Thank you, Brother Ming!" Meteor was overjoyed when he received the pistol, and his whole body floated up.

"Don't thank me in a hurry. There is still dinner." Jiang Xueming immediately pulled out a smoothbore shotgun from the weapon box.

It has no scope, only a simple set of rear sights.

It's like a specially sawn-off smoothbore shotgun, with two barrels and two triggers, but with two solid magazines in the main receiver.

"This is..." Meteor started to boil the water again, with an expression as if holding a tuba: "Let me think about it, let me think about it!"

"Don't think about it, Brother Wen has already arrived. Let me make a long story short. This is the demon hunter shotgun from the Wild Wolf A series. Since it is a virtual game and there is no real prototype, I spent a lot of effort on it. Only then can I train it well.”

Jiang Xueming knocked on its magazine and showed its inner structure: "It can shoot 12-gauge shotguns. It doesn't need to be pumped to reload, but it needs to be ejected. The original meaning of Coyote·ACE is the humanoid coyote in North American aboriginal mythology. Can use mysterious magic, ACE is the trump card."

He stuffed two empty shell casings into the gun. Slap the bayonet of the receiver with your palm, vibrate the barrel, and two bullet casings will jump out of the muzzle.

"If you want to shoot single bullets, anti-riot rock salt bullets, this smoothbore gun without rifling can do it. It has a simple structure, is stable and reliable, and is very deadly."

After all, Jiang Xueming completed the ejection action again, swung the heavy weapon with one hand, pulled the trigger, and pressed the release button on the side of the receiver with his thumb. The muzzle of the gun drooped due to natural gravity, and the cartridge case jumped out. The barrel was swung back to its original position, and the action of firing and reloading was completed.

"Wow! Wow!" Meteor's eyes were full of little stars, holding the shotgun tightly, kissing the cold titanium alloy leather grip.

Wen Luo found an opportunity to come forward at the right time and put the toolbox on the table.

"Come on, boy! Let me show you my handicraft!"

Full of anticipation, Jiang Xueming watched the toolbox slowly open.

That moment—

——Several blue flames emerged from the toolbox, and immediately extinguished after floating a few meters away.

Bu Meteor immediately woke up from his obsession, and the guns in his hands were no longer smelling—the inspiration was faintly calling the police. It was like the intense and scorching coercion when seeing the holy beast for the first time.

Jiang Xueming took a deep breath.

He saw that there were eight divided sticks in the toolbox.

These sticks are about the thickness of three fingers, with different patterns and symbols.

At this moment, Wen Luo didn't say anything, and asked Jiang Xueming to feel the inner rhythm attached to these sticks by himself.

It was hard for Xue Ming to describe that feeling——

- They are both one and independent.

This is too much a riddle to say, so I need to describe it in detail.

The eight parts are paired and connected by oil-soaked ropes woven from the hair of the green lion, forming four pairs of nunchucks, two black and two white.

The glyphs of the seals are made of oozing lines and contrasting colors. They are designed in pairs with white lines on a black background or black lines on a white background, like a slogan or trademark of a large manufacturer—representing life, rest, death, injury, scenery, death, shock , Open eight doors and eight poles.

There are BOSS's Ao Ruo Mingde's human face, tiger body and animal pattern, and the flame pattern of Huasheng blue lion.

Meteor could hear Brother Ming swallowing.

Jiang Xueming picked up two pairs of sticks, and from the other side of the black-and-white confrontation, he found that the reliefs of these sticks had new meanings—representing Qian, Kun, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, Dui, Zhen and eight trigrams.

The material of these sticks feels very special, and it is an outrageous forging process. If Xue Ming's guess is correct——

"Mr. Wen Luo! How did you do it!"

Xue Ming's voice became louder, and his emotions also became agitated. There was a craft in these steels that he couldn't understand, and he wanted to know and figure it out.

He raised the nunchaku in his hand and handed it to Wen Luo, "Please tell me, how did you laminate it? Its outer layer is flexible steel, and its inner layer is bone carbon synthetic steel. It is an ultra-high hardness anti-rust and anti-scratch layer of aviation aluminum alloy oxidation treatment. How did it do it?!"

Wen Luo applauded with both hands, lit a cigarette for himself with the arms extended by the soul power, his face was full of joy, as if he was complacent and very happy after being attacked by Kua Kua.

"Your eyesight is really terrifying. You can figure out what structure and material it is after a few touches. If you have soul power, it must be very interesting."

"Is it Soul Power? Can your Soul Power achieve such a precise heat treatment?" Jiang Xueming was stunned: "It's like making dough, stacking various materials with different melting points and different ductility to make them tightly packed. All together. Wow, like a mythical craftsman. I can't see any trachoma blowholes from the heat treatment - it's outrageous! It's outrageous!"

Jiang Xueming's Heart of Steel began to emit bright blue and white flames, as if being ignited by a stick.

"Their melting point density is different, the material limit is also different, the material penetration ratio, anodizing, and quenching temperature are also different. These processes are relatively isolated and cannot be completed at the same time. How do they do it? Said, you used your soul power to make kneading and forging with high precision, every process was tried repeatedly like brewing traditional Chinese medicine, and finally got this formula?!"

"YES!" Wen Luo roared angrily, and touched Jiang Xueming's palm with his fist: "It's so cool!"

Jiang Xueming's metacarpal bones were almost cracked by this punch. Holding his painful palm, he immediately felt a warm current from the stick hitting the nerves and acupoints in his palm. There is still a dull pain, but the nerve endings have recovered, and you can continue to fight!

"What the hell is this strange thing!" Jiang Xueming turned from a state of shock to stunned: "Why can it stimulate my bioelectricity and affect my nerves? Is it a massage stick?"

"Ten directions and eight poles, long life and long vision." Wen Luo clasped his hands together, and made a ceremony of the unity of heaven and man: "Strength penetrates all eight gates, penetrates all directions, this is the inner essence I gave it, you may as well try it The ability to experience the feeling of endless cycle of life and life.”

"Right here?" Jiang Xueming's breathing became rapid: "This is the cafeteria, I'm afraid I might break things."

"You take the two gates of life and death, water and fire, and it will naturally be soft and strong." Wen Luo threw a box of Guangling San Xiaolongbao: "Only when you are full will you have the strength to practice!"

Jiang Xueming swallowed a small steamed bun, and felt that his mental strength had recovered to the peak, and his heart was as clear as water, but the soup in this soup dumpling still had a little tea fragrance, it seemed that he drank this kind of tea soup in a special VIP tea room, it was a repair Spiritual goodness.

Don't wait for him to think about it.

Wen Luo immediately asked: "Jiang Xueming, have you ever learned Kung Fu?"

Jiang Xueming immediately said, "A little bit!"

Wen Luo: "Then do you know which one is more fierce, dangerous, and requires more courage, a knife or a sword?"

Jiang Xueming said without hesitation, "It's a sword!"

Wen Luo: "Why?"

Jiang Xueming: "From a completely still state to the progressive assassination action with the sword, it is to smash through the obstacles and go straight to the throat. It must be fast and accurate, and one-stroke defeats the enemy. The whole body is projected like a slingshot from a cannon. And spears and spears They can use their long handles to go whoring for free, one inch is shorter and one inch is dangerous, and the two-handed sword is a weapon that requires courage."

Wen Luo: "Why can't the knife do it?"

Jiang Xueming: "The knife should take advantage of the situation, from top to bottom, or from right to left, by the weight of the weapon itself or the force of the tilted center of gravity of the body, or simply, by horsepower and cart force, it is to cut a line, not to concentrate One point, the weapon can't immediately enter the vital organs, it has to go back and forth, the knife should go with you, and you can't go on a rampage."

Wen Luo nodded in praise.

"That's right, you can understand what I'm saying. The evolution history of weapons is the history of prostitution. To this day, prostitution is prostitution with gunpowder firearms. For example, it is to downplay the existence of kung fu. Like the weapons you made for me, they are all made for my body, my physical body, and I am very satisfied. And the things I prepare for you can make you Practice for a lifetime to exercise your physical body."

Wen Luo immediately asked, "Have you ever used a nunchuck?"

"I've used it a little, but I'm not very familiar with it." Jiang Xueming has already started to dance the stick: "I learned from Teacher Zhao. The teacher said that his ancestor was Bruce Lee. This thing is easy to hit yourself. You need to control your emotions and muscles. You need your brain. Especially sober, you have to adjust your breath to control your strength like water."

Wen Luo: "Then I won't talk to you, you should breathe well and feel it well."

Bu Meteor could only see brother Xueming walking out step by step, shaking his stick and swinging his arms in the window aisle of the cafeteria, like a human-shaped windmill.

The black and white stick shadow sometimes rotates and sometimes bounces, and a bright light suddenly emerges from it, like the flame of a blue lion, or like the light source of the wand itself.

The furious energy within it quieted, causing howling winds that spun the ceiling fans in the cafeteria.

Jiang Xueming was already unable to speak——

——His clumsy stick skills are not very good, these two pairs of nunchucks are too heavy, the material of the wand itself is very strange, extremely high-density steel, and the bone quality of the boss and the blue lion, let this pair The weight of the stick is kept at about fifteen kilograms, and he needs to constantly adjust the balance of the stick itself, like invisible water and fire, let the inertia drive them to make a series of spinning arcs, like drawing soft and violent circles.

From the relief of the sticks, the flames are getting more and more dazzling and brighter.

The dancing speed of the nunchuck and Xue Ming's strides are getting bigger and bigger.

Meteor could see it clearly, he could feel that something seemed to be broken in Brother Ming's body - there was a strong pressure of inspiration bursting out from it!

At this very moment—

——9527, who was slacking off at the customer service department of Nine Realms Station, suddenly woke up from his lunch break.

She turned over and was about to fall off the sofa.

But when Xiaoqi came back to his senses, he was safe and sound.

She saw the floor close at hand, she only supported the ground with her left hand, her whole body was slightly motionless, only the heart of steel was emitting bursts of soft blue-white light.

That's a great balancing act, and it's a trait that employers have metamorphosed.

The cafeteria was silent. Seeing the results of work these days, the workers suppressed their inner excitement and felt the unique tranquility from Jiang Xueming.

The chaotic stick shadows in the cyan storm gradually turned into a semicircle.

An aunt in the cafeteria lowered her head and swiped short videos on her mobile phone, immersed in the unique skills of the Internet, and forgot to dodge. The potato basket in her hand was disturbed by the strong wind, and she staggered and dumped out without paying attention.

The big muddy potato was smashed into pieces by a stick in mid-air. The scorching storm peeled the mud and peeled it, cooked it like an air fryer, and finally fell into a rice bowl with precision.

Meteor was stunned: "It seems like a juggler is playing Turkish ice cream!"

"call--"

Xue Ming took a deep breath and woke up from the extraordinary state. In just one minute, the pair of sticks had drained all of his spiritual power.

He fell into Meteor's arms on his back and slept very deeply and soundly.

Wen Luo squinted her eyes and smiled to the extreme. He took a piece of baked potato from the rice bowl and threw it into his mouth.

"Perfect!"