I, holding a long sword in my hand, only know one move

Patrick was currently adjusting the energy-draining core pipeline of the portable high-frequency individual pulse cannon in his weapons store. He was at a critical moment when he couldn't shake his hands.

Although as a person who is over two meters tall, his appearance

A rugged giant, but the high-precision weapon in front of him requires not only a smart brain that fully understands its construction principles, but also a mind as meticulous as a needle and hands as steady as a surgeon.

He is an avid weapons enthusiast and even regards weapons as part of his life.

"Hey Patrick, someone is here for you!"

Nika, a foodie assistant with a chestnut ponytail, stuck her head out from the counter with a lollipop in her mouth, and called out to Patrick who was carefully adjusting the weapon in front of her.

Startled by Nika's sudden appearance, Patrick immediately raised his hand and moved the object in the tweezers away from the weapon energy line in front of him.

He lifted up the sunglasses on his face and complained loudly to Nika in front of him with a very dissatisfied tone: "Hey, didn't I tell you not to disturb me? You know that your behavior just now almost turned this weapons store into a Is it a flat ground?"

"It's been forty minutes, why haven't you finished this yet?" Nijia glanced down and pursed her lips, "You still have the nerve to yell at me, how mean~"

"If you think it's easy, just go ahead and do it!"

Boom!

A dexterous little hand took the tweezers from Patrick's hand and embedded the energy crystal on it into the core of the complex circuit in two or three strokes.

"Done." Nijia handed the tweezers back to Patrick, who had a complicated expression in front of him, took out the lollipop from his mouth and said, "It's Mr. Stephen and the others. They seem to be in a hurry, otherwise I wouldn't be too lazy to come and disturb you. This embroidery is as slow as the embroidery, hurry up and pick up the guests!"

Patrick scratched his messy hair in embarrassment and said harshly: "You just completed the last step. I worked hard for a long time!"

"Yes, yes, yes, I got it, so go ahead." Nika walked around the counter, sat down on her seat, held her chin up and waved to Patrick with an indifferent expression.

"What's next?" she asked.

"Three of them over there, the same thing." Patrick pointed to the other three portable high-frequency individual pulse cannons on the weapons rack beside him. "Really, I am the one in charge here after all. Don't always sound like an order. To me, you are my assistant, right?"

The tone of the strong man in black was even a little aggrieved. Compared with Nika, who was sitting on the chair with her legs crossed like an uncle, it was particularly funny, even a little funny.

When Nijia heard Patrick's words, she tilted her head and shrugged her shoulders. Instead of saying anything to attack him, she grabbed the pulse cannon on the weapon rack and placed it in front of her.

Bang!

"Be gentle! They are all my babies!" Just as Patrick turned to walk out, he heard the sound of a pulse cannon being violently thrown on the workbench.

"For weapons on the battlefield, this small shock is nothing!" Nijia said.

Patrick: "But this is not a battlefield, please treat them more carefully!"

"You're so long-winded, you perverted weapons-controlling uncle!"

"Huh? How can you talk to me like this! Respect, respect?!"

A vague noise came from inside the door. Leo, who was standing outside, pursed his lips and felt a little worried about this, "It's okay, Mr. Patrick..."

"The louder those two guys argue, the less likely it will be a problem. Don't worry." Stephen couldn't help but put a smile on his face.

"Hmmmm, it sounds like their relationship is good." Leticia commented from the side.

"You can tell from that sentence that their relationship is good, Miss Letitia..."

Click!

As Leo's complaints fell, the door to the weapon shop's maintenance room in front of him also opened, and a tall figure stepped out of it. It was Patrick, the owner of this place.

"Oh, Mr. Stephen, welcome to Patrick's Weapon Shop. Do you want to see what kind of weapons we have today?!" His cheerful voice was as carefree as his appearance, "We have everything from swords, guns and sticks to space-based satellites. , everything you need, the price is fair, and you are honest!”

Then Patrick saw another figure next to Stephen and quickly greeted him: "Oh, isn't this Leo? You are here too. Are you here to choose weapons for you today?"

He immediately picked up a big guy about half a man tall from the shelf and introduced it to Leo: "Look at this, just pull the trigger and everything within a radius of five meters will 'chipiu~' Disappear completely! How about it, think about it?"

"Eh, no... that..." Leo raised his hand to say something, but Patrick in front of him didn't seem to hear his voice.

In the end, Stephen smiled and interrupted the fanatical big guy in front of him, "Okay, Patrick, I'm not here to buy weapons today. We need to borrow your venue."

Patrick put down the weapon in his hand: "Borrow the venue?"

"I heard that your place is safe and concealed enough, and has a place where all precision equipment can be manufactured, right?" Only then did Leticia take the initiative to speak, raising her head vigorously towards the giant in front of her who was almost twice as tall as herself. Questions were raised.

"Huh? Who's talking?" Patrick heard the unfamiliar voice, and then looked around. He didn't seem to notice that the figure who was standing behind the counter and making a sound was too delicate.

Little Leticia.

Leticia's cute little face pulled down, and she spoke again to Patrick above her head, raising her voice slightly and saying, "Please lower your head, I'm here!"

Only then did Patrick stick his head out from behind the counter and look down, staring at the petite white-haired lolita in front of him.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, my lovely little sister, you are too short, so I didn't see you the first time! Hahaha!" Patrick laughed heartily and said to Leticia in front of him. Sorry.

"No...it doesn't matter. I forgive your rudeness..." Leticia's tone seemed very forced when she said this, but her expression still maintained basic elegance and calmness.

Leo suddenly turned his head away, tried his best to suppress the smile that almost blurted out, and started to tremble all over.

puff! Miss Leticia with such a serious face is too... too cute, right? !

Stephen, who had noticed all this a long time ago, unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Until now, Queen Leticia, who had always been sitting high on the throne and looking down on all living beings, had been ridiculed several times by the people here in just one day because of her height and too young appearance, but until now she has not She didn't commit violent murders. Shouldn't she be called the "Queen of Thousand Years of Prosperity" who maintained the order of many worlds...

very impressive!

Stephen thought silently in his heart.

Chapter 117 Underground Factory

The sound of heavy mechanical gears clenching together with the harsh sound of metal friction echoed in the darkness, and a thick metal wall slowly rose in front of everyone.

As Patrick raised his hand and closed the huge electric switch on the wall with a bang, the searchlight on the top of the factory was turned on. The darkness was torn apart by the white light, and the sound of "dong-dong-dong" was connected, filled with various metals and engine oil. The dim factory of breath suddenly became bright as day.

This huge weapons processing plant, covering thousands of square meters, is located directly below Patrick's weapons store and is directly connected to the secret elevator hidden behind the weapons wall in the maintenance room. The entire exterior uses a three-layer pouring method of super-strength alloy and cement. It is as majestic and magnificent as an underground fortress.

Stealthy, secure and fully functional, it is even tough enough to withstand the direct blast of a low-yield nuclear missile.

"Welcome to my secret factory, I bet you can't find a more exciting place in this city than this!" Patrick proudly crossed his arms and looked down at Letitia. , "If Stephen hadn't told me that you wanted to save the world, you would never have come here in your life."

"Okay...so awesome..." Leo's shocked expression clearly satisfied Patrick.

Leticia stepped towards one of the high-precision machine tools, raised her finger and wiped it - it was spotless.

"With the always-on dust-free maintenance system and constant temperature module, Miss Letitia doesn't have to worry about these most basic aspects." Patrick explained from the side, "So, what exactly are you going to do?"

"It's a secret." Leticia looked at Stephen and found that he nodded to her, and then changed her words: "But it doesn't hurt to tell you, we need to make a Hume index measuring instrument here."

"What is that?" Patrick asked.

Under Stephen's wry smile, Leticia said: "I don't have time to explain to you a bunch of professional terms that you don't understand at all. In short, it is an extremely sophisticated instrument."

"I thought there was nothing here that would surprise me, but this place is really good." Leticia praised the configuration of this secret weapons factory.

"That's good, you can solve the rest by yourself. If you have any problems, just tell Patrick and he will find a way to help you solve it." Stephen took out his mobile phone and took a look, "Is there no signal here?"

"There must be electromagnetic shielding. If you need to contact us, there is a fixed telephone line here. Although the style is relatively old..." Patrick pointed to the telephone on the small workbench beside him, which already needed to be dialed. It’s an extremely old-fashioned model that requires a dial to call out the numbers. It’s in sharp contrast to the high-tech processing equipment around it. “But it’s definitely still usable!”

"If that thing is unreliable, please go up and use your mobile phone. It will be more reliable, hahaha..." Then Patrick added without confidence.

"It's okay." Leticia waved to Leo, "Mr. Walker, let's get started."

Leo said: "Okay, Miss Letitia, but just call me Leo like everyone else...Mr. Walker always feels weird."

"I know, Leo."

Seeing that Leticia had begun to impart the most basic theoretical knowledge to Leo from scratch to facilitate subsequent joint production, Stephen waved to Patrick and said, "Leave it to them here, we still have a lot to do. "

...

Old Xilin District, Black Street.

The black market located in the abandoned underground waterway is brightly lit. Although it is bustling with people, the various vendors, large and small, just sit quietly in their own territories without even saying a word, and there are no words in front of them. Full of all kinds of shady things.

Here are the criminals and all kinds of

It is a paradise for mafia organizations to conduct underground illegal transactions. As long as you have your own way, you can basically find all kinds of strange things here, including but not limited to various weapons, drugs, human meat products, slaves of various races, rare materials or It's a hired murder.

"It's really a gathering place for scum..."

"I don't think it's your turn to say this yet."

Cheng Rang and Zabu were walking through the crowd, wearing masks on their faces and wearing the same black cloaks as the buyers around them, tightly covering their entire bodies including their heads.

"Can you speak the language of another world?" Cheng Rang stopped in front of one of the stalls and asked Zabu in a low voice.

"I only learned a little bit from that dead old man. If you want to bargain or something, just go to bed."

Cheng Rang stopped looking at Zabu. He raised his hand from his cloak and pointed at a silver-white metal ingot on the stall in front of him.

"How much does this cost?" (Common language from other worlds)

Zabu asked the stall owner understandingly.

The stall owner sitting cross-legged on the ground was also wearing a mask and a dark green shabby cloak. He raised his head and slowly squeezed out a few short sentences with a hoarse voice.

Cheng Rang looked at Zabu.

"Do not accept dollars and zers, barter, and the value is determined by him," Zabu translated.

In order to obtain the materials and items on the list, the two of them went to the bank to exchange a lot of old U.S. dollars and Zells before going to the black market this time, and even went to the gold bank to withdraw some gold. But obviously, the first person here now For a transaction, none of these things will come in handy.

"Are you looking for another place?" Zabu asked Cheng Rang in a low voice.

"The Blick alloy in front of you is now the last piece left in the entire black market. There is no need to waste your energy running elsewhere." The figure wrapped in a dark cloak preached to Cheng Rang and Zha in broken English.

"How will you know if you don't look for it yourself?" Cheng Rang said slowly, obviously not believing the one-sided words of the stall owner in front of him.

"Hmph..." The stall owner chuckled and raised his arm as a gesture of invitation, "Then you can do whatever you want."

"Let's go." Cheng Rang retracted his hand into his cloak, turned and left.

"You will come back."

Zabu, who was following Cheng Rang, paused for a moment when he heard the last words the stall owner behind him said to him.

"It's a bit weird, that guy." Zabu took a few steps to catch up with Cheng Rang again and commented on the man just now.

"The most indispensable thing here is weird guys." Cheng Rang quickened his pace and quickly scanned the surrounding shops with his eyes.

He suddenly asked: "Have you been here before?"

"Ah, that's right." Zabu replied, "While investigating the sales channels of angel armor."

"Is there anything different here than before?"

"The locations have been rotated four times, and there are three fewer entrances. In other areas, I can't see the difference for the time being."

Zabu added: "Furthermore, there are very few barter situations here. It's just that rare alloy that few people will buy. If the price is not specified, it is possible that it will rot in your hands for a year."

The two passed by many unidentified people in cloaks and quickly traveled through the underground waterway. After passing another fork in the road, Zabu stopped in front of another stall, pulled Cheng Rang and said: "Hey, is that on the list?"

"Where?" Cheng Rang stopped and looked in the direction of Zabu's finger.

A piece of khaki, even somewhat black, shiny rag was spread on the ground, forming a small, very inconspicuous stall. There was only one thing on it - a red translucent irregular crystal.

Cheng Rang used his mind to click on the list of items he had stored in the system backpack interface. He looked at the picture and found the same material marked with the [Essential/Irreplaceable] label.

"The heart of the Salikembes tribe...that's why it's named." Cheng Rang twitched the corner of his mouth, looked at the words marked in brackets (exclusive to silicon-based life forms, most likely cannot be synthesized), and looked away. Nodding to Zabu,

"It should be right."

Chapter 118: Making a scene in the underworld

"Thank you for finding it out at a glance." Cheng Rang couldn't help but praise Zabu beside him.

He raised his head proudly and said, "Don't underestimate me."

When the two came to this small stall, Cheng Rang's eyes shifted from the stone lying quietly on the rag to the stall owner.

Although she was wearing a mask, she could tell at a glance that she was a woman - her sexy black leather jacket tightly wrapped her slim figure, even if she was sitting on the ground with her arms folded, she could not hide it. The proud curve of her chest.

Cheng Rang turned to look at Zabu beside him again without saying a word.

"Tsk...I take back what I just said. You really can't hide your true nature no matter where you go."

"That's too much. Hey, I'm looking for it seriously too. It's just a coincidence!" Zabu gave Cheng Rang a hard push with his arm and lowered his voice.

Ignoring Zabu's unfounded excuse, Cheng Rang asked, "How much does this cost?" (Common language from other worlds)

I learned a lot about the alien language Cheng Zhabu just said, but I can probably only repeat this sentence.