I, with a long knife in my hand, can only do one move

Patrick is currently adjusting the core pipeline of the energy channeling of this portable high-frequency individual pulse gun in his weapon shop, and is at a critical moment when he cannot 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 weapon enthusiast, and even regards weapons as part of his life.

"Hey Patrick, someone is looking for you!"

Nija, the foodie assistant with a maroon single ponytail, poked her head out from the counter with a lollipop in her mouth, and called out to Patrick who was carefully adjusting his weapon.

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

He lifted the sunglasses on his face, and complained loudly to Nijia in front of him in a very dissatisfied tone: "Hey, didn't I say don't bother me? Is it flat?"

"It's been four or 10 minutes, why haven't you finished this thing?" Nijia glanced down and flattened her mouth, "You still have the nerve to yell at me, it's really bad~"

"If you think it's easy, you can do it!"

Boom!

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

"It's done." Nijia handed the tweezers back to Patrick, who had a complicated expression in front of him, pulled out the lollipop in his mouth and said, "It's Mr. Stephen and the others, they seem to be in a hurry, otherwise I wouldn't bother to bother you This person who moves as slowly as embroidery, hurry up and pick up the guest!"

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

"Yes, yes, I got it, so let's go." Nijia went around the counter, sat down on her seat, and waved her hands to Patrick with her chin propped up.

"What's next?" she asked.

"The three over there, the same thing." Patrick pointed to the other three portable high-frequency individual pulse guns on the weapon rack beside him, "Really, I'm in charge here anyway, don't always sound like an order For me, you are my assistant, right?"

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

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

Clang!

"Be gentle! They are all my babies!" Patrick had just turned to go out when he heard the sound of the pulse gun being violently thrown on the workbench.

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

Patrick: "But this is not a battlefield, treat them with care!"

"It's too long-winded, you perverted weapon control uncle!"

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

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

"The louder those two guys are arguing, the less problems there will be. Don't worry." Stephen couldn't help but put a smile on his face.

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

"You can tell from that sentence that they have a good relationship, Miss Leticia..."

click!

With the sound of Leo's complaints, the door of the maintenance room of the weapon shop in front of him also opened, and a tall figure stepped out from it. It was the owner, Patrick.

"Oh, Mr. Stephen, welcome to Patrick's Weapons Store, what kind of weapons do you want to see today?!" His hearty voice was as carefree as his appearance, "We are here from knives, guns and sticks to space-based satellites. , everything that one expects to find, the price is fair, and there is nothing wrong with children!"

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

He immediately picked up a big guy with a height of half a person from the shelf, and introduced to Leo: "Look at this, just pull the trigger, and everything within a five-meter radius will 'chick piu~'" Disappeared! How about it, think about it?"

"Hey, no...that..." Leo pulled the corner of his mouth and raised his hand to interject, 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 you have enough security and concealment here, and there is a place where you can manufacture all kinds of precision equipment?" Leticia took the initiative to speak at this time, and raised her head vigorously to face the giant who was almost twice as tall as herself in front of her. Question 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 was pulled down, and she opened her mouth again and raised her voice slightly to signal to Patrick above her head: "Please lower your head, I'm here!"

Patrick poked his head out from behind the counter to look down, and looked at the petite white-haired loli in front of him.

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

"It's okay...it's okay, forgive your rudeness..." Leticia's tone seemed very forced when she said this, but her expression still maintained a basic elegance and calmness.

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

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

The corners of Stephen's mouth, who had noticed all this a long time ago, raised slightly unconsciously.

Before that, Her Majesty Queen Letizia, who had always been on the throne overlooking all beings, had been ridiculed by the people here several times in just one day because of her height problem and her too young appearance, but until now Didn't commit violent murders, should it be said that she is indeed the "Queen of the Millennium Prosperity" who maintains the order of many worlds...

very impressive!

Stephen thought silently in his heart.

Chapter 117 Underground Factory

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

As Patrick raised his hand and shut the huge electric switch on the wall with a bang, the searchlight on the top of the factory was powered on, the darkness was torn apart by the white light, and the sound of thud thud thud was connected together, filled with various metals and engine oil The dim factory of breath is bright as day in a blink of an eye.

This huge weapon processing factory with a total area of ​​over a thousand square meters is located directly below Patrick's weapon store, and is directly connected to the secret elevator hidden behind the weapon wall in the maintenance room. The entire exterior uses a three-layer injection method of super-strength alloy and cement. It is as majestic and magnificent as an underground fortress.

It is stealthy, safe and fully functional, and its robustness can even resist the direct explosion impact of low-yield nuclear missiles.

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

"Okay...that's amazing..." Leo's shocked expression obviously satisfied Patrick.

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

"The dust-free maintenance system and constant temperature module are always on, and Miss Leticia 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 herself, and then changed his words: "But it's okay to tell you, we need to make a Hume index meter 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 blurted out her praise for the configuration of this secret weapon 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." Stephen took out his phone and glanced, "Is there no signal here?"

"Electromagnetic shielding is definitely there. If you need to make contact, 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 needs to be dialed It is an extremely old-fashioned model that can only call out numbers with a dial, which is in sharp contrast with the surrounding high-tech processing equipment, "But it must still work!"

"If that thing is unreliable, I will trouble you to go up and use your own mobile phone, it will be more reliable, hahaha..." Then Patrick added with some confidence.

"It's okay." Leticia waved to Leo, "Mr. Woqi, let's start."

Leo said: "Okay, Miss Leticia, but you can call me Leo like everyone else...Mr. Woqi always feels weird."

"I see, Leo."

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

......

Old Xilin District, Heijie.

The black market located in the abandoned underground waterway is brightly lit. Although it is crowded with people, all kinds of street vendors, big or small, just sit quietly in their territory without even yelling, and there are many people in front of them. Full of all kinds of invisible 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 scumbags..."

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

Cheng Rang and Zhabu were shuttling through the crowd. They both wore masks on their faces and wore the same black cloaks as the surrounding buyers, which tightly covered their entire bodies including their heads.

"Can you speak a foreign language?" Cheng Rang stopped in front of one of the booths and asked Zhabu beside him in a low voice.

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

Cheng Rang no longer looked at Zhabu, he raised his hand from the cloak and pointed to a silver-white metal ingot on the booth in front of him.

"How much is this?" (Common Language)

Zhabu asked the stall owner knowingly from the side.

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

Cheng Rang looked at Zhabu.

"Do not accept dollars and Zell, barter, the value is judged by him," Zhabu translated.

In order to obtain the materials and items on the list, before they came to the black market this time, the two went to the bank to exchange a lot of old dollar bills and Zell, and even went to the gold bank to pick up some gold, but obviously, the first person here For a deal, none of these things will come in handy.

"Do you want to find another place?" Zhabu asked Cheng Rang in a low voice.

"The whole black market in front of you is the last piece of Blickmetal in my place. Don't waste your energy and go to other places." The figure wrapped in a black cloak spoke broken English and preached to Cheng Rang and Zha.

"How do you know if you don't look for it yourself?" Cheng Rang said slowly, apparently not believing what the stall owner in front of him said.

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

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

"You will be back."

Zha Bu, who followed Cheng Rang, heard the last words spoken to him by the stall owner behind him, and paused in his footsteps.

"It's kind of weird, that guy." Zhabu took a few steps to catch up with Cheng Rang again, and commented on the person just now.

"Weird guys are the most indispensable thing here." Cheng Rang quickened his pace and quickly scanned the surrounding shops and items with his eyes.

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

"Ah, sort of." Zabu replied, "When investigating the sales channels of Angel Armor."

"Is there anything different here than before?"

"The location has been rotated four times, and the entrance has lost three. For the rest, I haven't noticed the difference for the time being."

Zhabu added: "Also, there is very little bartering here. It's just that rare alloys should not be bought by anyone. If the price is not clearly marked, it is possible that they will rot in their hands for a year."

The two passed by many unidentified people wearing cloaks, and walked quickly through the underground waterway. After passing through a fork intersection again, Zhabu stopped in front of another booth, grabbed Cheng Rang and said: "Hey, is that on the list?"

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

A khaki, even black, shiny rag was spread on the ground, forming a small, very inconspicuous booth, and there was only one thing on it—a red translucent irregular spar.

Cheng Rang used his thoughts to open the list of items he stored in the backpack interface of the system, and compared the pictures, he found a material marked with the label [Must-have/Irreplaceable].

"The heart of the Selikenbes...is named after that." Cheng Rang twitched the corner of his mouth, looked at the words in brackets (exclusive to silicon-based lifeforms, and there is a high probability that they cannot be synthesized), and closed his eyes. Nodding to Zab,

"Should be right."

Chapter 118 Making a scene in the underworld

"It's lucky that you can find it out at a glance. It's a trick." Cheng Rang couldn't help but praised Zha Bu beside him.

He raised his head triumphantly 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.

Even though she was wearing a mask, she could tell at a glance that she was a woman—her exquisite figure was tightly wrapped by the sexy black leather jacket, which could not be concealed even if she was sitting on the ground with her arms folded The proud curvature of her chest.

Cheng Rang turned his head to look at Zhabu beside him without saying a word.

"Tsk... I take back what I just said, you really can't hide your old sex critic's nature wherever you go."

"It's too much, hey, I was looking for it seriously, it's just a coincidence, a coincidence!" Zhabu pushed Cheng Rang hard with his arm and said in a low voice.

Ignoring Zhabu's baseless defense, Cheng Rang asked, "How much is this?" (Common language in the foreign world)

Zhabu's sentence in another world language just now made me learn a lot, but I can probably only repeat this sentence.