"Well, done!"
As the night approached dawn, Jiang Xia stretched lazily and looked at the work in his hands with satisfaction.
This standard version of the M107 dark-black gun should have five engraving arrays on it to ensure stable transmission of spiritual energy, but now a sixth one was added on a whim.
This production was completed in a flash of inspiration by Jiang Xia.
Without affecting the operation of other engravings, the added "power-accumulating heavy hammer" engraving can also operate smoothly.
If all the previous efforts were to copy Master Fleming's experience, then this gun tonight was the first time Jiang Xia tried out his own ideas.
I don’t know if it’s an extraordinary performance.
But he was very satisfied.
The experience of having so many inspirations and my brain exploding was so refreshing, just like drinking a glass of ice water on a hot day. Unfortunately, even if you think with your butt, you know how rare this state is.
"Huh? It's already this time?"
Jiang Xia held up his new work, glanced out the window, and was directly shocked.
The sky was already turning pale. How long had he been immersed in the creation? Moreover, how come the spiritual power in his body suddenly increased so much?
Jiang Xia felt it with a strange expression. It was roughly equivalent to the amount of spiritual energy that could be stored in his body after he had consumed ten bottles of Spirit Gathering Pills and circulated it through the body.
At this rate, he only needed to maintain that state of inspiration bursting out seven or eight more times before he could accumulate full spiritual power, and then break through to the Qi training stage in a weak thunder tribulation.
"Forget it, try this gun first."
Jiang Xia took a look at the Barrett in his hand and grinned. This gun was definitely the best he could make at this stage.
Very commemorative.
He also planned to keep it as a collection and not for sale.
Lao Jiang was holding the spirit-possessed gun he had made and was about to find a place to calibrate the gun, but suddenly he heard a noise in the chip communication.
Then there was Malte's roar at full frequency.
"Catch him! Catch the thief! He stole our 'Not For Sale'!"
Then came various responses.
Su and his brothers reacted very quickly. After a brief response, there was a burst of noise in the courtyard on the other side of Liu's house, mixed with Jasmine's screams.
It seemed like the thief rushed into the house where Jasmine lived in a panic.
Then there was a strong surge of electricity and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. A few seconds later, Jasmine's angry voice also sounded in the communication.
"I caught him. Su, come and take him. This bastard wants to take me hostage. Who is he looking down on? Hey, Hanhan, stop hitting him! You're going to kill him!"
"Where is the thief? Where is he? Asshole! How dare you come to Uncle Liu to steal money! You must be tired of living! Look, Uncle Liu will shoot him!"
"Ah! Lao Si, why aren't you wearing pants? You rascal!"
"Crash"
There was another surge of electricity, mixed with the fourth brother's scream.
All the people under Jiang Xia's command became busy at this moment, as if catching a thief had ignited all their enthusiasm, making the communication as lively as a market.
But Jiang Xia felt something was wrong.
He privately chatted with Malte on the frequency band and said:
"Isn't your workshop equipped with infrared surveillance? How did a thief get in? And let him take away the item that's not for sale? If I remember correctly, that item weighed nearly 30 kilograms, right?"
"Boss, don't ask me. I have a lot of questions in my head right now."
Malte was very straightforward and helpless and said:
"I don't know what happened to that person. He didn't trigger the surveillance alarm at all, and the not-for-sale item also disappeared. If I hadn't placed a pressure detector under the not-for-sale item, he would have slipped away by now.
Boss, your world is full of weird things, could it be that immortals or monsters are here to steal things?"
"Why would an immortal steal that? As for monsters... Fengming Country is such a barren place, how could there be monsters?"
Jiang Xia shook his head and said:
"I'll ask again. You keep an eye on him. I'll be here soon."
After saying that, Jiang Xia carried his beloved work on his back and headed towards the courtyard. On the way, he turned on Liu Hui's channel again. Before he could speak, the silly monster said:
“It’s not a monster. I don’t sense any demonic aura. It’s not a monster like the pomegranate. That person must have sneaked in with some kind of magic weapon.
It was my mistake, boss.
I should have noticed it sooner."
"With your keen perception, you should be able to sense something is wrong even if you are asleep."
Jiang Xia didn't mean to blame him. He asked curiously:
"What on earth were you doing?"
"I……"
Liu Hui was very embarrassed and said in a low voice with shame:
"I just went out for some fun in my true form as a demon, and now I've just come back from the deep mountains three hundred miles away. Everything is fine in your human city.
You always have to hold your breath, which makes people feel uncomfortable.
I was wrong, boss, I won’t do that again.”
"It's hard for you too."
Jiang Xia sighed and said:
"Wait until I break through the Qi training stage and officially register you as a protective spirit beast with the City God. Then you can move around in public. Just be patient for a while."
"So, boss, hurry up."
Liu Hui immediately complained:
"You've already established contact with the Hongyan Society, so hurry up and buy some more elixirs. It's just a Qi training stage, how difficult can it be?"
"You also know about the Hongyan Society?"
Jiang Xia said in a stunned tone:
"How did you know that?"
“The dozen or so elders of the Ten Thousand Beast Sect, as well as their leader and the high-level disciples of the sect, are basically all members of the Hongyan Society. I have known about them for a long time.
I just didn't expect that you, boss, would take the initiative to find them.
I recognized the funnel magic weapon you used when you traded with them before."
The silly monster gnashed his teeth and said:
"Now I also know that it was Hongyan Society that captured me and sold me as a commodity. Humph, when this demon completes the ninety-nine magical powers, I will teach them a lesson sooner or later!"
"Well, so you all know it, but I don't know it."
Jiang Xia curled his lips and said:
“This Hongyan Society is really good at causing trouble.
Okay, go ahead and have fun. I'll call you if I have anything to do. Come with me to Fengshan in a while to take care of the place and act as a security guard or something."
"No problem, boss, just call me when the time comes."
The silly monster responded with joy, let out a distant wolf howl, and then cut off the communication.
Jiang Xia also came to Malte's weapons workshop. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a guy whose whole body was charred by electricity, tied up with ropes next to a machine tool.
The big bald man Malte, who was only wearing a vest, was holding a wrench with blood on it and looked unfriendly. It was obvious that he had already taken revenge before Jiang Xia came.
"Oh, it's still a thief."
When Jiang Xia came over, he saw that the clothes the thief was wearing were the same uniforms worn by the shop assistants in several shops in Kunlunfang. They were almost completely in the style of Ruyifang without much modification.
He took a step forward, picked up a pipe from the machine tool, pressed it against the chin of the blood-stained thief, and lifted his cheek.
What caught my eye was a young face.
He was neither handsome nor ugly, but he had a gloomy look, with bloodshot eyes and undisguised fatigue, but he did not have the panic and anxiety of a thief who had been caught.
On the contrary, there was a kind of calmness and dullness in those eyes.
Lifeless.
"Old Four, do you recognize him?"
Jiang Xia looked at those eyes and asked casually.
The fourth brother, who was wearing clothes draped over his clothes and shorts, with his straw sandals hanging down and an Uzi submachine gun in his hand, and whose face was covered in black and gray after being electrocuted by Jasmine and whose hair stood up like an afro, shook his head.
He was looking at the thief fiercely.
As the head manager of Kunlunfang, now that there is a thief in the house, he has lost face in front of his boss.
The fourth one gritted his teeth and said:
"I haven't seen him, but Boss, this guy must be the remnant of Liu Ruyi! As soon as he came in, he stole our items that are not for sale. He must have seen them before.
Maybe he was sent by Governor Hong’s political enemies.
Maybe it's a foreign spy!
Just kill him, no need to ask any more questions."
"Yes, you have good taste. You came in and went for our items that are not for sale."
Jiang Xia looked up and down, put down the pipe in his hand, squatted down, took off a bronze ring from the man's left finger, probed his spiritual sense into it, and threw it aside.
With a "clang", the classic Maxim heavy machine gun that had appeared once before in Fengshan was thrown out of the storage ring.
"Here you go, take it and play with it."
Jiang Xia threw the empty ring to the fourth brother.
This thing is the lowest level storage ring. It can’t hold too many things and doesn’t need to be bound to divine thoughts. As long as there is spiritual power, it can be opened at will, just like an unguarded cabinet.
But this also proves the identity of the person in front of him.
He is a monk.
Or rather, he used to be a monk.
Lao Jiang waved his hand, and the people around him dispersed sensibly. Soon, he and the caught thief were the only ones left in the workshop.
Jiang Xia squatted down and looked at the silent thief in front of him.
He said:
“I don’t remember any grudges between me and the local monks , but if we talk about conflicts, there was indeed one, and that was when I was still in Fengshan.
There was a group of self-righteous idiots who were instigated by Ruyifang's shills to come and cause trouble for me, and I ended up giving them a severe lesson.
No one died except that guy.
But later I heard that there was an unlucky guy who did something wrong and got into trouble, and was eventually crippled in public by his cruel master and thrown into Fengshan.
No matter life or death...
Tsk tsk, that’s so miserable.
That person must have been filled with hatred and decided to take revenge on his enemy.
So he lurked in my Kunlun Square, chose a good time tonight, came to steal things, and planned to give me a surprise.
Am I right?
You unlucky bastard."
The badly beaten thief in front of him lowered his head.
"Snap"
The next moment, a slap hit him on the cheek. Jiang Xia grabbed his collar and said sternly:
"I'm asking you a question! You have no manners if you don't answer. Tell me! What are you going to do with the gun? Are you going to shoot me?"
"No."
Blood oozed from the corner of the man's mouth. He muttered, "
"I'm not targeting you. I was wrong at the beginning, and I admit it. But that person...that person crippled me without saying anything, and turned me into a cripple.
I have no home to return to and have wasted more than ten years of my life.
I hate him. ”
The thief gritted his teeth and said:
"He will break through and become a cultivator at the realm of truth. If I can't take revenge, I will never have another chance. I don't want to steal. I'm not...
I want to buy it.
I raised the money, but you won’t sell.
I have no choice, I really have no choice, I can no longer use spells, and apart from your 10,000-person cannon, I have no way to avenge myself."
Jiang Xia did not answer.
He just looked at the guy in front of him, then took out a cigarette, took out a cigarette, put it to his mouth and lit it. As the smoke rose, he watched the thief steal.
After a minute's silence, he said:
"Tell me first, how do you know about this heavy machine gun? Who told you?"
"It was that time when you fought in Fengshan."
The thief raised his head and tried to explain:
"I was a miner at that time and witnessed the power of the Ten Thousand Enemies. Later, during the training of new recruits, I couldn't swallow that breath, so I ran away and went to work in the market again.
I really don't want to steal, boss.
I didn't want to steal it, but I really couldn't help it. I couldn't swallow that breath!"
"I understand. I understand."
A smile appeared on Jiang Xia's face. He took the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, put it into the thief's mouth, and untied the rope for him.
He said:
"The anger is stuck in your heart, and unless you take revenge, you will feel like you are being burned to death every day.
I understand.
But you shouldn't steal.
This is not right.
Besides, you don't look very smart.
What's the point of stealing this?"
Jiang Xia stood up, pointed at the heavy machine gun and said as the thief stared at him blankly:
"A cultivator who is about to break through to the Qi training stage has many ways to dodge its bullets. Even if he is hit, he has magic weapons and spiritual power to protect himself, so he will not die.
And if you shoot, you're dead.
You stole the wrong thing.
Poor guy.
You should steal...
This is it! "
As Jiang Xia spoke, he stuffed the exquisite spirit-infused heavy sniper rifle he had just made into the thief's hand.
He narrowed his eyes and said to the man in front of him:
"The six formation engravings increase the destructive power, concealment, penetration, and lethality of this gun by more than ten times, and it is equipped with a magic-breaking bullet specially made for human cultivators.
As long as you are lucky enough.
As long as he is unaware, one shot will be enough to seriously injure him.
I will provide you with elixirs for recovery, I will give you enough bullets for you to practice shooting, and I will also give you a treasure that will allow you to possess supernatural powers.
I only have one request!
Use this gun.
Kill that cruel bastard who abandoned you and ruined your life that had just begun.
Do you understand?
This gun must be used to kill..."
"W-why?"
The thief felt as if he was dreaming. Looking at the spirit-attached gun in his hand that exuded a cold aura, he raised his head and asked in a dazed tone:
"Why are you helping me?"
"Because I'm generous, young man."
Jiang Xia lowered his head and used a lighter to light the cigarette at the corner of his mouth. The smoke rose, covering his cheeks but did not block his voice.
He said:
“I thought I should advertise my new product.
In this shabby place like Fengming Country, what other advertisement can be more shocking than a loser using my gun to kill a real cultivator?"
"Of course I'm not giving it to you for free. As a price, you will work for me in the future."
"Come with me, I want to sign a contract with you."
After saying that, Jiang Xia turned around and walked out of the workshop. The thief behind him dragged his body, struggled to stand up, and followed Jiang Xia out.
Faced with a sudden glimmer of hope in a desperate situation, even knowing that it meant an uneasy future, he still did not hesitate for even a second.
"My name is ..."
"Hush."
He was about to tell Jiang Xia his name, but he saw the boss raised his finger in the rising smoke, interrupting him.
"I don't care what your name was before, and it doesn't matter."
"From now on, you are..."
"Black water."