Gunfire, Punk and Necromancer

Zhuang Xuteng hid under the cushion and almost listened to the entire conversation between Cassandra and Heisenberg.

It turns out that the explosion on 623 that night was caused by the robbery of Ying Cong! The important person who died in the Scarlet Group turned out to be a "idiot". He wanted to use the protest crowd to "filter the followers", but in the end he was robbed by another group of people. oh! No wonder the originally peaceful protest suddenly turned violent, with everyone fighting uncontrollably and causing so many lives. It turned out that the Scarlet Group was responsible for this incident!

"Inhuman bastard!" Zhuang Xuteng cursed in his heart.

Things went smoothly after that: the Lich Master entered his body, and the Scarlet Group's shadow followers were demoted.

Deserve it! You deserve it! Zhuang Xuteng followed Heisenberg during this period and learned about the approximate prices of different levels of shadow slaves on the market. The four levels of living shadows are "Red-Blue-Orange-Colorful", starting from the lowest of 10,000 euros, to the orange that is worth millions of euros. As for the colorful ones, they are priceless treasures and have never been sold publicly. If a colorful living shadow turned into a half-red and half-blue dying living shadow, the loss would be more than tens of millions of euros.

In addition to monetary losses, the Scarlet Group's mismanagement of top film and television companies was exposed in this incident. It will definitely be targeted by more "interested people" and the losses in this regard will be even greater. After this incident, Scarlet Group must shrink a little and concentrate its energy on in-depth investigation and handling of the subsequent impact of 623. In this way, those minor issues must be dealt with quickly. It is no wonder that Zhuang Xuteng can get compensation.

It has to be said that the news Zhuang Xuteng heard was all good news, but his situation also became quite dangerous. Heisenberg did not reveal the existence of Zhuang Xuteng to Cassandra. This may just be a choice based on his own interests, and it does not mean that he is willing to let Zhuang Xuteng listen and know more. Once Cassandra is gone, Heisenberg may kill himself.

Zhuang Xuteng must feel very uncomfortable when he thinks of this. He must find a way to avoid that outcome. Let's start soon? Heisenberg holds a shock pen, and he also has a shadow gun. What does he have? I was busy evading just now, and I didn't bring anything with me. If I wanted to kill people, I only had my fists. This is a pair of rookie fists with no fighting skills. The only experience is just kicking the crotch desperately, and there is no chance of winning.

What's more, even if Heisenberg was overthrown, there would still be seven floors of wild monkeys above, who would crush him to death like a bug!

When he comes to find you, you can't beat him then, and if you rush out now, you're looking for death! Alas, the problem is still lack of strength, not even a Shadow Clan gun at hand. It was possible right away. The Lich Master had already finished the first version of the shadow gun rune graphics and was waiting for him to find a chance to test it, but he didn't expect to encounter such a thing.

If you are not strong enough, you can only rely on your acting skills to get through this matter. Zhuang Xuteng thought about it carefully. Heisenberg might not have any intention of killing him. He might be afraid that the middleman Lucy would cause trouble for him later. Well, if he wasn't afraid of Lucy at all, there would be no need to return the favor, let alone secretly take on an apprentice. In any case, the "little fans" are potential chefs and middlemen Lucy's cash cow, and value always determines the intensity of revenge.

Zhuang Xuteng quickly grasped Heisenberg's heart: It would be great if things went very smoothly! This includes "Little Fan" hearing nothing, Cassandra being completely in the dark, and "Hercules" being safe. After thinking about this clearly, Zhuang Xuteng knew what he should do.

Although it is still very dangerous, you can steal a way out. He curled up on the cushion filled with crude oil, breathed softly, covered his mouth with one hand, and closed his eyes. He had to wait quietly, waiting for Heisenberg to wake him up. At the same time, he also wanted to pray for good luck and hope that Heisenberg wouldn't fire his shadow gun at the mat as soon as he came up.

The threat of death was real and he was like a man walking on the edge of a cliff. When there is no second way, you really have to pray that every time you step on a solid stone, rather than a dead ground that will collapse and slide.

There had been no sound outside the mat for a while, and it seemed like Cassandra should leave. At this time, Zhuang Xuteng heard Heisenberg calling him outside: "Xiaofen, you can come out."

He didn't move, pretending he didn't hear it, because Heisenberg's voice was too soft, almost like an ordinary speaking voice. If you answer at this time, it is equivalent to admitting that you can hear the words.

"Little fan, you can come out!" The volume increased a bit, but it was still not enough. It was still far away from the safety line in Zhuang Xuteng's heart. "Did you hear that? I asked you to come out!!"

The volume reached two exclamation marks, well, it was almost there, but Zhuang Xuteng still didn't go out. He had already thought that it would be best if Heisenberg came over and lifted the mat, so that he would have a fighting chance if things went terribly wrong. Because the body is covered with a water mattress filled with crude oil, this thing can weaken or even isolate the energy of the shadow. It should be able to restrain the shock pen and weaken the killing effect of the shadow gun. If Heisenberg wanted to kill him, there was a possibility that he would do it without lifting the mat, but it was relatively small. The most suitable time to strike was when Zhuang Xuteng lifted the mat, and Heisenberg used the shock pen and shadow gun to finish him off from a distance.

Don't go out, just pretend not to hear! Zhuang Xuteng remained motionless, hiding under the mat.

After a while and a few more shouts, Heisenberg finally lost his patience. He squeezed through the gap in the cabinet, kicked the mat with his foot, and then lifted the mat away. He saw "Xiaofen" covering her mouth with one hand, rubbing her sleepy eyes with the other hand, yawning and looking at him.

"Oops!" Zhuang Xuteng suddenly realized, and said, "Can you come out? I fell asleep just now. Maybe it's because I've been too tired recently, but it's so quiet inside, the quietest I haven't seen in a long time..."

"Really?" Heisenberg always kept one hand in his pocket, which always belonged to the shock pen. "What did you do in there?"

"I was very scared after I went in. I didn't know what was going on outside. I just wanted to keep quiet and listen to adults." Zhuang Xuteng used the words he had prepared long ago, put on an expression as if he was asking for credit, and said, "So I I covered my mouth, breathed lightly, and stayed still. It was very stuffy inside the mattress, and I could hear a gurgling sound, which must be crude oil moving inside. The sound sounded very hypnotic, so I fell asleep."

"Asleep? Didn't you hear anything?"

"It's not like I didn't hear them at all. I heard footsteps at first, the ones coming down the steps. But after the cushion was covered, I couldn't hear the sound clearly. The more I wanted to hear, the more sleepy I became..." Zhuang Xuteng asked: " Who is here? Is he the boss of the Wild Monkey Gang?"

"Yes, King Kong is here." Heisenberg snorted and answered perfunctorily, while motioning to Zhuang Xuteng to get up. At this time, both of his hands were outside his pockets.

"Is it King Kong? Wow, how tall is he? How heavy is he? Can he punch through walls?"

"He can hit your upper body to the roof with one punch and leave your lower body in place. Okay, stop talking nonsense and go wash up. You smell like crude oil."

Zhuang Xuteng lowered his head and sniffed it, and it was indeed smelly, but he still pretended to be confused and said, "No, I think it's fine."

"You've been around so long that you've gotten used to it—like a rat to the gutter. Go wash it off! Then come back and get on with your work."

"Yes, sir!" Zhuang Xuteng knew that he had passed the test, so he got busy again.

"Put this mat away as well, I don't want it to get the smell. Besides, the crude oil will interfere with the function of the shadow slave and delay the work!"

Zhuang Xuteng cleaned up his body, which included washing his body with industrial soap mixed with whale oil to remove the effects of crude oil. Next, he returned to his work station and looked at the "restored" work progress with a tearless expression. He didn't say anything and started over silently.

What a useful guy. Heisenberg glanced at Zhuang Xuteng's profile with his peripheral vision, mentally calculating: It's easy to use, but he must get rid of him quickly. Cassandra will come again, just after the next filtering process. Normally, a complete process takes a week. If you add one or two days of tidying up, she will definitely come within two weeks.

Before that, Xiaofen needs to learn something real and be able to assemble a simple shadow slave independently. If you can do this, you can barely be considered a chef. As for whether he can make a pistol, he has taught it anyway. Whether he can learn it or not is Xiaofen's own problem and has nothing to do with him. As long as he can have an explanation with Lucy, he should be sent away as soon as possible. At least once the Hercules incident is over and things are calmer, it will be easier to talk about the details.

"That's it!" He turned around and said in a rare kind tone: "Little fan! You have basically entered the industry. You know how to judge the level of a shadow servant, and you also roughly understand the rules of waste utilization. Now tell me Say, what kind of shadow follower do you want to learn how to make?"

"Pistol!" Zhuang Xuteng said decisively, without any hesitation.

"Well, you choose well. This one has the highest profit, but it is also very difficult!"

"I can learn! I'm not afraid of hardship! No matter how long it takes, I can persevere."

Damn it, it’s not whether you can persist, but I don’t want you to stay here any longer!

Heisenberg rolled his eyes unconsciously, which was keenly caught by Zhuang Xuteng.

"Xiaofen, since you have the motivation, let's get started. Put aside all the principles and intermediate knowledge, and learn my movements and methods first. You can't become a good chef overnight. I didn't teach you anything this time. You can slowly understand things through practice, and you can always make up for it!”

Zhuang Xuteng nodded, widened his eyes, and looked expectant.

"Then let's get started!" Heisenberg said: "There are many basic configurations of the three-core pistol. Some require the company's technology and the joint efforts of many people to complete, which is not something we can get involved in. Pistols made by gangs generally use this With the configuration, the manufacturing rate can be higher. Come, let me draw it for you..."

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