Monster Synthesis Master

　　　　 The third child tilted his neck, saw the section of the newspaper, but immediately twisted his brows together.

　　 "Exotic Animal Beauty Pageant?"

　　 The youngest of this competition knows that it is hosted by Shadu Entertainment News. Shadu will hold an event every year, and this year is already the fifth.

　　 It’s just that the participants are basically ladies and celebrities in Shangcheng District. It can be said that they are small circles, and moreover...

　　 "Boss, you may have just arrived in Shadu and you don't know much about some things."

The third child first opened his mouth to find a step for Link, and then said: "Although this event is written that you can sign up for it, it is mainly aimed at the ladies and celebrities in the Shangcheng District. It is an event in their small circle. Squeeze in. And this event has a long time and a lot of processes. Now it's only registration for the primaries, and the finals will not start until mid to late May.

　　 "Even if you win the championship in the end, the reward is only 150,000, which does not solve the urgent need."

　　 Now that Jack’s help is lost, the animals in the basement show no signs of being sold.

　　 It is time to pay the monthly payment to Baihetang in one week, and the Jack Gang’s road will become increasingly difficult.

　　 When the previous boss came back, he took a confident step and said that Jack’s gang was heading for glory, but the third child thought that the boss was ready.

　　 But after knowing the boss's suggestion, the youngest's heart seemed to be poured cold water instantly, to cool down.

Link looked at the changes in the youngest expression without changing his expression: "It's okay, I just use the animal beauty pageant as a pedal, and take advantage of the trend to beat the reputation of Jack's wild animals. By the way, the youngest, now you arrange manpower, transcript Leave an empty room, the bigger the better, I'm useful."

　　 The third child wanted to persuade him again, but he hesitated for a while and still couldn't say it. Besides, it might make the boss feel disgusted and counterproductive.

　　 This wave of Baihetang is aggressive, directly pinching the lifeline of the Jack Gang. The boss still thinks about animal beauty pageants, and ignores the emotional depression of the gang brothers.

　　 This is going to be over, it is going to be over!

　　 The third child weakly ordered three or five people: "You, you, you, and you, come with me to clean up the house."

　　 The thugs' faces were also full of reluctance, and the faces of those who were spotted were even worse.

　　 "The site is gone, what are we doing now to clean up the house? Are you planning to train us to be nanny?"

　　 "If this goes on, we can't last two months, right?"

　　 "When Jack was here, revenue and expenditure were just flat. Now that the site is gone, it will definitely collapse. It's just a matter of time."

　　 The third child clapped his hands and said, "Okay, don't complain, it won't be good for the boss to hear, and move things quickly."

　　 Link was in the office, opened the portfolio and took out all the information in it.

　　 Many thugs’ characters are crooked and trembling. It can be seen that writing is a very difficult task for them.

　　 This has nothing to do with the educational environment in the slums.

　　 There are schools in the slums, but they only teach basic reading and literacy.

　　 The rulers and dignitaries do not want anyone to cross the class, so they have always adopted a captive policy for the slums.

　　 Two days ago, Link had just taken charge of the Jack Gang, and due to external pressure, he had not had time to get to know the brothers of the Jack Gang.

　　 Now, by looking at the archives, I can also learn more about my subordinates.

　　Because it was stated that you want to write specialties, everyone racked their brains.

　　 Link glanced, unlocking, theft, these are commonplace, and there are all kinds of people who write about driving and throwing dice.

　　 Link first focused on his specialties, and the one who impressed him the most was a young man with ventriloquism.

　　 This special skill made Link feel excited, and he remembered the name of this man—Quentin.

　　 After a while, the third child knocked on the door profusely and said, "Boss, the room has been cleaned up."

　　 "You call Ah Fu, and everyone else, to the rest area, I have something to announce."

　　 Link got up, stroked the folds on his shirt, and walked out of the office.

　　 The old third and the thugs are all like frosted eggplants, with their heads down and wilting.

　　 Link remembers that when he went out in the morning, the eyes of the thugs were filled with brilliant brilliance, that was the expectation and yearning for the future.

　　 But now, everyone is lifeless, standing in a line weakly in the rest area.

　　 is like a doll to be manipulated, and like a zombie without emotion.

　　 The site is gone, and Bai Hetang started. Not only did the boss not lead them to counterattack, but he just shrank.

　　 They can only watch Jack help the ‘deadly ill’ old man, breathless a little bit, but they can’t do anything.

　　 A deep sense of powerlessness took root in everyone's hearts.

　　 Ah Fu was the last to arrive, ran back from the outside hurriedly, sweating profusely.

　　 "Afu, why did you go?"

　　 Link looked at Ah Fu panting and asked curiously.

　　 "I'm practicing at the entrance of the alley. Didn't the boss tell me last night to train me well?"

　　 Link put his hands on his chest and half-sit on the dining table: "First wipe off the sweat, and then take out the contents of the backpack."

　　 Licking Dog hurriedly handed over a tissue, Ah Fu simply wiped the sweat bead on his forehead and removed the reinforced backpack from his body.

　　 "Boss, just put it here?" Ah Fu pointed to the empty concrete floor.

　　 The old third and the thugs looked at each other, confused, and didn't know what the boss and Brother Fu were talking about.

　　 I don’t know what the boss called them together to show them.

　　 Ah Fu reached into the reinforced backpack, and soon something in the backpack fell to the ground.

　　 Everyone's eyes all focused on the black pistols on the ground, and soon someone exclaimed.

　　 "USP1995 classic semi-automatic pistol!"

　　 "Isn't this just a pistol?" The surrounding thugs couldn't help but say.

　　 "This is not an ordinary semi-automatic pistol, this is a classic USP1995! If it is placed on the underground black market, this pistol can be sold for 6000 wastes!"

　　 "What? Turned over... ten times?" The thug opened his mouth wide and looked at this mediocre USP pistol. He didn't expect the price to be ten times more expensive than the usual USP!

　　 "The six thousand wasteland gangs are enough for us to collect the protection fee for half a street." Many thugs sucked and lit up.

　　 Ah Fu didn't care about so many, regardless of how much the thugs were amazed, he just took out all the guns in the backpack and fell to the ground according to the boss's intention.

　　 Ah Fu’s reinforced backpack is like a bottomless pit, and the pistol falls out of it.

　　 The thugs who knows the gun never stopped exclaiming.

　　 None of the pistols that Brother Fu took out of his backpack were of great interest.

　　 "M2000, P29, M1911..."

　　 "Hiss! Collector's version of Colt's six-round revolver, the underground black market price of ten thousand one!"

　　 The beater trembled as he watched the gun fall to the ground.

　　 In his opinion, these are all works of art, so falling to the ground is really distressing.

　　 The youngest man is buzzing with a blank head, there are already a dozen pistols on the ground, but looking at Ah Fu's posture, not only does it mean that it is not over, but it is more vigorous.

　　Although the others didn't understand, they got excited as they watched so many guns from their backpacks.

　　 "Your name is Zhang Ming, isn't it?" Link flipped through the file, and there was a young man named Zhang Ming who filled in the specialty of ‘knowing a gun’.

　　 Zhang Ming, who was called by his name, was a little flustered, and at the same time he was happy in his heart. He didn't expect the boss to know his name.

　　 "Boss, it's me!"

　　 "Since you feel distressed, then help Ah Fu tidy up."

　　 "Okay!" The bright smile on Zhang Ming's face couldn't stop him, and being able to touch his beloved big baby with his hands was a journey to realize his dreams.

　　 Zhang Ming rushed forward and put all the pistols on the ground on the dining table.

　　 Ah Fu took out the last pistol, patted his hands, and let out a long sigh: "The pistols are all finished!"

　　 Zhang Ming looked at the dozens of pistols on the table, his eyes lightened.

　　 These are all works of art!

　　 The eyes of the other thugs also radiated light, and the boss made so many guns at once, it was clear that he was going to do something!

　　 "Boss, what are you..." The youngest was interrupted by Ah Fu raising his hand before he finished speaking.

　　 "Don't worry, there is still in the bag."

　　 Various miniature submachine guns, single-chamber shotguns, and assault rifles.

　　 The weapons that Ah Fu took out of his backpack became more powerful and exaggerated.

　　 In addition to the original firearms, there are also enhanced versions that have been modified and configured. There are even several assault rifles, which Zhang Ming can't name.

　　 When Ah Fu finally came out with the sniper rifle in both hands, Zhang Ming's mouth was so wide that he could squeeze a fist in.

　　 The youngest and other thugs behind, their eyes have gradually turned into sand at this moment, their eyes are dull, and their brains are completely down.

　　 In addition to the guns on the table, the capacity of Ah Fu's backpack makes them feel unreal.

　　 "This, this is the butcher mutilator..."

　　 Zhang Ming trembled and said the name of the sniper rifle.

　　 "Eight times optical sniper scope, specially customized lengthened silencer, specially modified length and detachable module settings, hand-stitched rhino leather butt, customized high-energy armor-piercing bullets...This gun is completely customized."

"How much is this gun?" Ah Fu asked curiously~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Zhang Ming shook his head solemnly and said: "The regular version of the underground black market also sells for 60,000 to 80,000 waste coins. This one is completely customized, and the price will only be higher! If the price is 100,000, I am afraid the underground black market will be snatched!"

　　 hiss!

　　 Except for Link, everyone in the audience took a breath.

　　A one hundred thousand gun, what is this concept?

　　 Look at the firearms piled up on the dining table again, it looks like a small arsenal.

Most of the guns in the hands of the thugs were bought from second-hand stores in the underground black market.

　　 The price of a new gun usually fluctuates between seven and eight hundred. A simple second-hand pistol can cost three or four hundred.

　　 But the gun on the table in front of me, the cheapest one costs two to three thousand wasteland coins.

　　The thugs have a sense of the rarity of Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

　　 "Oh, by the way, I forgot, there is still something I haven't cleaned out."

　　 Afu said, and took out four more body armor from his backpack.

　　 The bewildered thugs gradually recovered their senses, and revenge ignited in their eyes.

　　 Fuck, hold this gun.

　　 They even have the guts to go out and head head-on with the other three gangs!

　　 "Now, move all these guns to the room inside. From now on, that room will be the arsenal of our Jack Gang."

　　 Now, there is no need to specify the arrangement.

　　 All the thugs were like stimulants, and they took the initiative to help, moving all the guns and equipment into the room.

　　 The youngest man on the side, looking at the boss with a confident mind and slightly curled mouth, couldn't help but sigh: Boss, how many surprises and trump cards you have!

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