Mechanical Alchemist

Chapter 32

After the successful inauguration, Su Lun could clearly feel the gap between "professionals" and "non-professionals".

Moreover, this is only the difference in the increase of physical attributes and skills after taking office. The real focus of improving the combat effectiveness of "professionals" is still on the "alchemy equipment".

Although Su Lun can't see other people's attribute panels, he can also guess that he uses gold materials to advance the rare occupation "Puppet Master", and the attributes will definitely crush the same type of occupation.

This also made him more and more "worried" about the direction of his choice of alchemy farming equipment in the future.

With such a good talent attribute, I feel that it would be too wasteful to use ordinary farming equipment blueprints. Even if it was Goethe, the cadre in the gang, the "Thousand Killing Wings", Su Lun always felt that it was a bit unsatisfactory.

The high agility attributes match, but high skills and high mental power are a bit of a waste.

Without thinking much, Su Lun spent a whole day meditating in the hotel after his successful inauguration.

He needs time to get used to the attributes that have skyrocketed after taking office.

[Rune Puppet] brought a jumping improvement to his physical fitness. And for a long time in the future, this increase will continue in a decreasing form until the cursed properties in the material are completely digested.

During the entire "digestion" process, he would often hear whispers in his ears. That was the inspiration that the alchemist who refined the inheritance materials of the "Puppet Master" wanted to give him. In this process, he may have realized more professional abilities.

At night, the fog that enveloped the entire city gradually thickened.

It's time for a work meeting again.

Su Lun woke up early from his meditation.

The thoughts returned to reality, and the unpleasant noises from the next room rushed over again.

He glanced at the harsh environment of the room, frowned, and muttered, "Looks like I have to find a long-term residence."

Check out, leave the hotel.

Su Lun arrived at the meeting place a quarter of an hour earlier than the scheduled time.

In front of the abandoned building next to Green Street, a bonfire was lit in the iron barrel, and the flickering light of the fire reflected monster-like figures on the wall.

There was something wrong with the mood today, though.

Captain Kai sat on the steps beside him with a cold face, not the slightest smile on his face. The old birds didn't laugh and play today, as if they knew what was going to happen, they stayed quietly one by one.

Su Lun walked to the edge of the road, found a place, learned the ruffian posture of the old birds, and squatted there.

People came one after another, and some people whispered to each other when they saw that the atmosphere was not right.

"What's wrong? I don't think the captain's face is very good."

"Hey, the sniper who attacked us yesterday was investigated. It was an old man from the gang, Miller. That guy has a good relationship with Captain Kai, but it's a pity."

"Ah, you mean, Captain Miller of Hongfan Street is a ghost?"

"Shh, the captain is in a bad mood, don't mention this."

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Su Lun listened and roughly figured out the reason for Kai's black face.

But not too many surprises.

He had long guessed that there were not many shooters who could accurately snipe targets at that distance. If it is someone inside the Cross Society, it is probably easy to find out.

The friend has become a ghost, and Kai's face will naturally not be good.

However, when Su Lun listened to the gunman committing suicide in fear of crime, he also felt that things did not seem so simple.

But I didn't think about it too much, it was something that the top leaders of the gang would have a headache for.

After a while, the staff arrived.

Kai didn't talk nonsense at all, and said directly with a black face: "The people who didn't get to the gang action yesterday, stand up for yourself!"

Although the voice was not loud, everyone could hear the ruthless coolness in his tone.

Everyone looked at each other, and at this moment, the two old gangsters stood out with pale faces.

"Captain, it's not that I don't want to. I drank too much yesterday, I really didn't hear the assembly."

Just as the bearded man was about to explain something, Kai interrupted him and said blankly, "Joe, you are also an old man in the gang, you should know the rules very well. Do it yourself."

"I"

Hearing this, the bearded man named Joe turned ugly.

But he also knew that the gang rules had no sympathy to talk about. As soon as he bit his teeth, he stopped talking. He picked up the axe not far away, and without hesitation, chopped at his left wrist.

"Kwacha" a cracked bone sounded.

The sharp axe chopped off the wrist, the broken palm fell to the ground, and blood spurted out.

Joe was full of cold sweat, looked at Kai, and lowered his head: "Captain, I was wrong."

Kai still didn't speak, and looked at the other person again, "Dorne, how about you?"

"I"

In addition, the skinny cockscomb head came out tremblingly, although his face was pale with fright.

Not everyone can cut off their own hands without blinking. This guy was still so frightened that he stuttered, "Captain, I. I can't do it."

As soon as the voice fell, a cold light flashed, and another severed palm fell to the ground.

A loud scream resounded through the building.

Su Lun and the rest of the gang witnessed a bloody gang execution scene, but it was also a habitual episode in gang life.

The discipline of the Crusaders is very loose, but if you touch the rules of the gang, there is no sympathy to talk about.

Fortunately, breaking an arm in this world is not too troublesome. After all, there is mechanical prosthetic technology, and the most basic mechanical prosthesis is only 10,000 to 20,000 yuan. But the two unlucky bastards didn't participate in yesterday's mission, and they didn't get the bonus, and they had to hang a severed hand for a long time.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Kay took the group on a patrol around the three blocks of Green Street.

After half an hour, finish work.

The old birds drink and drink, and those who should be looking for a woman are looking for a woman, and they all go away.

Su Lun sat next to the Octagon in the Crimson Bunker again and started his night of gambling.

Probably because the gamblers who don't care about winning or losing can never be wrong, Su Lun won two games in a row.

But the stakes are not big, one thousand and one bet.

Originally, he imagined that it would be the same as yesterday, that he would bet on the red and blue sides in all games tonight, and save the trouble of betting every time.

This way of betting is definitely not rich, but according to the probability, it will not lose too much.

Su Lun didn't come here to gamble, so it didn't matter.

But just when he was going to bet like this, a heroic female voice suddenly came from behind, as if asking him again.

"Next time, which side are you optimistic about?"

Looking back, it was a heroic blue-haired woman with four long knives on her waist.

She walked straight to Su Lun, and slumped on the edge of the fence. Looking at her serious appearance, it seems that she can see more clearly because it is close to the octagonal cage, and she looks like a "gambling addict".

"Boss Qianjo?!"

Su Lun looked at this man with a very familiar face, and then saw the murderous tattoo on one of her leaking arms, and immediately recognized it. Isn't this the "Four-armed Rakshasa" Qianju, a cadre of the Cross Society?

Although she wasn't wearing the sexy and exposed red leather armor from yesterday, today's loose skirt that looks like a kimono can hardly hide her majestic figure.

Chijo was slightly surprised to hear Su Lun's name, and looked up at him, "You newcomer?"

Su Lun nodded, "Yeah."

Thinking that maybe she didn't see the outside world because of the "cross mark" on her clothes.

Qianjo didn't seem to care about the name, and said, "You are just like Kai and the others, just call me Sister Qianjo."

Su Lun nodded, "Okay, Senjo Senjo."

He was thinking in his heart, why did this cadre come to the arena?

Chijo's eyes fell back to the octagonal cage, and she seemed to have a feverish obsession with gambling.

It seemed that she really came here to gamble.

She asked again: "I think you seem to be in good luck. Who do you think will win the next round?"

"I can't see it either"

Su Lun also knew that it was the two red lottery tickets in his hand that revealed the fact that he had won two games in a row.

But his bet was purely a cover-up, and he only came to [harvest] the fragments of the corpse's memory, so there was no one to be optimistic about.

Qianjo felt that his awkward answer was very unsatisfactory, so he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then which one are you going to buy?"

"The red and blue square."

Su Lun felt that if he bought red again, it would give people a very perfunctory feeling, so he changed his name to blue.

But he didn't want to, as soon as Qiantiao heard it, he immediately waved to the girl who made the bet, and said loudly: "Come on, bet 10,000, the blue square."

Thanks to my old friend '20171123120029246' for the friendship alliance, this book must be well written——|

(End of this chapter)