"Are you the leader of this bar?"
Early the next morning, three uninvited guests knocked on the door of [Joe Star]'s bar.
Xueming had just made honey milk and wanted to deliver hangover drinks to his friends. When he walked out from the bar cabinet, he bumped into a cold and serious young man——
——This young man is accompanied by two young men with playful smiles. They are wearing the carrying equipment and MOLLE of Guangling soldiers. They are fully armed. The main weapon is AR15 and the secondary weapon is Sig Sauer 1911, which is standard American soldier equipment.
Teacher Victor told Xueming about this. When the master mason was busy building and decorating the building, there were three guys ready to come to collect protection money.
Bai Lu and Tang Ning didn't mention this matter, and Xueming didn't take it to heart. This is the Nine Realms, the starting point of the entire Abyss Railway, and it should be the most disciplined area.
Xueming doesn’t understand——
——He came back from Niflheim. Any well-informed underground newspaper should have been squatting outside the bar, waiting for the relevant attack team members to appear, so as to collect some news.
He originally thought that there might be some fans who were interested in [Joe Star] outside the door. For example, as he had originally envisioned, this place would become another general director counter at Jiujie Station, which would give people who returned to the station a second time. A big stage where people can drink and chat, and compete with each other with guns and swords.
But at this moment, there are no reporters, no passengers, and no manager to be the peacemaker.
The three soldiers from Guangling were standing outside the door, completely ignoring the boss of [Anonymous Doe]. Be prepared to ask for a [protection fee] - it may have a nice name, such as [example money] or [insurance money].
These things made Xueming think about it. After holding a birthday party for Bu Liuxing, he had to devote himself to endless work.
There are many things waiting for Xueming to deal with. In order to repay Teacher A Ling for protecting her during the battle of Niflheim, he previously promised this eccentric VIP to help her repair props. Now these scraps of metal Pile in the warehouse, like an ugly rusty monster, playing with Xueming's anxious nerves all the time.
In addition, the club's renovation costs have already drained Xiao Qi's pocket. Today Xueming is preparing to go to the BOSS to report on his work, and by the way, he has calculated all the accounts from the last three times.
Why do you say three times?
The Battle of Red Star Mountain in Niflheim counts as one.
Sixty-three’s arrest mission counts as one.
The ritual labor of harvest season counts as one.
Xueming is not a charity ambassador. These knife-edge jobs can probably be exchanged for a lot of money, and what the club needs most right now is money.
It's just that after Aohun Mingde returned to his post, there were too many things that had accumulated before. The most precious resource in the underground world is [people] themselves - the King Hunter can act as part of it, but regarding people's birth, old age, illness and death, especially The BOSS has the final say on VIP-related personnel matters.
These things piled up and were as messy as Chief Jessica's room. Xueming had to sort it out bit by bit.
At this moment - three cuties suddenly came to ask for protection money, which puzzled Xue Ming.
He was speculating in his heart——
——Whose instruction is this?
It's just that the BOSS simply felt that the land in front of the observatory was too expensive, so he just handed it over to [Anonymous Doe]. Was he a little unwilling? Does the little black cat want to collect some money from other angles?
The leading young man looked very young, with a mature and steady expression between his brows. He looked like a leader in a fighting group, not a gangster at all. As soon as he came up, he asked, "Who is the leader of the Anonymous?" ], is it a tool from another school of thought sent by the Senate to test [Anonymous]’s reality?
Or am I thinking too much?
Jiang Xueming had an expressionless face, holding a large dinner plate and carefully observing the expressions and appearance of the three young men.
Are they just coming to my store on a whim to have some fun?
No, no, no, it won't be that simple, they came with guns.
When entering and exiting the Nine Realms and Hung Hom, you have to disarm yourself when passing through checkpoints. This is definitely not something that can be done with money.
It took Jiang Xueming probably about ten seconds to think this through.
He is not as simple as Meteor. He has long understood the operating rules of human society——
——Whether it is above ground or underground, a new store is about to open, and there will always be unfamiliar hostility released to other merchants. After all, there is only so much money in the pockets of customers, and there are only so many passengers at the station. It is a resource that needs to be fought for.
The young man who took the lead asked: "Are you the boss of Anonymous Doe?"
Jiang Xueming replied unhurriedly: "No."
The little brother then asked in English: "So who is it? I have been working on this matter for more than three months - just for your club, stationed in the Council of Five Kings, I have to calculate the [insurance money] clearly."
Jiang Xueming switched to English: "She is not here for the time being."
The younger brother immediately became alert: "Is the boss a woman?"
Jiang Xueming remembered Teacher Victor's instructions to remain anonymous to the outside world.
"right."
The boy finally started to get impatient, "I don't care who she is, you look like the manager of this bar. I want to ask you a few questions."
Xueming didn't answer immediately and opened the door completely——
——He handed the honey and milk out to the hands of the two young men next to him, and at the same time, he took the people into the house. Finally, the leader was given a drink.
He kept an extra 10,000 thoughts and was finally convinced of the leader's position in the team.
The two waiters didn't immediately move their mouths when they took the drinks with smiles. Instead, they glared at Xueming deliberately, and then commented on the gray brick walls in the store and the engineering elevator on the second floor.
When the leader got the milk, the boy on the left started to take the first sip. His nostrils were flaring to smell the smell in the cup, and his tongue was teasing the fleshy walls of his mouth, trying to taste all the honey and milk. He finally seemed relieved. , I raised my eyebrows with the leader one more time, and then the leader started to drink.
When the leading soldier finished drinking the milk, the little follower on the right who was still sitting cross-legged in front of the bar finally slowly and leisurely raised his cup, drank the drink in one gulp, and put it in front of Xueming, signaling for another cup.
Jiang Xueming took his time and refilled the glasses for the three of them one by one, and finally said hello for the first time.
"Hello, I'm [JoeStar]'s gunsmith."
Before he could finish speaking, Protector Zuo immediately yelled: "I'm looking at the Internet! Is it written by that, that, that [Gunsmith]? It's written by that guy who plays games every day and marries a female fan."
Jiang Xueming explained: "No, no, no, it's not. There are many weapons companies in the world. Most of the firearms they manufacture are assembly line products of stamping, casting, cutting and milling in hardware processing factories. They also have professional weapons designers. Gunsmiths are different. Many studios are specially established for rapid-fire competitive competitions to customize these things for event players or firearms enthusiasts, such as lightweighting firearms, collecting your shooting data, and designing firearms for your shooting habits - this is called tailor-made. Do, if you look at the knight, it’s like a weapons craftsman tailoring armor for the knight.”
The right protector said in surprise: "Hasbon, is he [Anonymous]'s blacksmith? Is he Anonymous's weapons designer?"
Jiang Xueming smiled and shook his head: "It's not as powerful as you said. I just know a little bit. I can't be called a designer. It's most appropriate to call me [gunsmith]."
Immediately afterwards, Xueming stretched out her hand and greeted the leader cordially.
"He called you Husband? Now you know my nickname, and I will also tell you my real name. My name is Jiang Xueming, and I am [Anonymous]'s gunsmith. Didn't you ask for advice?"
The leader immediately said: "Hasburn Madison - I am the squad leader of the third group of the Ranger Regiment of the Guangling Quiet Rapid Response Force in District 11."
Jiang Xueming is still waiting, waiting for the other party to shake hands.
"Mr. Hasband, what are you waiting for? Are you waiting for me to take the initiative to introduce our subject? At least you can shake my hand first and then talk about her and the insurance money? You are from the rapid reaction force. Saving people from fire and water is not like some inhumane guy."
Hasben still didn't raise his hand, but looked at Jiang Xueming's gloves with disgust.
"I don't shake hands with people wearing gloves - in our jurisdiction, the handshake requires honesty, exchange of pheromones, and understanding whether the person in front of us is worthy of our trust and worthy of friendship."
Xiao Zuo immediately shouted: "Gunsmith! If you refuse to take off your gloves, you are not giving face to our captain!"
Xiaoyou finished the milk in one breath, then immediately threw the cup and got angry, releasing all the fierce energy in his body: "Take off your gloves! Don't you understand? Is it difficult to understand? Hasben has agreed to your request for a handshake. You have to take off your gloves and take them off like a stripper taking off her stockings to ask for tips!"
Jiang Xueming: "Are you sure?"
Hasband: "Is there anything wrong? Isn't it a shameful act for you to take off your gloves? Are they the same as your underwear? Are they hiding something dirty?"
Then I saw the soldier leader taking off his helmet, flipping up his long fiery red hair, exposing his full forehead and strong cheeks. He was considered an upright man. He no longer concealed his face and expression, and stretched out his hand to Jiang Xueming. Wait for Xueming to take off his gloves.
Jiang Xueming: "I promised you in advance that I have soul power and can activate my abilities through my palms."
Hasband: "Are you Morpho?"
Jiang Xueming: "Yes."
Hasband: "I have never seen such a young Morpho butterfly. You look like you are only in your early twenties."
Xiao Zuo: "You're lying, right? Ha."
Xiaoyou: "We have one or two life-and-death experiences every month, and we finally transform into the cocoon stage. Hey! Nameless gunsmith, are you bragging about not drafting?"
Jiang Xueming took out the crew card and handed it to Hasben before he could update the information.
"I don't mean to brag. I am Morpho, and I haven't started the VIP trial mission yet."
Hasband took the card and looked at it with suspicious eyes. Combined with the information in the crew log, he became more and more shocked - the guy in front of him, who was not amazing in appearance (Hasburn thought he was not amazing in appearance), actually killed so many people. Killed so many monsters.
The crew log cannot be falsified, and even if it is a self-proclaimed record, the authenticity of the mission results will be verified one by one with the cooperation of station employees and Victor.
Although the information on the card only records the cocooning stage, if you really judge by what is described in the log, the gunsmith has just returned from Niflheim and seems to have participated in the harvest season viewing ceremony, which is only for VIPs. and some dignitaries are eligible to enter the main venue on the terrace.
According to Victor's instructions, Xueming has erased all information about the [Anonymous] boss from the diary. In fact, there is very little content about this part. He has never cared about the false name. He has no regard for Mingde's legacy. The owner of the bone and the plans for the club have been blackened and kept confidential.
VIP information cards and many passengers' logs were similarly blacked out and kept confidential. In the eyes of the soldiers who stopped in Guangling, these secret messages were nothing strange.
Even though he knew that Jiang Xueming had soul power, Hasben still acted like a loser.
He pursed his lips and handed the soldier's ID card to Xueming's hand, as if he were holding a knightly contest, and asked two of his followers to present the ID card to Xueming.
"Thank you." Jiang Xueming checked the information one by one and finally felt relieved.
These three boys come from the same place, like young boys from a small town.
Hasben got promoted recently and went to report at the Sunflower Headquarters in District 11. He came to the big city with two fellow villagers to work hard. Coming to [JoeStar] to collect protection money was probably just an excuse. It was the boss above him, or An intermediary wanted to know the information about this club and what exactly Ao Mingde was going to do to make these young people block the door.
It’s just that Haspen doesn’t seem to understand this yet——
——He only knows that if he cannot complete this task and cannot receive the insurance money from [JoeStar], he may find it difficult to gain a foothold in the Rangers. It was an honor for him to work for the Sunflower Senate, and he had to seize this opportunity to rise to fame. If the matter is not made bigger, the anonymous person will not come forward at all. It is best to get one or two photos to identify this mysterious guy.
So Haspen then asked, "Are you still unwilling to take off your gloves?"
"You are only eighteen years old and have a bright future. There is no need to compete with me on such etiquette." Jiang Xueming advised kindly.
Hasben smiled sarcastically: "It's not that I look down on you, how many brothers are you?"
Xiao Zuo: “I just want to see it!”
Xiaoyou: "Yes, yes! See you! We haven't shaken hands with Morpho Butterfly yet! This is a rare opportunity! Big shot!"
The moment Jiang Xueming took off his gloves, the three little guys couldn't help but press the quick-draw holsters around their waists——
——Because they could clearly feel that the man in front of them had entered a combat state.
He seemed a little angry, and the smell of sweat accumulated on his hands was very dangerous.
Hasband broke out in a cold sweat. This was the evil star Hades that he had never seen before in his career of performing security tasks.
He is very young, only eighteen years old. Although he has not encountered any extremely terrifying enemies, the disaster beasts that the rapid reaction force has to deal with are also sudden and extremely disastrous things.
But this guy gives people a very bad feeling, and it is not the same as the pheromones expressed by those disaster beasts.
The disaster beast has abundant vitality. If it eats a human, it will be filled with stinky spiritual pressure.
The moment the gunsmith took off his gloves, the sweet smell of rust came over him. In the sweat vapor that spread freely from his arms, there was an indescribable fragrance hidden in it. It was easy for people to get intoxicated without knowing it. Unconsciously, the body will relax, exposing its weaknesses, and eventually fall into the door of death.
Xiao Zuo was sweating profusely and said to Hasben: "Boss, how about we?"
Xiaoyou immediately interrupted: "Be careful, Hasbon."
Haspen mustered up the courage, pouted, widened his eyes, frowned and glared. He just had to shout on the spot to increase the power of the spirit body. He saw the gunsmith clean his hands with the non-woven fabric on the door handle. , still like an iron sculpture, waiting for the guests' handshakes.
Right now, right now -
——Hasburn is about to take a brave step forward.
A dark figure suddenly pushed him away.
Immediately afterwards, Mr. Wen Bucai carried his birthday gift and a large bag of snacks from Mimir Hot Spring, and rudely knocked this reckless boy away.
"Get it! Gunsmith!"
Xueming: "Thank you, are you bringing it to Meteor?"
Mr. Wen Bucai said with a smile: "Ah, yes!"
Hasben was knocked out two or three steps by this uninvited VIP, and his energy was knocked away. He could no longer concentrate, so he immediately complained.
"This gentleman! I came first! I..."
Wen Bucai showed his sense of humor to the young people on the spot.
He stood side by side with Xueming and spoke to Hasbon first.
"I'm protecting you."
Hasband: "Protect me?"
Wen Bucai then greeted Xueming: "Do me a favor. In return, I want to see my wife and children."
Without waiting for Xueming to do anything, Wen Bucai immediately held Xueming's hand, and then fell to the ground as if he was drunk.
It was so fast that Amin didn't even have time to help him.
The scene was quite embarrassing, and the two young followers of the Ranger Regiment drew out their guns nervously.
Husband stared at the big man lying on the ground in surprise, until Wen Bucai let out a loud snoring sound.
Jiang Xueming roared towards the direction of the Star Observation Deck leading to the Council of Five Kings. The medical staff had dealt with Robert Downing last time. This time they saw that Wen Bucai was very familiar with the art. One person held his shoulders and the other lifted his legs. Sending them off like this - they are all Black Stone people anyway, pretty much the same.
Hasband: "His, my, his, your hand."
Jiang Xueming put his gloves back on and put them on specially for a new pair.
"Hello, Hasband Madison, come and shake hands, don't worry about the VIP who fainted just now - I know you are very interested in the leader of the Anonymous, come and talk about her, I will try my best to cooperate with you , including insurance money, I will pay it to you if necessary."
Finally, Hasband put away all his arrogance and embraced it.
"Okay. Okay."