Wilson, the city lord of Dongdagang, had a headache. A group of low-level nobles who had their ears cut off came to him to complain, asking him to pay attention to this terrorist attack and severely punish the arrogant lawless gangsters.
But this matter is not something he can solve at all. Although Wilson did not have his ears cut off like these unlucky guys, the defense system of his mansion did not work. When he woke up in the morning, he saw a basket of ears piled next to the bed.
, and the letter stained red with blood.
The city lord was so frightened that he almost burped. His bedroom was unknowingly touched by someone, but his Soul Saint-level enshrinement didn't even notice it at all.
The infiltrator is definitely a master, and he can only solve this kind of master by reporting to the Holy Dragon Empire Central Committee, but if he reports, his political achievements will be in vain.
The Holy Dragon Empire intends to establish a system of counties directly under the central government, so although Wilson is the city lord, he is not hereditary, and he may be removed if he does not do well.
And because the central government has limited control over local areas, the so-called county system is nothing more than a feudal kingdom covered in a skin. Local city lords are still controlled by local feudal nobles, so Wilson has to pay attention to the opinions of these unlucky nobles.
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"Sir, you have to make the decision for us!" shouted a fat man whose clothes were almost stretched out.
"The thief attacked more than 40 nobles in one night. This is more than arrogant! It's simply arrogant!" Another person also echoed, and the scene was like a vegetable market, with the noisy Wilson holding two big ones on his head.
Finally unable to bear the noise of these people, Wilson said angrily: "Shut up! Don't you want to say something one by one? Viscount Magnum! You tell me!"
The fat, ball-like middle-aged man shrank his neck when his name was called.
"Come on, tell me, what exactly attacked you, what is the opponent's strength, and what is his appearance and figure?" Wilson's oppressive gaze made the nobles in the mansion recall the fear of being overwhelmed by the Holy Dragon Empire's army.
Without putting away his aristocratic temper, he explained:
"The person who attacked me was a little man, wrapped in colorful clothes, with a strange mask on his face. He didn't say a word from the beginning to the end." Viscount Magnum did not recognize camouflage uniforms and gas masks.
So the answer given is very vague.
"What about his strength? Your Majesty the Viscount has the strength of the Soul Sect, but does he know what level his opponent is?" Wilson asked in a slightly gentle tone.
"Ah... this... I fought back last night, without wearing any armor, and fought fiercely with heavily armed gangsters. My luxurious mansion was left in ruins. I fought for my life with the gangsters, and my blade was red..."
The more Wilson listened, the more he frowned: "Don't talk nonsense, just talk about how many rings he has and what kind of soul ring configuration he has!"
Viscount Magnum: "..."
"No...I don't know..."
Wilson: "..."
Your opponent hasn't even released any soul rings, so why are you here licking your face and talking about a fierce fight with me? This city lord has learned a lesson when it comes to not showing off.
"Have you and others seen the gangster release his martial soul? What kind of soul ring configuration is it?"
Many of the nobles were soul masters, but at this time, they all lowered their heads and remained silent.
Among them, none of them saw Mao Ye and Lan Nuo releasing their martial spirits. They were either blasted against the wall by grenades or slapped on the wall. There was basically no room for counterattack.
Wilson's heart felt cold. The nobleman with the highest cultivation level present had the cultivation level of a Soul King. If he didn't release his martial soul, beating the Soul King would be like beating his son. This is at least the Soul Saint level. If the trouble is not solved for a day, he will sleep in the next day.
Not sleeping well.
Wilson and the nobles stared at each other, and finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Why are you looking at me? Talking! I'm mute? Did the gangsters attack you for no reason? Damn it! They are looking for me to do something, and there is a clue.
They’re all hidden, right?”
Wilson slapped the blood-stained letter on the table: "Don't tell me I didn't receive the letter! There are forty-seven households in total, and the gangsters have all left letters at your place. What are you hiding from me here?"
Opening the letter, the names of forty-seven nobles were clearly written on it. At the back, there was a note about the manpower and resources each noble family contributed to carve up the Xinhuo camp. How much money was contributed by each family and how many people were involved? It was clearly written on the paper, which made people feel sad.
trembling.
Relying on the high-power invisibility effect, Lan Nuo's clone was pervasive everywhere in the city, and any dirty tricks were recorded by him, and all of this was terrifying to the nobles present.
They will not think that there is a group of intelligence agents in the city who pretend to be ordinary people who can hide and probe their secrets at any time. They will only think that there is a mole among the people around them, and this kind of thing, fine
Thinking is extremely scary.
"You have all seen what that lunatic (Xinhuo camp) is capable of! If you still want to continue to stimulate that lunatic, I will not accompany you!" Wilson slammed the door and left. He is the city lord and is not in the same system as the nobles.
Help the guy get himself into trouble, and he doesn't want to get involved.
The gangster only marked the abnormal flow of funds and personnel under the names of various nobles, but did not mention the word "Xinhuo Camp". He did not mention that so he could be fooled. Lan Nuo didn't cut off his ear, it was just telling him not to interfere.
Obviously, Wilson understood this meaning and threw the question to this group of nobles.
This was a big deal. Magnum angrily yelled: "Arrogant! Lawless! Even the city lord dares to threaten you! This kind of behavior must not be tolerated!"
"Yes! We must punish you severely!"
There were echoes one after another, all of them were fighting for the injustice of the city lord. They were like die-hard supporters of the city lord. They wanted to kill Wilson for my sake, but their purpose was nothing more than to force Wilson, who was preparing a boat, to be tied to the boat.
For a while, there was only shouting, but no one mentioned how to severely punish the Xinhuo camp. Wilson didn't say anything, and everything in the Xinhuo camp was legal. If it was legal, they ran to seize people's property, so let's stop talking about it.
, giving the city lord a reason to deal with them.
The empire will not stand on their side. I wish that the city lord could keep the nobles in the city in order. However, due to the entanglement of power and interests, they had to deal with it appropriately to save face.
A group of nobles had just dispersed because they could not bring the city lord together. At the Xinhuo Camp, they began to promote the product with great fanfare. They were going to hold something called a product launch conference and invite the nobles and businessmen from the entire Dongdagang to participate.
The nobles who had just been intimidated did not know what kind of medicine was sold in Lannuo's gourd, but he would not really dare to gather the nobles and wealthy businessmen in the city and catch them all, so he was still ready to go and see the situation before making plans.
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Those who went to the press conference were not so attracted by the steampunk-style products on the posters, but because of the mentality that no one wanted to leave first. The one who left first would be left behind.
If people below discuss gossip and don't attend such large-scale events, they might be tricked by other people's conspiracy.
Especially the people in the Xinhuo Camp, who had just hired gangsters to threaten them and showed their strength, they need to pay more attention to them.
Lan Nuo, on the other hand, is also forced to do so. Physical threats are always the last resort. Soldiers are important matters of the country. Under normal circumstances, do not use weapons unless it is absolutely necessary. Once you make up your mind, you must do it.
Go ahead and solve the problem once and for all.
But this world is accustomed to surrendering to the force of the strong, and the strong never regulate their own abilities, and they all abuse their power. As a result, Lan Nuo had to use dirty tricks to threaten them before he could make these people obey.
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As the saying goes, reading is to reason with idiots calmly, and exercising is to make idiots listen to you calmly.
Now, these idiots came to the auditorium of Xinhuo Camp and listened calmly to Lan Nuo's reasoning.
The construction of the auditorium is not extravagant and wasteful. The major affairs of the country are between sacrifice and military affairs. The latter is military, while the former is sacrifice. Now, it is the construction of spiritual civilization and ideological struggle.
The function of the auditorium is to organize workers to come here every week to take big classes. Professional classes are optional. If someone doesn’t want to study and just wants to make money, they don’t have to take them. However, everyone must attend the weekly ideological and political class.
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Only this time, the auditorium was used as a venue for product launches. Decepticon No. 1 carried his slide projector peripherals and complained about the fish-lipped humans as he came to the back row and transformed into
A projector.
The nobles and wealthy businessmen came to the auditorium and found their own places to sit down. They were relatively familiar with this staircase-like cinema-like design, as general auction houses also had this style of painting.
The only difference here is that behind Lan Nuo, there is a huge white curtain. After everyone has almost arrived, the red torch flag of the Fire Camp appears on the curtain.
Lan Nuo did not expect the nobles to have good punctuality habits, so he started the press conference without waiting for others to arrive. All the lights in the venue were turned off, which made the picture on the screen clearer.
"The purpose of inviting you here today is to witness the birth of an invention that can change the world of soul masters! There may have been some misunderstandings between us before, but here, I must clarify that Xinhuo Group is a serious company.
The commercial company is focused on promoting the development of soul guidance industrial technology and has no intention of conflict with you. I hope you will not be biased against our products because of some misunderstandings. This will be a huge loss to both of us."
After saying that, Lan Nuo snapped his fingers, and the red flag on the screen suddenly turned into a soul cannon with straight lines and a very tough-guy style paint.
Titan's BGM was played in the background at the same time. The exciting music was accompanied by the same passionate demonstration video, just like a mobile phone launch conference, but the products were different and the demonstration process was more violent.
After a simple close-up three-dimensional display of the appearance, there is an actual measurement of the weapon played in slow motion.
The fiery red ray was shot from the metal muzzle, burning and distorting the air. The slow motion showed the stretching of the macro light and the distortion of the air with great tension. Then the camera suddenly sped up. The macro light hit the steel plate, and the three-millimeter-thick steel plate flew very fast.
It became fiery red, and as it continued to shine, sparks shot out. The red-hot steel plate was dented by the impact of the soul power jet, and finally a hole was opened, and molten steel shot out.
Then the camera circled around the red beam, completing the scene change. The macro light fell on the grassland, and the short process of the vegetation being ignited was slowed down and elongated, allowing everyone to see the details of the organic matter being destroyed in the high temperature.
, the next shot continued to speed up, showing Mr. Cat wearing a black gentleman's hat and a modified tuxedo suitable for sports, holding a soul cannon with one hand.
The Hongguang swept around him gracefully, and the raging fire also spread outward around him. Switching to the aerial perspective, the flames were like the blooming red lotus of karma, burning wantonly on the withered yellow grassland in autumn, turning into clouds rising into the sky.
Fire Tornado, in order to shoot this special effect, Cat Master, whose face was blackened, chased Lan Nuo all night, but afterwards, even Cat Master couldn't help but sigh after watching it, he was so handsome.
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Mao Ye's aristocratic attire is in sharp contrast with his temperament of wielding sharp weapons on the battlefield. Such a character can only appear in idol dramas, but it is really in line with the aesthetics of the upper class of this era. To be strong,
But more elegant!
When the video ended, the nobles who had grown mouths put away their own handfuls, wiped away their saliva, and put on expressions that showed they had seen the world, but it was just a projection, in an attempt to lower the price with Lan Nuo.
But there is no doubt that everyone is moved. Whether they are strong or not is a matter of version. Whether they are handsome or not is a matter of life! However, these people do not look at their own image. They are not big-headed or big-eared.
If you can't wear a tuxedo to look like a cat, I'm afraid that not only will you not look like a light swift, but you will look like a fat pufferfish.
It's just that the people who didn't know the numbers clearly accounted for the majority, and they were all eagerly waiting for Lan Nuo to start the auction.
Yes, auction. They all thought that Lan Nuo was preparing to auction. The weapons just now were no less than the thousand-year soul skills of the Soul Sect. Such things were treasures wherever they were placed. Of course they had to be auctioned! No one ever thought
Yes, this thing is mass-produced.
For Lan Nuo, this thing can basically be mass-produced without him. In the Xinhuo camp, the first batch of workers learning plane geometry have completed the first phase of the course, although they are still stuck on quadratic functions and
At the stage where I can't even draw a parabola, as long as my hands are steady enough and I follow the parameters in the manual and carve the soul guide chip step by step, I can already do it. Although the defective rate is a bit high, it's just a matter of unskilled craftsmanship.
As the number of practices increases, the yield rate will gradually increase.
Precisely because this thing can be mass-produced, after the video is played, the bidding amount does not appear on the screen, but a confusing 4999.
"Such a cool and powerful soul guide, do you want it? As long as 4999! 4999! Everyone can have a weapon like this!" Since there are no partners at all, Lan Nuo omitted it.
Instead of ridiculing the friend, he directly gave a quotation.