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Chapter 16 The limelight is on the rise

On the way back, Xueming could sense some different and special signals from the boss's anxious words.

It seemed that something had happened, something very important, and he had to be entrusted with it.

When he met Xiaoqi again and took the Volga to enter the ring highway, there were an incredible number of armed escort vehicles coming and going.

A total of twelve armored vehicles and armed helicopters followed Volga in 9527, as if on an escort mission, and accompanied Xueming back to Jiujie Station.

These are almost all the vehicles in the Longhua Road checkpoint defense force.

Jiang Xueming was very confused. Did Xiao Qi take on a very important mission? Are there any important mission props stored in the trunk?

"Qingqing, what's going on?"

9527 had not yet reacted, and was intently observing the markings and fluorescent light strips on the highway.

"What's going on?"

Jiang Xueming: "Why are there so many armed men? What are they here to do?"

"I'm here to pick you up." 9527 didn't take it seriously.

Jiang Xueming was even more confused: "Why did you come to pick me up? Am I in trouble? Someone wants to assassinate me?"

"No! No, no, no!" 9527 felt anxious about her lover's dullness. She couldn't hide any secrets in her heart, so she explained immediately with her straightforward words: "You are [Anonymous]'s white glove, and you are a famous person."

Jiang Xueming: "What then?"

9527: "From insect egg to Morpho butterfly in one year! Do you know what this means?"

Jiang Xueming: "This means within one year."

9527: "No nonsense literature!"

Jiang Xueming: "I don't understand"

9527 immediately said: "Pokémon like you will be entered into the secret library and recorded in history. Before the news spread, the Sun News and the Clover Workers and Peasants Association had sorted out the materials, almost half of which

Everyone in the underground world knows the story of a team that followed Master A Ling and went to Niflheim to fight the giants, the Stairway to Heaven, and finally triumphed."

Jiang Xueming didn't speak. After thinking about it carefully, it seemed that this was indeed the case.

9527 continued: "On the influence ranking list made by those evil media, the name Gunsmith climbed to the top 100 and became the topic of the August 2025 issue. I asked you for insurance money before.

Do you remember the Ranger? Before he left, he took a photo of the bar door, here! Take a look!"

A magazine was thrown into Xueming's arms——

——He picked up the page and took a look. It was the portal of [Joe Star], and the portrait of the gunsmith standing motionless in front of the counter.

Under the processing of art filters, half of Jiang Xueming's body in the lens is hidden in pitch-black shadows. His angular facial features and broad shoulders, coupled with the noisy texture of old photos from the past, make him look like a mafia.

receptionist.

On one side of the counter were honey milks neatly arranged for the brothers and sisters, and on the other side were Hasband's Ranger gear, three Sig Sauer 1911s.

The title of the magazine reads [Anonymous White Gloves].

The small tags TAG or phrases below are colorful and are mostly various elements used to attract attention.

[You have to abide by the rules and you can gain my friendship]

[Using your fingers to put out cigarettes is a sign of respect for your relatives and friends]

[Keep the old one and give you the new one]

[If you want to date the boss, you must lick her shoes clean first]

Jiang Xueming could not understand at all——

——It seems that after Haspen returned to District 11, he was immediately taken away by reporters and tortured and interrogated. In the end, the magazine editor forced himself to do the trick.

"That's it! The BOSS is worried about your safety and sent someone to pick you up." 9527 said with dignity: "Now you are a big shot! The employer!"

Jiang Xueming didn't know what to say: "I"

He has never had this kind of self-awareness. When people in daily life are pushed into the spotlight, they will only feel uncomfortable.

9527: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Xueming: "I'm not used to it."

9527: "Don't worry, no one will come to block you. The BOSS has already considered these troublesome things and will help you deal with them."

Jiang Xueming breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

At that time, Xueming didn't know what "handle it well" meant.

Until Volga drove into Longhua Road and the two of them got out of the car, the ancient store that was originally quiet and deserted now became bustling.

Many curious people rushed out from the alleys next to the food stalls and convenience stores. Most of them were young people who came from various trade transfer stations after hearing the news. Indeed, as Xiaoqi said, there were no media or reporters.

These young people couldn't shout any slogans. They only heard about the heroic deeds of Niflheim and London. Going back to the Skull and Bones Society's annihilation operation, they finally discovered that there was such a ruthless character in the station.

Look at him, how young he is.

He started riding a car when he was twenty-two years old, came from the surface, and transformed from a Muggle into the Morpho butterfly he is today.

The gunsmith is the eldest sister's personal guard, providing weapons and equipment for the war-mad female who kills an average of three blood-giving monsters every day.

He is the person closest to the power center of the Senate, the royal guard next to Ao Mingde, and the top special agent.

It is said that heroes have emerged from youth since ancient times, but it has been a long, long time since anyone in the underground world became famous as a teenager.

This [Anonymous] suddenly emerged from the ground, like a shot in the arm, sweeping away all the haze and fear, and all the power that weighed on young people.

Once upon a time, places like Mimir Hot Spring Market were a paradise for hot-blooded men. People went hunting in the wilderness, used the prey to make weapons and clothing, and made sumptuous food. They opened up new hunting grounds in the era of slash-and-burn farming.

, the establishment of satellite towns and railways made everything look prosperous.

Later, the station was repaired further and further away, until it could not be repaired, and Niflheim's cold sea of ​​death cut off all life. Looking to the west, the progress of the exploration of the unknown land was so slow, the Vita Brand and the powerful

The beasts of disaster, as well as the minions and henchmen of Mad Butterfly, have become savage beasts blocking the road.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Railways are the blood vessels of the underground world. When the blood flow slows down, blood clots will occur, blood lipids and blood pressure will increase, and incurable rot will occur.

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From the old mother Diurei who is a World War II veteran in her 70s to 80s, to the new generation sales girl who is 18 or 19 years old, when they are squandering their lives in the death race of the flame-exploding roller coaster, they are also

On the other hand, it shows that people's mental state has been invaded by chaos and nothingness. The value of life is no longer as shining as it was in the pioneering era. Only madness can fill the emptiness in the heart.

at this time--

——[Anonymous] fought a victorious battle.

The giants from Muspelheim fell forever outside the death zone of the Albert Research Station.

This is also the "top priority" that Aohui Mingde emphasized repeatedly when he and Wen Bucai talked about Jason Megan's trial mission.

BOSS has always believed that as long as the wheels of the railway keep moving forward, people in various trading stations and settlements will be able to live bravely and devote their essence to realizing self-worth and the happy labor process.

A team that is so young and full of vitality has accomplished this task. The oldest Jason Megan is only in his thirties, and Su Ling is the golden generation of Morpho. The youngest ones are Bu Liuxing and Ka

Qiu Sha, one is eighteen years old and the other is nineteen years old.

These success stories are a fairy tale in the eyes of young people.

Nowadays, the work in various settlements has shifted from the primary and secondary industries to the tertiary industry, to the service industry and entertainment industry. Take the most typical Mimir Hot Spring Market as an example. Beyond the end of friendship, it has been abandoned for more than ten years.

of mining.

The pure-blood families, the forces that hoard wealth through blood inheritance, determine the ownership of future wealth through collusive transactions between the Senate or the rulers of the site cities.

The trade exchanges between sites have become a stagnant water, where corrupt bacteria breed, and there is no hope of fighting for it.

[Anonymous] is like a wild child that suddenly appears in a large, hierarchical family. It is the long-lost illegitimate son of Ao Mingde. These children fight back a strong mammoth outside and throw all their flesh and blood back into their youth.

In front of people, the construction work of new maritime routes, new maritime railways, and underground ports represents endless opportunities and endless wealth.

After 9527 and Xueming explained these things——

——Jiang Xueming had a preliminary understanding and judgment of the enthusiastic reactions of the young people in front of him.

Walking back from the plastic steel suspension bridge, no one followed. Many young men and little girls just looked at the mysterious gunsmith from a distance. They could not shout any slogans. Most of the heroes who did not even want to reveal their names were

I don’t like others to worship me fanatically.

The eldest sister did not show up from beginning to end, and the people who were squatting outside [Joe Star] had already left in two groups. Only the last dozen or so reporters were left, who had been trying to get in touch with the core figures of the anonymous people.

When Bu Meteor was talking to five or six long guns and cannonballs, and talking to the camera.

Xueming just happened to return to the bar. At this time, he finally knew what the BOSS meant by "deal with it."

A reporter asked——

"——Mr. Meteor, what is your relationship with [Big Sister·Big Sister]? You seemed to have said it before."

Ah Xing patted his chest and laughed loudly: "We are good brothers!"

Someone immediately asked: "You said before that my eldest sister sleeps in the same bed with you. Is that true?"

Axing: "Of course it's true!"

Another reporter squeezed into the crowd, fearing that he would not get a chance to ask questions.

"Mr. Meteor! Does the eldest sister have many good boyfriends?"

Ah Xing immediately said: "It's not just boys! There are also many little sisters who like it!"

Jiang Xueming hesitated to speak. He raised his hand, put it down, and then raised his hand again. He originally wanted to touch the gun - he pressed the quick-draw bag on his side, but missed it. He finally put on his gloves and decided to give up.

The reporters were still chattering away, answering questions at a rapid pace.

"How many times have I slept with you, eldest sister?"

"just one time!"

"Her measurements."

"I don't know! Who cares about this? It's all boring!"

"Don't your waiters curse? As far as I know, the waiters selected by Aohun Mingde for passengers usually become lovers."

"That's not true! My waiter scolds me every day! He even likes to beat me!"

"Mr. Meteor, you said before that you almost died in the battle in Niflheim, and the eldest sister was older than her."

"Crying! Crying very hard!"

"And that cake for the Sunflower Senate?"

"She made it with her own hands!"

Jiang Xueming held it in for a long time and finally applauded: "Awesome!"

These nonsense-sounding gossips avoid almost all key information.

9527 took out the make-up kit on the spot and hurriedly took care of her appearance, fearing that someone would photograph the blackheads on her nose.

When the gunsmith appeared, Ah Xing immediately stopped firing and ran back to the Council of Five Kings like a child who had done something wrong.

Xueming is not only a top model, but her cold and distant temperament is also very model-like, making it almost difficult for people to get close to her——

——The reporter team followed Ah Xing and ran out for two or three steps. When they came back to their senses, they found that the gunsmith had already rushed to the rough room of the workshop, put down all the luggage, and was preparing to meet with Aohen Mingde.

At this time, this team looking for tidbits was working hard, then declining, and then exhausted. There were not many problems to embarrass the gunsmith.

The beauty of Baba is still there in 9527.

Seeing Xueming holding her hand in the direction of the cabinet like a humanoid cryogen, and the reporters didn't dare to follow, she began to worry.

"No! I haven't been interviewed yet! I just put on eyeliner! I've been practicing it for a long time!"

Without saying a word, Jiang Xueming pushed the waiter back to the reporter.

"Hey! Hey hey hey." Xiao Qi immediately put on a cheerful look, like a young girl chasing dreams of the entertainment industry, and began to behave in a pretentious manner, "If you have any questions, just ask, I have prepared the interview script a long time ago.

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When the gunsmith walked into the lobby of the director's counter, almost all the passengers looked at him at that moment——

——Looking at this promising young talent, I was also attracted by his smooth scalp.

In the cabinet, Ao Ruimingde specially put on a white cat robe and a crown of thorns to welcome his future war king.

"Faded One, you are finally here. Your power is the reason why you are king."

Jiang Xueming: "It doesn't play mobile games recently?"

The king hunter felt very embarrassed wearing Melina's clothes: "Indeed, this is also an improvement."

"Okay, let's end the show today!" The little black cat tore his robe and threw away the crown on his head. Since Xueming was not willing to play with it, it didn't force it, "Let's get down to business!"

This is serious business——

——Talked for almost half an hour.

Due to limited space, we will briefly mention it.

At work, Aoli Mingde planned urban priorities along the railway for Jiang Xueming.

Among them are villages and towns that are extremely remote and have long fallen into the hands of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult.

There are also cult organizations that operate secretly in the big city and whose clues have been caught by the Lapis Gold Guards. These opponents are without exception human beings, or criminal madmen who have something to do with the art of blood donation and have joined the Crazy Butterfly camp.

This hunting list is Jiang Xueming's new job after completing the VIP trial ceremony.

For more than half an hour, every time the BOSS read out a new name, Xueming had to inquire about the meaning behind the name, the detailed characteristics of these man-eating demons entrenched in the underground world, and their special skills.

last of the last--

——Xue Ming is going to visit the Death Puppet Agency, where there are outlaws who have focused on iron-making craftsmanship for fifty or sixty years. He wants to take his little finger with him. He wants to build two sets of equipment for his eldest sister and himself.

Aoheng Mingde was very curious after learning all this.

"Are you going to melt down your incompetent work and recast it?"

Jiang Xueming: "Not just sticks, but also guns."

BOSS: "Let me guess, what caliber are you going to use?"

Jiang Xueming: "Nine millimeters."

BOSS: "Ha! I knew it! These targets are all humanoid monsters. You must like the short and powerful ones, but is the power of nine millimeters really enough?"

Jiang Xueming: "Nine times thirty-nine millimeters."

"Oh" BOSS covered his mouth: "Oh wow."

Jiang Xueming smiled brightly,

"I saw their small weapons in Tianshu. They are very powerful. Both the pistol case and the rifle case use 5.8*40 bullets, and there are different types of functional bullets. I think they are specially prepared to subdue the humanoid units in the spiritual disaster.

.The VSS or AS-VAL giant wave ammunition types should also be able to do this. I want to redesign my secondary weapons and main weapons. They can kill enemies covertly with subsonic bullets, or they can explode with amazing

Bullet Kinetic Energy.BOSS—The design and manufacture of firearms takes many, many hours.”

"According to the station's procedures, the holiday of 9527 has been approved until 2030. Your transformation speed has been rapid. Feel free to go ahead and do it. I will not arrange any tasks for you and your waiters in the short term." Ao Hen.

Mingde curled his lips and seemed to have something to say.

Jiang Xueming shrugged and waved, indicating that the boss would speak directly if he had anything to say.

BOSS: "Well, there's one more thing I have to ask you for."

Jiang Xueming just nodded and smiled.

BOSS: "In half a year, you will go to District 48 to perform a trial mission. If you have time before that, I would like you to go to the Galahad Magic Academy in Balazon to teach there."

Jiang Xueming: "What to teach?"

BOSS: "Teach the boys and girls how to protect themselves, and at the same time build up the reputation of the gunsmith name."

Galahad Magic Academy has no entrance threshold. As long as you have inspiration and complete the bus ride task as instructed by the BOSS, you will be eligible for admission. According to the schedule of the Human Resources Department, you can go to various schools to learn the knowledge you are interested in.

Most of the courses on Crazy Butterfly Defense are taught by Green Gold Guards, but now that there is such a number one killer, who almost knows the character of "The Great Split" by heart, Ao Mingde wishes Xueming could live in Galahad.

, to cultivate more warriors who are good at fighting.

Jiang Xueming thought for a moment. After all, he didn't have the ability to deal with naughty children. There should be many rich second-generation purebloods in the magic academy. These little guys might not have very good tempers.

But when he saw the little black cat's big watery eyes and its paws full of expectation.

"Okay, I promise you."


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