In a huge cave, several large machines composed of thousands of gears, bolts, bearings, and pistons are constantly casting the smelted mineral ingots into shiny military bullets.
The loud rumbling noise forced the conversation to turn into a hoarse roar.
The night watchman shouted to his companions:
"When do we change shifts?"
"What?"
"When will the shift change!"
"What did you say?"
"Ahhhhh!"
His companion looked at him like a lunatic Root and shouted loudly: "What are you shouting about!"
There was no other way, so the night watchman walked to the soundproof duty cabin.
"This is Sokka's machine!"
This sentence was heard by his companion.
"This machine is not a Sukka. This machine is a symbol of civilization, the hammer of March, and the call of the Sea of Illusion."
"What?" The night watchman suffers from tinnitus, which occurs frequently among Utopians, mostly due to the influence of these huge machines.
"I said." His companion looked a little dissatisfied, "I was just saying that this machine is a symbol of civilization. You see, humble people like you and me can chat here without going to the outside world..."
"What did you say?" The night watchman looked confused.
His companion stopped talking and cursed: "This Sukka machine! It's going to drive people crazy. You! What did you want to say just now?"
He made a loud voice.
Now the night watchman heard clearly, spat, took out his cigarette, and shouted as loudly as a song:
"Change the shift! When will the shift change!"
"There are still two hours left, Sukka, our sense of time is a bit unclear."
"oh!"
The night watchman lit the cigarette glumly and handed one to his companion. The two shared this cheap and luxurious enjoyment.
The spicy feeling brought by the cheap cut tobacco shot straight into the sky, pushing his tailbone, making it numb and numb, making him feel like crying.
In a daze, he glanced outside the window.
Those machines!
He wanted to write a poem or two lines of praise for these giant metal creations.
Damn it, what should I say... He was scraping away the little ink in his stomach, but his eyes suddenly stopped.
He saw someone!
Wearing a black robe, he stood among the huge machines.
Doesn't look like a good person!
No, how do good people come back here?
"Guard!"
The night watchman shouted loudly, and his companions were startled by him and turned to look.
The corners of the black-robed man's robe lit up with blazing flames.
It turned its head.
A pair of eyes burning with fire stared at the night watchmen.
A streak of flame formed an evil smile.
A sweet, cold, indifferent girl's voice read:
"Nine rounds of flames struck down the sun."
A long line composed of nine flames was released from behind it, instantly crawling through the air and chasing the living person.
It's like the tail of an arrow is tied with gorgeous fireworks.
The Night Watchman's source armor was instantly destroyed.
But he had already thought of this. At the moment when the source armor was shattered, and taking advantage of this brief opportunity to block the flames, he pulled out his lightsaber - cutting off the alarm with one strike.
The alarm that was destroyed by external force and the alarm device on the ground immediately sent out a screaming alarm signal.
The companions of the night watchman took advantage of the gap and jumped to his side:
"Three wild boars are not afraid of hungry wolves."
The source of force turned into grass boards, wooden boards and bricks to block the front. The eight flames that followed only penetrated the source of straw boards and smashed the source of the wooden boards.
The black-robed creature chuckled, flicked his hands down, and two long knives that looked like claws popped out.
It jumped up.
…
"This quarter, the number of military castings increased by 6.75%, and the number of standard castings increased by 68.15%. In order to cope with the monetary pressure of the Tea Festival, we expedited the delivery of the bullet reserves of the Old Countryman from the Wasteland and Queen Mary.
When we come back, the currency increment will reach 145%, which should be able to cope with the pressure."
Long Yan is making reports and filings at the internal train conductor meeting of Laoxianren.
This is a glorious tradition of citizens' meetings.
The witch even brought this kind of thing... Gwen was distracted, which was in sharp contrast to the curse blade on the left who was listening very seriously. Sitting on her right was Kasim, the beautiful and beautiful secret agent.
A look of preparedness.
"The wine reserve has increased by 50%, and the food reserve has reached 274%. And I am now issuing an application and answering questions. I request to use 10.45% of the currency reserve of the fellow villagers, increase the food reserve to more than 650%, and increase the wine reserve.
Increased to over 280%.”
Long Yan wore that suit of armor, stood in front of the conference table, looked around, and said loudly:
"Start on the left side."
The first one on the left is a Shad driver. Gwen remembers that he is the owner of six watch shops and runs a chain of parts stores. He even went to this driver's shop to buy parts!
"Hello, Captain Long Yan."
Old Shade was a little thin. He frowned and asked: "What I want to ask is that taking out more than 10% of our currency reserves will increase our currency pressure. Recently, some people here have exchanged clocks for clocks.
After bartering, will it be a bit difficult to take out so many bullets and exchange them for food... You know, food cannot be stored for more than a month. If there is a surplus of food and cannot be disposed of, the future of the Fellowship will be..."
"Thank you for speaking out, Captain Lawn."
Long Yan nodded politely.
"According to hidden intelligence, a group of as many as fifty large cat lanterns, more than 6,000 medium-sized cat lanterns, and countless small cat lanterns will arrive to participate in the Tea Festival of our fellow villagers. These cat lanterns
They all speak utopia and can carry goods. In order to prevent food prices from being increased nearly 10 times by then, I think it is necessary to increase food reserves."
"So..." The Shad people still have other things to ask.
Gwen looked to the right and saw Kasim half-squinting his stunningly beautiful violet eyes, thinking about something. Looking to the left again, Cursed Blade seemed to have found some inspiration, wearing that mysterious smile.
, and slowly closed the notebook.
Sure enough, it's still her.
Gwen nudged Spellblade's arm lightly with her elbow.
"Curse Blade, Curse Blade."
"Um?"
“Why do we need to increase currency reserves?”
"The Tea Festival is equivalent to a large-scale trade fair. If you think about it, more than three million people in a surrounding area will flock to the villagers to bring their usual prey, harvested plants and unclear cultural relics.
Antiques and the like are sold in exchange for a large amount of currency to buy supplies needed for two quarters. If you think about it this way, you will understand why so much military and standard currency is needed."
Cursed Blade shook his head at the same time: "We must also be careful whether other carriages will want to come and rob after the Tea Festival. After the Tea Festival, the bullet stock of the bustling train will be reduced, and the guards will sometimes only be equipped with three to five
A magazine. This leaves room for manipulation. After all, the more prosperous the carriage, the more it is like this."
She features as a guard on the Twilight Bust Train.
To put it simply, throw a smoke bomb, and then mix two shuttles into the smoke bomb.
There is no Danish core technology in this world. Killing thieves by mixing smoke is obviously not a good choice, but it is the easiest way to save lives, but it is a serious waste of bullets.
"So it is very important to ensure that ammunition is stored."
"..."
After answering questions one by one and resolving the doubts and doubts of the commanders, Long Yan announced that the resolution had been passed, which meant that the entire Fellowship had to serve on this matter. Even Smirnov, who was the representative of the special commissioner team, also
Can't be stopped.
Smirnov said with an ugly face: "Captain Long Yan, it is not a good thing to make the entire fellow ship move for transportation purposes..."
"Thank you for your wise warning and philanthropic concern for the Homelander, Agent Smirnov, but the resolution that has been passed is indisputable."
Long Yan maintained the demeanor of the commander and said: "You know, from now on, smuggling goods will become an extreme crime, and death will be the price. This decision will increase the number of goods we can provide, and also give people
Cool down the increasingly rampant black market to avoid more vicious incidents."
This must be related to the contraband that the special commission team wants to transport in... Gwen feels that it is too coincidental. Yesterday, the special commissioner came to discuss business with her, and today the ban was issued.
[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo Reading recently to catch up on books, change sources, and read aloud with many sounds, and it can be used on both Android and Apple.]
Gwen touched the curseblade with her elbow again.
Cursed Blade turned his head sideways, with a serious expression that he didn't usually see on his handsome and screaming face.
"Our business?"
Gwen pointed to the business deal yesterday.
"No more."
Cursed Blade's lips were close to Gwen's ears, and he lowered his voice and said: "The deposit will be refunded because we voluntarily offered not to do it."
real?
Gwen looked at the curse blade suspiciously.
"At the same time, you can say that Maowaro can do it, but the total price will be increased by 20%, and an extra 20 watts of oil and soil will be given."
This is the cursed blade!
Gwen nodded with satisfaction. How could a Suka kid like Curse Blade not do it because of the ban? Use a skin to do it! Theoretically, the effect of the dragon flame ban should be able to cover the cat lantern, but because the cat lantern is too
If you are cunning, you can run away if you are not found, and then you can dye your fur and come back. In addition, there are a large number of different models of cat lanterns coming to the Tea Festival, so you don't have to worry about Long Yan and Cat Waro fighting each other.
Just when Smirnov was infuriated by Long Yan's yin and yang strange energy (I don't know when he learned the skill of yin and yang strange energy), he was about to say "Long Yan, you will regret it!", and was waiting for Long Yan to add, "I will
It was the captain. There was a loud knock on the door.
After the first knock, Long Yan and Smirnov stopped.
The second time, all the commanders put down their work and looked at the gate with interest.
The third time.
Then the door slowly opened.
A group of Longyan's Ron's personal guards walked in wearing those damn cool silver Gothic armors, red cloaks, and carrying specially customized gray-red rifles. The menacing look made people suspicious of Longyan.
Will it suddenly announce the dissolution of Parliament?
There is a girl in a blue robe among the guards. She is Ron, with a frightened expression on her face. Her fair face is stained with some kind of ash, and her left foot seems to be a little injured. Her soft black hair is a little naturally curly. Pay attention.
When many people looked at her, she lowered her head in fear, her coyote-like ears trembling uneasily.
Very strange.
Gwen had never met this man.
"Captain." The captain of the Dragon Flame Guards said, "This is Claire Demian. She begs for your interview, and after reviewing the criteria, I think it is necessary for you to give her three minutes to listen to her.
The message he brought."
Gwen noticed that Spellblade straightened up with considerable interest.
The relationship between the Guard Captain and the Commander Lord is very close, and they can even play the role of butler to a certain extent.
Long Yan nodded slightly: "Everyone, I'd like to excuse you."
He walked with heavy steps towards Lounge No. 1 next to the conference room, which was his exclusive room and was also used to receive individual visitors.
Ron's guards protected the girl and walked to the No. 1 lounge.
After they all entered and closed the door, the sound of discussion started to sound in the conference room.
"Curse Blade, do you know what happened?"
Gwen was already used to asking about the curse blade.
And the latter?
The Squirrel Girl said with a helpless look: "I don't know, I'm not from the Fellow Account, and my intelligence network isn't that big here."
Gwen felt a touch on her shoulder.
He turned his head and saw Kasim looking at him, his violet eyes giving him a condescending feeling.
"Maybe it's because of the explosion just now."
Kasim said.
"explode?"
Gwen and Curse Blade stared at her curiously at the same time, and the beautiful secret agent nodded lightly: "Just now, many people discovered that there was a subtle explosion on one side of the Fellowship. It seemed that underneath,
Three wellheads were destroyed, causing the third and sixth lines to be shut down."
"So exaggerated?"
Gwen covered her mouth.
"Yes. But I don't know exactly what happened yet, but it should be related to the explosion."
"Thank you." Gwen said thank you with satisfaction after eating the melon.
At present, he is still in the junior melon-eating stage. He only needs to know a little bit of inside information, and does not need to be much more than the average person, and that is enough. It is not like Curse Blade, a squirrel boy who has started to rub his chin and think about how to deal with Cassin.
Mu's intelligence network deceived him like this.
"If you are interested in the news, you can come to me at any time. I am always willing to accompany you."
Kasim said.
"Ah...thank you so much."
Gwen looked away.
At this time, the door to Lounge No. 1 opened, and Long Yan walked out, followed by the guards and the black-haired girl. The other person's expression seemed to be more relaxed, and even the stains on his face were wiped away.
Everyone in the conference room sat upright, and even the bastard driver like Gwen looked at him seriously.
Long Yan returned to the center.
"The Fa'on Military Bullet Foundry was attacked. Six night watchmen and fifty guards were killed. A huge explosion occurred at the same time. The extent of the damage is still unknown, but all rescuers were unable to go down to check the situation.
, the temperature is too high. At the same time, seven subway tunnels are blocked by the high temperature, and the people inside may not be able to sustain it for long."
After Long Yan finished speaking, he coldly said:
"After the curfew tonight, I will send my personal guards to pick you up to continue discussing the arrangements for the Tea Festival."
"Now, I need to go out for rescue."
"Only I can go down to that hot zone."
Gwen raised her hand: "I have some help here and I'm not afraid of the high temperature. I can go down with you."
Long Yan smiled - although he couldn't see it, his expression when looking at the armor should be a happy smile:
