There is a huge arsenal inside, with more than 20 weapon racks and different guns on them, and ammunition boxes neatly stacked on the wall.

A stocky young man sits in a corner of the arsenal, wiping down and maintaining his firearm.

"This is the newcomer?"

When Joyce saw the young man working, he couldn't help but feel that he was a little miserable.

"Joyce, you're coming in for the first time to get a feel for our MI family. Even the bearded Cliff raised his hand a little proudly.

Although the stout young man whose beard had been cut off did not get up, Joyce found that he was listening with his back to his ears pricked up.

"The benefits were robbed in person, and it was a little embarrassing at this time. Joyce sighed in her heart, and first walked to the stout young man sitting on his back in the corner.

"Hello Jason Hangers, I'm Joyce Rupert of the Squad. Joyce offered to greet the stocky young man.

"Hello!"

As if he didn't expect someone to come to say hello, the short and stout young man hurriedly got up and was a little flustered, and just about to reach out and remember that there was gun oil in his hand.

"I didn't come long before you, so I'll ask you to take care of me in the future. Joyce smiled at the stocky young man.

"Well said. ”

Jason Hangers didn't answer very sharply, but it gave the impression that he wasn't a pure newcomer, but that he wasn't quite adapted to the new environment.

"Arrin White. ”

Yarlin was dressed in a tartan formal suit, and also showed a certain demeanor.

"Jason, you don't need to think so much when you first came, learning the maintenance and repair of firearms is what you should do, especially on duty at the arsenal, if you don't want to be blown up to the sky. Cliff whispered coarsely, telling the young man to hurry up and get to work.

There was a moment of silence for the stout young man, and in Joyce's opinion, the old Bolton, the master, was at least much better than Cliff.

"I don't usually see the people who see the old Burton, but now the volume library is almost under my custody, if it weren't for the director looking at me unpleasantly, it would be much easier to go to work every day. Joyce actually thought about when he would become an old man and be able to take away the director of Bordean Arthur.

"Grenadiers, shoulder-fired guns, small mountain guns, these are all good things. Cliff introduced to Joyce.

"This thing is much easier to use than a grenadier, it can be carried on its back and has a folding stand. Yars picked up a barrel-shaped shoulder-mounted projectile and carried it on his back.

"Three bullets in one box, enough to destroy the target building. ”

Cliff pulled out two ammunition boxes, one for artillery shells and one for the chain of the minigun.

"Is this going to war?"

Joyce muttered to herself, but was a big fan of firepower.

"There are four more rapid loaders for pistols. ”

Without much thought, Arrin said what Joyce was thinking.

"Mr. Cliff, this dagger looks good, can I make two?" Joyce found a shelf with a lot of knives and daggers with a cold glow and texture.

"Vision, although these cold weapons are not mysterious items, they are out-and-out good things, you can pick two. Cliff was registering, and it was clear that things were not promised by him, but by the pretext of the mission.

"This is a steel dagger, it is not easy to make, not to mention the price, it is easy to buy outside. Joyce picked up a dagger with a leather sheath, and pulled out the ** dagger with a sense of comfort.

The dagger was as long as a hand's hand, and the texture was cold and sharp, and Joyce had no doubt that if it was held on a person, it could easily open a hole.

"There are no blood grooves or serrations, but the dagger is quite full. Joyce took another sheathed dagger to check for confirmation.

"It's not easy to carry this kind of thing on your body, so if you want me to suggest it, it's better to choose a folding knife. Arrin reminded with a smile.

"I'll think about it. ”

Joyce took two daggers and did not ignore Yarlin's kindness.

"If there's nothing else to take, let's go?"

Cliff carried a roulette machine gun on his back, carried two boxes of ammunition, and immediately signaled to the remaining roulette machine gun and the small bag containing four Sarotan rapid loaders.

"I'm going to fetch the Guardian Artifact, you just go out and wait, the mobile vehicle should be dispatched. Yarlin's smile showed confidence.

Joyce picked up a minigun and brought a small bag.

"Jason, keep the door to the arsenal in check, and be careful when touching weapons and ammunition. As he was leaving, Cliff spoke loudly to the stocky young man who was pouting with his gun.

"Mr. Cliff, it seems somewhat inconvenient that the place where the MI works and the bar are arranged together. On the first floor of the bar, Joyce didn't see any customers, but he still felt strange with a roulette machine gun.

"These are legacy issues, and it won't be long before the Traveler's Bar will be moved to the side, and then the Contract Room will be moved away, and this side will be left to the squad and the basement, and some people will have to be transferred in for military and intelligence affairs. Cliff smiled indifferently.

"It seems that this mission is not simple, and the action vehicle is outside. "The skinny girl Nellie was clearly referring to the heavy firepower that Cliff and Joyce were carrying.

Led out the bar door by Cliff, Joyce learned what a mobility vehicle was.

"Isn't this just a tin carriage pulled by two horses, the oldest and most improvised piece of military armor?" Joyce couldn't help but laugh as she looked at the tin shell with rubber wheels.

Getting into the action car, Joyce even saw that the carriage still had some firepower that could be pulled.

"Joyce, in fact, in some ways, I admire you a lot, I heard that you fought for interests with the director yesterday, and you quarreled so much that your face was red and your neck was thick. Cliff opened an ammo box and chained the roulette machine gun.

"What kind of rumors are these!"

Joyce opened her mouth as if she had eaten a rotten egg.

Even if he is blushing and thick-necked, it is the same way Bodrian Arthur roared when Joyce was sprayed today.

"I'm optimistic about you. ”

Cliff didn't pay attention to Joyce's expression and seemed to think he had a promising future.

"Mr. Cliff, are you misunderstanding something, I'm not the person you think you want to take more!" Joyce's face twitched slightly, and he could only whisper in a secret embarrassment.

While waiting for Arrin, Joyce looked out through the fire port of the action vehicle, and estimated that there were about fifteen people in civilian clothes in the action team, in addition to two action vehicles and two ordinary carriages.

"The iron-blooded firm on Tobacco Street in Laifang District, set off. ”

Without making Joyce and Cliff wait long, Arrlin, who came out of the Traveler's Bar, first shouted to the men of the four carriages, and then got into the carriage with a sword weapon the length of his small arm.

"This sword?"

Looking at the short sword with a metal scabbard, Joyce felt that it was a far cry from the style of the broadsword.

"It seems to be the Sword of the Thief of the Sacred Artifact, which, once unsheathed, will obey the will of the sheath-wielder, stealing the power of the enemy and leaving the enemy in a momentary state of weakness. Cliff recognized the dagger in Arlin's hand.

Hearing Cliff's words, Joyce was curious on the surface, but in his heart he became wary of the short sword in Arlin's hand.

The four carriages were moving quite fast, especially the mobile car with the doors closed, and it was very safe to sit in it.

Opening the packet, Joyce gave the two Zola Quick Reloaders to Yarlin.

Tobacco Street is famous for tobacco, there are more tobacco houses on both sides of the street, once contaminated with local tobacco addiction, many people's final fate is the destruction of their families, some people also call Tobacco Street Devil's Cave Street.

At noon, four carriages entered Tobacco Street, and through the firepower, Joyce could see some gray-faced people walking down the street, and even more trembling, especially eager.

"The people on Tobacco Street don't deserve pity, they do anything to get a smoking, they steal, they kill people, and they sell their families. Cliff didn't look out, but said faintly to Joyce.

"If there were no earthy smoke, maybe there wouldn't have been too many tragedies. Joyce sat back in her leather chair and whispered.

"Young people, you have to learn to accept and adapt, many things are not as good as you imagined, although the empire prohibits local tobacco, but various provinces and towns still have local tobacco circulation, the reason is that the profits are very lucrative, there are many channels of interest involved, some big nobles, and even a large area of tobacco fields are planted. Cliff said this, with hatred hidden in his small eyes.

"Perhaps Mr. Cliff didn't just take the case for the sake of gain. Joyce had a guess in mind.

Regarding Cliff's statement, Joyce also thought that Iron Will run a local tobacco business, and there must be powerful support behind it, and this gang does not just control one or two tobacco shops, but has an affair with the interests of the entire tobacco street.

"Get out of the car. ”

As soon as the four carriages stopped, Arrin had already opened the door of the motor car and walked down quickly.

"You ......"

At the gate of the Iron and Blood Merchant House on the side of the wide street, a gangster youth with a gun was pointed to his head by the muzzle of Yarlin's Saron as soon as he spoke.

"Bang!"

As Yarlin pulled the trigger with a smile on his face, the gangster youth's head was blown out, red and white liquid spurted out, and his body shook and fell to the ground.

The sound of Yarlin's gunfire was like an order, and a group of military personnel in civilian clothes rushed into the trading house with box guns.

"With my marksmanship, if I suddenly turn the wheels, will I hit my own people!" Joyce, who was holding a revolver, was acting as a deterrent, he had never used this kind of heavy firepower at all.

The vestibule of the Iron and Blood Merchant is not only large, but also extremely luxurious, with a crystal paint floor that can even be used as a mirror in the light.

"Your Excellencies, why is there such a big battle, if the Iron and Blood Merchant has offended your Excellencies, don't be angry. A young girl in the antechamber of the comptoir was unfazed, and raised her hand to stop a few gangsters who wanted to dig out the guys, and curry favor with Arrin, Cliff, and Joyce.

The girl was quite pretty, tall, with fluffy curly hair and a beautiful white face.

The girl in a black dress with suspenders, her whole body exudes a noble and elegant but mixed with a dissolute atmosphere, some of the taste of decadent beauty.

As she walked around in high heels, a ruby pendant of a necklace swayed on the girl's full and white chest, as if to remind others of her proud figure.

"Less nonsense, what about Sean Redmay?"

Yarlin looked frenzied, unmoved by the beauty, and strode forward with the Sagura pistol already on the girl's eyebrows.