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To be honest, Zhang Qiang didn't want to do anything to François, he had already intimidated François by killing people and forcing him to make arquebuses for himself, and this time he wanted to control the other party through a similar cheating method such as the mental power provided by the system.

He felt that his crossing was a failure, everyone else was rhetorical, the tiger's body was shocked, the younger brother bowed his head, shouted long live, and then swore allegiance.

What about himself, why is it so hard, is it just because he is not an engineering student, nor a military agent, or a doctor of material, the nephew of this big official, and the charming 1.82 meter beautiful man with little fresh meat?

Forget it, if you come here, you can get François first.

Walking out of the arquebus factory's own private office, Zhang Qiang and his guards came to the small building where François lived.

The small building is as quiet as a haunted house, the sinking atmosphere is mixed with the smell of some saltpeter and the dung of the soil in the fields, and a few piles of horse manure at the door are still very fresh, which may be the war horse of the cavalry patrol that has just passed, Zhang Qiang carefully bypassed the horse manure and pushed open the door of the wooden fence.

Next to it, yellow chrysanthemums, red roses, blood-red cockscombs, and some morning glories cling to the wooden fence, which is very beautiful.

A peach tree grows low in the dirt, some of the leaves on it have withered, and some new branches are slowly growing.

The guard kicked open the wooden door, and a loud noise told the people in the small building that someone had come to see him.

But no one came out to greet him, because for a man who knew that he was going to die, he no longer cared about any wooden doors, and he didn't care about etiquette.

"François," Zhang Qiang shouted.

"François," Zhang Qiang shouted.

The guards looked left and right, and immediately dispersed to search, and a team of guards ran upstairs vigilantly.

There was a sound of struggle, a sound of kicking, and a blond and blue-eyed foreign devil with loose hair, red bloodshot eyes, and hateful eyes was dragged downstairs.

"No—" The man struggled, perhaps knowing that his death was near.

Zhang Qiang squatted down and looked at the other party, "Let me go, I didn't do it, they asked me to do it, I just carried out their orders, I am a grape man, I dare not disobey their orders." ”

The person in front of him began to beg for mercy, and Zhang Qiang seemed to see the guy he saw by the river outside Linhai County that day.

"Who, who's coming to contact you?"

Zhang Qiang asked softly.

"It's a guy named Tian Bin." François said with trepidation.

"Tian Bin?" Zhang Qiang frowned, as if the soldiers who interrogated the captives also said that there was such a person, and after careful comparison, Zhang Qiang thought of who this person was.

"This bastard, he actually betrayed me twice, his heart can be slaughtered, come, go and send someone to announce my order to Admiral Wei Wuji, you must find this person, and you can't let him escape."

Then Zhang Qiang asked François again, "What do you think I should do with you?" ”

"You betrayed me twice,"

"This almost caused me to be assassinated."

François shook his head desperately, "My lord, my lord, I didn't mean to, I was just being used, please, for the sake of me always following your orders, selling my life to you, and making you arquebuses, bypass me, I am willing to be your slave, serve you all my life, and never betray." ”

"I gave you a chance," Zhang Qiang stood up and shook his head, and said in a resolute tone.

"I was forced—" François cried.

"Those who sin, don't they say that they were forced? Didn't that mean that he rebelled unwillingly? Doesn't that mean he's innocent? It's not like saying you're wrong, and then you're locked up for days, years, and then come out again to harm everyone. Zhang Qiang coldly and gradually forced François to a dead end.

As he spoke, he pulled out a short firearm stuck in the guard beside him.

He took out the ammo inside, examined it carefully, and turned around and walked outside.

He said coldly: "Pull him to the courtyard." ”

François struggled while babbling nonsense, but was hit by the guards with the handle of his knife a few times, and he was honest, dragged into the yard like a dead dog.

Seeing François, who was taken to Azalea from the Middle East, Zhang Qiang said to him: "By the way, I said that you will be punished for repairing 100,000 guns for me, how have you done it?" ”

"This," François didn't know why Zhang Qiang was mentioning this at this time?

He was a little distracted.

At this time, Zhang Qiang put the short fire gun against the door of his head, the cold muzzle, the cold feeling, made François stunned for a moment, and then his pupils quickly dilated, his mind switched between what had just happened and the fear of death coming.

"Smack"

That's when the shots rang out.

Of course, it didn't open François's head.

The lead bullet of the short fire gun is also a large caliber, at least the size of two soybeans, if it really hits, at such a close distance, the forehead must be stuffed into the baseball, and the back of the head must have been blown away.

A smell of feces and urine quickly spread in the air, mixed with the smell of gunsmoke.

But Zhang Qiang didn't like it, he squatted opposite, holding a smoking short fire gun in his hand, but his expression was a little tired, this time he tried his best to achieve the best effect.

When François was at his weakest and his mental defense was at its lowest, he raided his spiritual world and used what little mental power he had on François.

"GOOD, the effect is great, this time, it is at least equivalent to the effect of three points of spiritual power, I didn't expect you to be so smart." The first voice that sounded in Zhang Qiang's ears was not the sigh of François for the rest of his life, nor the panicked screams of the guards around him, nor the sound of the two guards holding Francois's arms jumping away, but the sound of the system.

Zhang Qiang smiled, but he didn't stand up, but communicated with the system in his heart, "So is he completely used by me this time?" ”

"Yes, his current soul has been replaced by the master craftsman Francis you used to use when you rode and slashed the world, of course you can still call him François here, François's previous knowledge and memories are still preserved, and some memories of his life in this world are also retained, but very little, he is now your François."

Zhang Qiang suddenly thought of something, and asked eagerly: "Francis, who rode and cut the world, was a craftsman in the Middle Ages, could he make guns?" ”

"Isn't there still a memory of François?"

"He can inherit his body and memory, knowledge, and even the ability to learn, and under the guidance of the knowledge of your later generations, he is more loyal and professional than François, he is a pure craftsman, a skilled worker, an ancient man who studied science, and a servant who is extremely loyal to the lords of the aristocracy." The system is happy to explain.

Zhang Qiang was a little unbearable, François was frightened, and then he was shocked by his own mental power, and he jumped in surprise, and then fell to the ground unconscious, without screaming, without resistance, without unwillingness, and without the joy of dying, but completely relieved.

At this time, the guards reacted and surrounded Zhang Qiang one after another, "My lord, my lord." ”

Zhang Qiang threw the gun to the guard, and then said, "Drag him into the building, and then send two old women to take care of him,"

After speaking, he walked out, and halfway through, he said to the guard: "Order Director Wan Si'an, clean up this place, pull out the flowers and plants here, cut down the trees, this is a craftsman's residence, it should be full of machines, piles of paper and drawings, not something that kills people's will, if possible, get some snowflakes and make this place a cold place, maybe these guys can be more sober." No more thoughts about running away and rebelling. ”

The guards shivered, they looked at Zhang Qiang, swallowed their saliva, immediately stood up straight, and responded loudly, "Yes, my lord." ”