After all, this life is not a war era of hunger and bones, and there are not so many ghosts and resentful spirits for Li Ang to devour and smelt, so he happily walked up to the dilapidated rooftop of the apartment, took off his hood, and breathed in the cold air.

Now that you have a serious identity in this city, you need to find a way to find a secluded private place, whether it is to worship Dharma tools or practice exercises, you don't have to be afraid of others discovering it.

You must know that in the United States, a system called "community supervision" is generally implemented, that is, within the same community, residents have the obligation to monitor each other, once there is domestic violence, shootings and other trivial matters in that family, the neighbors will also take the initiative to go to the police, let the strips come to maintain order, and the efficiency can compete with the Chaoyang masses.

In this case, how can Li Ang practice with peace of mind, once there is any strange noise, the neighbor will call 911 every minute, and the quality of the Mi Guo Tiaozi is world-renowned, known as "fire first, then observe" reputation, if something is wrong, he hides behind the cover and shoots indiscriminately, which is comparable to a powder keg that explodes at a point or the most mentally sensitive depressed patient.

Moreover, the motel where Leon was staying was a bit dilapidated—with the exception of the old-fashioned color television that automatically jumped to the midnight channel, the other appliances in the room occasionally went down, and the roaring of rockers was constantly ringing next door.

"I'm still going to have to find some money..."

In the pre-Qin period, those foreign warlocks who visited the immortals and alchemized pills had to rely on the feudal emperors, and the mystical methods such as barbarian witch divination, melting magic weapons, alchemy in the ancestral stove, and summoning gods and impeaching ghosts all required huge resources to support.

It would be unimaginable to create a bronze blade engraved with rune spells that monks could use.

The sword is shaped from clay, dried in a cellar, and after the renovation, the craftsman uses a fine needle to engrave a mantra on the inside of the sword, and if there is a slight difference in the hair strands, the sword becomes a scrap.

In bronze swords, the ratio of copper and tin must be exactly the same, and the temperature of the firewood fire must not deviate in any way at all times, and forging a sword that can be called a magic weapon will produce at least ten or even hundreds of waste swords.

Such a loss is not something that the prince can bear.

Even if it was the ancestral dragon Yingzheng who swept Liuhe, swallowed the universe, and opened up the first feudal empire, it was only twelve hollow bronze figures three zhang high.

These copper materials are converted into modern units, ranging from more than 30 tons to more than 80 tons, the international standard copper price is 50,000 yuan a ton, Zulong gathered the copper of the six countries is already an unprecedented majestic feat, but at this time it is worth more than 30 million yuan, just can buy a house in the downtown area of the metropolis....

Li Ang sat casually on the edge of the rooftop, took out the Western meat cleaver from his pocket, and looked at the finely polished arc patterns and cold blades on it, and his eyes reflected the flickering moonlight.

The steelmaking efficiency of modern industrial society is too high, such as feeding, slag making, slag removal, melt pool stirring, dephosphorization, electric furnace bottom blowing, melting charge, oxidation refining, molten steel stirring, and finally gas washing and silicon addition, carbon pulling and steeling, all in one go.

Since then, the steel analyzer can more finely measure the content of carbon, sulfur, manganese, phosphorus, silicon, nickel, chromium, molybdenum, copper, titanium, zinc, vanadium, magnesium and other elements in the steel, and print them into data. This delicate and nuanced realm alone is incomparable to ordinary Jindan monks.

Leon once visited the Wayne Group's steel plant with his own eyes, and the huge chimneys and boiling furnaces made him sweat on the soles of his feet, and he smiled bitterly, deeply feeling that the efficiency of the modern steel industry has completely crushed the ancient ironmaking.

He estimated that five or six hundred meters in the market could buy a ton of steel-making pig iron, and if he found the right way, the price could be discounted a few more, and when he completed the foundation, he would melt and cast several tons of steel into a sword blade through the talisman, and drive it with the aura, and wield it with the weight alone to destroy the armor of the main battle tank head-on, and easily dismantle a building.

Not to mention that he was promoted to the Jindan realm in the future, pinning his essence and blood on the sword, and taking people's heads for thousands of miles in an instant, leaving nothing but blood.

However, the premise of all this is money......

Leon rummaged through his pockets, and there were a few crumpled banknotes with various presidents lying in them, and the empty beer bottles that were gurgling and agitating on the side of the cement railing on the rooftop looked extremely pitiful.

The wind on the rooftop was so cold.

Li Ang shook his spirits, folded his hands, and sighed into the palms, just wanted to go downstairs but suddenly remembered that he had just exorcized the demons and had not received the payment, and thought of the embarrassing family situation of that family, he couldn't help patting his head, and he had mixed feelings for a while.

Not far away, he looked at the brightly lit high-end hotel where a lavish dinner was being held, flowers were blooming, the fire was cooking, the rich were staggered, they were chatting happily, and the delicious and delicious food was not cared for, waiting to be discarded in the trash after the party.

In the dark alley opposite the restaurant, there are homeless men in ragged clothes and disheveled hair, leading an equally skinny old hairy dog, bending down to check the food from a large black plastic bag.

The streamlined luxury pitch-black sports car stopped at the door of the hotel, and a bloated fat man with a big belly and a fat brain moved down from the car with difficulty, accompanied by two long-haired beauties who looked forward to their lives and were charming and graceful.

"Mr. Richard, you're here."

The hotel's doorman nodded flatteringly, took the car keys from one of the women, and parked his head with his head held high, as if his name were engraved on the screaming supercar.

The owner of this car, the fat man just now, is none other than the contemporary head of the local Italian mafia family in Gotham, Richard Sapa.

Well..... Speaking of which, Leon also crossed paths with Mr. Richard Sapa, and the scarface he killed in the port on his first day in Gotham was a peripheral member of the Italian mafia......

The doorman swallowed his saliva and sat in the driver's seat, affectionately stroked the smooth steering wheel back and forth, and then opened the window and scolded the homeless man outside: "Get away, don't get too close to here to attract the smell on your body, you know?" ”

The homeless man winced and dodged to the side, letting Superrunner roar and splash the water on him and his old dog.

"Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road. The prosperity and withering are very different, and the melancholy is difficult to recount. ”

Leon chewed back and forth on these two lines of poetry, a contemptuous smile rising at the corners of his mouth, and he put on his hood, sunglasses and masks, bathed in the bright moonlight, and walked lightly across the rooftops of high-rise buildings.

The splendor of the hotel was in front of him, and Leon clasped his fingertips to the cracks in the tiles on the walls of the tall building, and climbed like a gecko.

The homeless man was shaking off the sewage on his body and soothing the old dog who was whimpering softly because of hunger, when he suddenly noticed that someone was patting him on the shoulder from behind.

"Hey, dude, how about making a bet with you."

Leon leaned against the wall, pushed his sunglasses, tilted his head and said to the homeless man, "Do you believe it that I can take off the suit on that fat pig guy and give you to wear." ”