Chapter 37: The Fist Sect
At this time, it was already deep at night, the thin moonlight could not penetrate the dirty cumulus clouds, it was pitch black all around, and it was impossible to see 100 meters away, fortunately Wan admired the equipment sent by her father, and the high-powered telescope also had night vision function, so that I could clearly see that there was a large group of people approaching quickly about 10,000 meters away.
I was shocked!
So... So... Such a good night vision function, if used for voyeurism......
Calm down, calm down! When is it, don't think about it.
I said to Wan Pei: "Aren't you good at marksmanship, you will provide me with long-range protection here later, and if the situation is not right, use firepower to cover my retreat." ”
As I spoke, I took out a pistol, loaded it, and handed it to Wan Pei.
Wan Pei smiled cutely and didn't take it, she put her hand into her cleavage again, and pulled out a large sniper rifle more than two meters long from it with her thumb and index finger.
"Dig, it's this gun again, you like it very much. ”
Wan Pei proudly: "This is a suitor sent by Yo ~ The most famous gunsmith in the eastern game area of Qianji, Master Yima, a sniper rifle and two pistols specially created for me, which is the very famous Yima series in the field of firearms." ”
Ima's series, what I said is red......
"I mean, you're used to holding things......"
"How?"
"It's not good, it's good, keep it up~"
Wan Pei and I confirmed the evacuation route in case of an accident, parked the monster truck at the designated place in advance, and then took Wang Shixiong to the east to welcome him.
Wang Shixiong had already changed into his school uniform and solemnly tidied up, looking at his cautious appearance, he seemed to be very concerned about meeting with their boss.
I said, don't you look down on him? What are you busy with?
Wang Shixiong smiled: "I guess they will definitely bring my object, and the image of the male god can't be ruined." ”
I just thought it was funny, and then took out a pair of sunglasses: "Give it to you, male god~"
Wang Shixiong put on sunglasses, and his white face was covered by more than half: "I can't see anything here." ”
I also brought a pair of toad glasses: "If you want to be handsome, you always have to pay some price......"
They arrived five minutes later, in much the same formation as Bubbles, except for a larger team of bikes, led by a broken motorcycle that had noticeably failed to absorb shocks, and each bike had a flag tied to it.
The headlights of the motorcycle were the only light in this wasteland, and with this light, I saw a big white fat man driving the motorcycle, and on the back seat behind him stood a young man more than 1.80 meters tall.
The young man has a sky-high yellow hair, and locks are glued together, probably trying to imitate Super Saiyan, but unfortunately the imitation is really not like it, let alone Super Saiyan, durian can't catch up, it's like a pot of meat on his head. However, the big black long knife he was carrying on his shoulder was a bit murderous.
I concluded that this person was the boss of the Holy Sword Academy, not because of his exaggerated costume and unique aura, but after my rough observation, he was the oldest in this group, and he looked a few years older than me.
The young man does not support or rely on, and stands firmly on the bumpy motorcycle, and can see that there are some means, at least the lower plate is very stable.
Thorn~~~
With the sharp sound of brakes, the motorcycle came to a screeching halt.
"Holy!"
With a piercing exclamation, the young man slammed out.
He flipped half a circle in the air, and then landed on his back before he fell heavily in front of me.
I frowned, feeling sorry for him.
Whew~poof!
The long knife that the young man had been carrying on his shoulder before accidentally got out of his hand during the leap just now, which would fall a second later than the young man, and the back of the knife slashed squarely at his face.
I grinned and ached for him.
The young man lay on the ground, raised his hand and gently removed the knife from his face, and then a carp stood up and smiled at me casually: "You want to see me?"
I pointed at his nose: "Bloody ......"
The young man waved: "A small trauma is ...... for a man"
"It's in your mouth!"
"......"
In the virtual game world, the player will not feel particularly obvious pain, but in order to pursue reality, the functional characteristics of the human body are still possessed, and they will also feel sleepy, hungry, and physically damaged, and in addition to animation effects, the degree of injury will be expressed in realistic injuries. The young man's nose was estimated to be not lightly injured, and the nosebleeds kept flowing, which was enough for him to drink for himself.
The young man hurriedly took out the toilet paper, rubbed it into two pieces and stuffed it into his nose, and then stopped it for a while.
I looked at the young man with two pieces of toilet paper hanging in his nostrils, like an elephant, he really didn't laugh when he held back, this person is really not ordinary unreliable.
I scratched my head, embarrassed for him.
Initiate a topic: "What do you call it?"
The young man's nose was not breathing, and he spoke in a sullen voice: "I am the founder of the Holy Sword Academy, and Brother Naochun can call me the Fist Sect." ”
Quite a domineering name.
I asked: "There was a little misunderstanding with your subordinates during the day, and thanks to this misunderstanding, we also have a little friendship, you must know what happened, I don't know what the boss of the fist sect means." ”
The Fist Sect lifted the big knife and carried it on his shoulder, quite pretending, and said loudly: "My principle is not to cooperate with outsiders in any form, but if it is to deal with the crusading army of the Great Demon King, maybe you can discuss it!"
I nodded: "We have a common enemy, which is the basic factor that led to our negotiations, but if we want to really cooperate, there are still many issues to be discussed, such as ......"
"Wait~" Fist Sect waved his hand, then frowned and lowered his head, and waved his hand again after a long time: "Go on~"
I was confused by his appearance, and thought that there was nothing wrong with this person, but I continued: "For example, the specific direction of our cooperation, as well as the management after cooperation, and tactics, etc., the most important thing is ......"
"Wait~ Hmm...... Go ahead~"
It was the same time just now, and this time I couldn't hold it back, and asked, "What are you doing here? I'm from a liberal arts background, and I still need you to help me divide my speech?"
Quan Zong snorted and laughed: "You misunderstood, my brain is slow, and I can't digest too much content at one time, so I listened to it." ”
What kind of disease is this?
Quan Zong pulled out the note in his nostrils, and after a while, the nosebleed had stopped, and he snorted twice and seemed quite comfortable: "I haven't asked Brother Naochun about his profession yet." ”
I had already thought of the line: "I don't need to talk about my gaming career, I make a living as a businessman and an investor." ”
Fist Sect scratched his head: "No wonder you have so many resources, if the cooperation is reached, how many resources is Brother Naochun willing to give to help us?"
I smiled and said, "Is it appropriate for us to gradually discuss the details of cooperation, I don't know how many of you are, what level of level, how can you determine how many resources to help." ”
Fist Sect nodded: "What Brother Naochun said makes sense, then Brother Lao will go back to the base with us, the details of our academy are there, you can see for yourself, you have seen my brain, and you can't remember those things at all." ”
I know that if I want to cooperate successfully, sooner or later, I have to go deep into their internal affairs, but I always have security in mind, but after careful analysis, they have no reason to harm me.
Then I just behaved more openly, and a good impression would definitely help me to recruit them in the future.
I said okay, the boss of the boxing sect will lead the way, and I will follow you to the base of your academy to open your eyes.
Boxing didn't show any special emotions, this person's brain was really slow, seeing that I agreed, he stood back on the motorcycle and asked me, "Do you ride one yourself or let someone carry it?"
I looked at the worn-out bicycles and the non-mainstream youths on bicycles, and I really didn't have any interest in it. I said no, I have my own transportation.
I raised my hand and beckoned behind me, and after a while, Wan Pei drove over with a monster truck and a horse-drawn cart pulling goods.
I got into the car under their envious gaze and said lead the way~
The Fist Sect jumped off the motorcycle and came over, and said with a solemn expression: "Every man has a dream of a monster truck, can I sit on it?"
I snorted: "Look at the girl, just look at the girl, what are you pulling in the car!"
"I don't have ......"
"Let's stop the nosebleed first. ”