The Last Mecha

Chapter 195
"I found something interesting." Kobayashi Kunihiko put on his gloves and picked up the gun in Watanabe's hand, "The Institute has developed a tracking pistol with Zhu Yan's appearance, and I have a few in my hand, which are not very lethal. , A bullet penetrating into the flesh is equivalent to burying a tracker Well, it looks like a shot has been fired, and I don’t know if it hit or not.”

"I know, I know it might be a trap, but it's already like this, what could be worse, don't you think, I also want to know who dared to do what happened tonight, don't end up with the Army idiots The note is on my head—hey, over there, have we brought the Zhu Yan tracker, if not, go back and get it, have you brought it? Very good, take it out."

A square iron box that was a circle larger than the gun body was brought up. The groove in the center was just enough for the pistol to be embedded in, and then the display screen linked by clusters of densely packed metal wires began to glow faintly.

Other than that, no other information appeared.

"Nothing, this is beyond my expectation." Kunihiko Kobayashi said to the end of the Qi pager, "I also thought it was a trap, but now I have changed my mind."

"No, it can't be that there is no signal when the bullet hits the ground, the soil layer can't stop Zhu Yan's characteristics, and the advantage of Zhu Yan is that once it hits, even if you take the bullet out, the marks on the human body will not disappear. "

"There are only two possibilities, either they were revived, or they are far away, no matter what, the other party is actively avoiding us. I remember, you have a super-powerful Zhuyan tracker in Jinmen. Right? Zhu Yan’s imprint can usually last two to three days in the human body tomorrow, send it to me before tomorrow.”

"Of course I know, I don't know who the bullet hit, and I know that the range of the high-power tracker can at most cover the city, but since the girl is still in Jiangsong, there must be a reason why she can't leave , or you can’t get out. Since you’re already so passive, it’s better to bet big.”

"I'm not afraid of making things worse. The relationship between Fusang and Xia people can't get any worse. Besides, Jiang Mulin and Breton are the only ones Jiang Song should pay attention to. Let's do it tomorrow night. Remember what I told you, Russell. Did that old slicker signal to cooperate with us? He wants Jiang’s life, whether he really doesn’t care, at least it’s a chance.”

"Do you still remember the question I asked before, which one does the military want more, the little girl or Jiang's head? I've always wanted to play this scene, but it's just the difference between a fake show and a real show."

"Okay, you have already told me the answer, so that's it. As for the matter in front of me, I will definitely report it to the cabinet, because they let go of such a good opportunity because of their own initiative. If you tell me that everything is fully prepared, maybe at this time We've come back without a hitch."

"Take it back? The fucking Ministry of War can't stand its own brat, put it on our site to die secretly, he dares to hit it back? Do the old Hoshino family know what they missed tonight, and how much it is a loss to the empire heavy?!"

"Okay, the mess they made, let the people in the Ministry of War explain it to the cabinet. I have already accumulated great virtue by helping the bodies of the three little devils back."

The leaden-gray thick clouds entrenched over Jiangsong did not dissipate slowly until dawn, and the heavy rain that fell all night made the city wet everywhere. Into the summer.

It wasn't until the newly born golden sun broke through the clouds, and the scorching sun in summer cast the scorching temperature on the ground again, that everything gradually returned to normal.

In the early morning, on Xuanjian Street in the Concession, in the Breton Mansion, Jon Russell was playing with a jade carved nothing-nothing card in his hand, humming rhythmically in his mouth.

"What good thing happened, so happy?"

Ola walked in with a stack of white papers, and put them gently on the table.

"I don't know if it's good news, but it's just interesting." Russell glanced at him and raised his eyebrows. "I received a message from Fusang from the president of the martial arts association, saying that he wants to find a partner with us and Jiang." A place to eat and talk about things."

"Oh?" Ola's eyeballs rolled twice, and he gently pinched the ring on his finger, and his voice suddenly became very soft, "This is a response to the idea you released with them before, wanting Jiang's life ?”

"Otherwise, I don't have any other relationship with them, it's just that Kobayashi Kunihiko hopes to invite Breton."

"Let us take the blame?"

"Actually, it's easy to understand. Fusang wants Jiang's life. Everyone in the world knows about this. If something happens, they will definitely not be able to escape. But we, he may not trust it. It's probably equivalent to a petition. Of course, there are also The reason for pulling us into the water together is inside."

"Did you promise?"

"Keep an eye out for the paper that comes out at noon—but that's not the interesting thing I'm talking about."

"what is that?"

"In addition to the Fusang people's message, I also received a letter." Russell took out a piece of yellowed letter paper from his pocket, held it between his fingers and gently raised it, "No signature."

The afternoon sun was still shining brightly.

In less than half a day, the high temperature took away the excess water vapor, and the old yellow dog with its tongue sticking out buried its paws in the mud, reluctantly feeling the last trace of moisture hidden in the land.

The Zen on the tree kept chirping, the warm wind blew across the window sill, the two halves of the gauze curtain danced, and the dazzling halo danced left and right on Nan Zhiyun's face.

She was so shaken that she frowned, then opened her eyes suddenly, sat up in a daze, and found that the wound on her arm had been carefully wiped and bandaged, and the strong smell of medicine leaked out from the bandage.

She looked around, the unfamiliar room, the clean sheets and curtains were filled with the smell of sunshine, and the tray at hand contained a few dishes of side dishes that would not lose their flavor even if they were cold, as well as two steamed buns, and a large bowl of tea.

"Goo-"

A loud voice came from the belly, Nan Zhiyun didn't hesitate much, just ate two steamed buns with this side dish, and swallowed a few big mouthfuls with a water glass, feeling alive again.

After finishing the work, she stood up and pushed open the door on her toes. In the courtyard not far away, the boy was sitting in the sun and fiddled with a palm-sized glass display in his hand.

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Wu Gou fiddled with the qi detection device in his hand. Since he got in touch with this device, the Arabic numerals on the wheel kept changing, and its behavior was not normal.

After confirming that it is not broken, there is only one reason left.

Overrun.

This is an old-fashioned other detection device. Although this kind of thing claims to be able to stably detect Qi below 10, in fact its threshold is not 10, but 9.99.

At the threshold of 10, he has entered the second stage of infinite approach, and before last night, his qi was still a long way from 9.9, and he even omitted the process of breaking through the limit.

This is all the effect of those glazed blood and the blood core.

More than that.

(End of this chapter)