Being obsessed with killing, I became a knife crusher

"I understand what you mean. After seeing outstanding combat talents, you want to use me as a promotional template to promote weapons, right?"

"I just like chatting with smart people, what do you think?"

Sima Weizhi said with a smile.

Moyin has basically been cleverly guided by her in the direction of her words, and the next step is just to go through business negotiations as usual.

Thinking about it, Mo Yin felt like he had extremely high fighting talent, so he couldn't have such high abilities in the mall. What followed was a wonderful predatory battle. Thinking of this, Sima Weizhi couldn't help but stretch out his fan. His tongue licked the corner of his mouth seductively.

"Actually, I don't plan to increase my IP ranking excessively for the time being. The effect as a publicity is not good."

"Huh? OK, you become a policeman but don't want to improve your IP ranking? Then, why do you want to become a policeman?"

Mo Yin's unconventional answer stunned Sima Weizai.

The so-called IP organization of the police can be said to be the only target of the police partners. As long as the IP is at the top, you can get higher employment fees, privileges, and access to some confidential information. It can be said that all police organizations want to improve as much as possible. of data.

Now she felt more and more that she could no longer understand the kind-faced black-haired young man in front of her.

"This is up to you to guess, I can't say."

Mo Yin slowly shook his head.

"Yin, there is news about that matter."

Desert Eagle, who returned to the tea table, answered.

"I understand, Wei Zhi, I have something to deal with now. Judging from your appearance, let's meet again next time. I will bring my chips to see you then."

"Ah, then I will sweep the couch and wait for you. Before that, why don't you exchange contact information first?"

Sima Weizhi immediately recovered from the chaos and elegantly asked for Mo Yin's contact information.

"Hey, I thought you didn't bring your cell phone. I remember kimonos don't have pockets."

Mo Yin looked at Sima Weiwei with some curiosity. For the sake of aesthetics, the kimono was not designed with pockets for carrying items, so he thought Sima Weiwei brought an iron fan as a weapon.

"Ah, I don't need pockets."

Sima Weiwei took out a cute pink mobile phone from Oppai.

"!!!Can this still happen??"

"Of course. If you're interested, it's okay to let you experience these peaches next time we meet."

Sima Weizhi showed a mature smile and placed the heavy fruit on the tea table.

"That's really exciting."

After exchanging contact information with Sima Weiwei, Mo Yin turned around and left with the three Desert Eagles.

The thing Desert Eagle was referring to was naturally the fact that yesterday he asked her to go to major intelligence companies to search for traces of the gastrea that swallowed the legacy of the Seven Stars in the original work.

The so-called Seven-Star Legacy is a summoning medium that can summon fifth-level gastrula.

He still has no way to protect all the lolita, so naturally he can't let Zhizi Yingyin and his daughter get this prop.

Once the stage five gastrula are summoned, they will inevitably be accompanied by a tide of gastrula similar to a zombie tide.

These protointestinal animals would definitely need to be stopped by police partners, which would lead to the death of a large number of lolita, so he decided to keep this war-causing prop in his own place until all the lolita were safe. , and together with the zombie virus he brought, he will bring divine punishment to the ungrateful humans in this world.

So he must get this item earlier than everyone else.

That's why he asked Desert Eagle to offer exorbitant prices to various intelligence companies yesterday for information on this gastrea.

And the power of money did not disappoint him, and he found the whereabouts of the gastrea within just one day.

Desert Eagle stopped a taxi and then took Moyin and others to the intelligence company where the mission was completed.

"If you don't ask for money, power...status...what do you want after all?"

In front of the tea table, Sima Weizhi slowly drank tea while recalling the brief conversation just now.

Chapter 14 TMP, shut him up

Xinze Intelligence Company.

Moyin is sitting in a conference hall, and the projection screen not far away is a picture taken by a satellite from a long distance.

"Mr. Moyin, in accordance with your request, we called up three days of satellite monitoring data, and used a lot of manpower and material resources to analyze it, and finally locked in this gastrula with jumping spider genes in one day."

"Although this is only a first-stage gastrula, we still mobilized a lot of resources for this. Do you think this is a commission?"

The technicians standing aside rubbed their hands and looked at Mo Yin expectantly.

In addition, there were two groups of policemen standing by the door with two lolita, obviously deployed to prevent Moyin from running away without paying.

There was even a POS machine and a card reader on the table not far away.

"Don't worry, the commission promised before will be paid to you, Sha Ying, go and complete the transaction."

Moyin snapped his fingers.

Desert Eagle immediately took out his bank card and walked to the POS machine.

"Mr. Moyin, our company also has two police organizations with top [-] IPs. If you are interested, as long as you pay enough remuneration, they can capture this gastrea alive for you. What do you think? "

Seeing that Moyin was so wealthy, the technical staff of the intelligence company immediately planned to add Amway services.

"No, I'll go there myself. Do you have any transportation? Prepare the best one for me. Money is not an issue."

Mo Yin raised his hand and said indifferently.

"Ah, actually our company also has a cooperative relationship with a helicopter transportation company, but this trip costs 2000 million yen... After all, outside the giant stone monument is the territory of gastrula, and there are also various dangers. If a gastrula flies, the pilot of the helicopter also risks great risks to his life... Do you think?"

"Sha Ying, give them an additional 5000 million yen. This helicopter will take me out within 10 minutes."

Mo Yin said indifferently.

"receive."

"Then I will arrange a helicopter for you. This is my business card. Please accept it. If you have any business in the future, our company will definitely provide you with the best service."

The technician respectfully pushed a business card in front of Moyin, and then quickly ran out of the conference room.

"Hmph, kid, even a first-order gastrea is not an enemy that can be underestimated. A guy like you with delicate skin and tender flesh who has never experienced combat is likely to die if you go there. We should be responsible here. For this kind of thing, you just have to pay for it."

A pair of policemen standing at the door saw that they had no business of their own, and immediately became alarmist.

"TMP, shut him up and stop killing people."

Mo Yin, who closed his eyes to rest, gave a calm order without even looking at the other party.

"you!!!"

The man who was ignored by Mo Yin was furious and was about to pull out the battle ax from his waist, but suddenly stopped in a cold sweat.

The blade of a bright kitchen knife was already placed on his Adam's apple.

The man looked down in disbelief. The cat-eared girl who had been clinging to Mo Yin just now rushed to him in an instant.

He could already feel the warm blood slowly overflowing from his cut skin. Obviously, as long as the cat-eared girl thought about it, he would probably be dead.

"Yeah. I'm sorry."

"Get out of here and stay out of the way."

TMP glanced at the man coldly, turned his hand and put the kitchen knife into his sleeve.

The man who saved his life grabbed his starter and ran out of the conference room without looking back.

Upon seeing this, the other group of police officers hesitated for a moment, bowed respectfully to Mo Yin, and carefully exited the conference room.

Five minutes later, the technical staff of the intelligence company returned to the conference room. They were not surprised by the departure of the two groups of police officers, and enthusiastically sent the three of Merkel and Silver onto the helicopter.

Under the control of the pilot, the helicopter quickly took off, and then Moyin saw a 1.6-kilometer-high stone monument standing quietly on the spot.

It is hard to imagine that such a huge city wall was made by human hands, but when humans face extinction, their strong desire to survive can create many miracles.

Mo Yin couldn't help but sigh.

Of course, there are scum among them. For example, Tendou XX, who was contracted to make huge stone monuments and planned to profit from it, was clearly on the verge of extinction, but he dared to steal the construction materials and build a shoddy project for personal gain.

This once again proves that excessive greed leads to destruction.

The helicopter slowly crossed over the huge black stone monument below, and the helicopter pilot began to become a little nervous.

After all, there must be all kinds of gasterozoans outside the barrier, and this mission is a complete gamble.

However, people die for money and birds die for food. One flight can earn more than 2000 million yen, so he still accepted the task.

A large number of plants below the helicopter have become huge due to the gastroenterovirus, and have appeared in various strange shapes, which can't help but give people a sense of danger in the forest of death.

From time to time, various gigantic gastrula mixed with strange animal genes can be seen on the ground, which makes the helicopter pilot's palms sweat a little.

Fortunately, the height of the helicopter was high enough so that these gasterozoans could not attack the helicopter.

"Mr. Moyin, the target has been discovered. Do you think we can return?"

When the pilot discovered a giant spider-type gastrea that used spider silk and legs to form gliding wings, he immediately said with relief.

"Fly to the right and try to keep a parallel distance from it. My children will snipe at it."

"Ah? This, this is too dangerous. Once discovered by this gastrea, we will crash as long as we are sprayed with spider silk!"

The driver said with a pale face.

"If you don't drive it, I'll leave you behind and drive it myself."

Mo Yin put his hand on the driver's shoulder with an indifferent expression, and at the same time faintly revealed the aura of a superior.

He was also the lord of a city in the original world. In less than a minute, the pilot was overwhelmed by Mo Yin's momentum. He honestly controlled the helicopter to lower its altitude and flew parallel to the gliding jumping spider.

"M200, shoot it down."

Moyin opened the door, and the M200 was already lying on the ground of the aircraft and taking aim.

At the same time, the jumping spider also noticed the existence of the helicopter, and slowly twisted its body in the air. Just when the pilot with a pale face was about to explain here today, an armor-piercing bullet tore the jumping spider apart. The huge body of the jumping spider suddenly tilted, losing its balance and falling towards the ground.

"The spider leg hit, which destroyed the target's gliding balance. Do you want to continue sniping?"

"No, land."

Moyin patted the helicopter pilot on the shoulder.

"No, no, no, we will die if we go down there. There are many, many terrible gastrea animals down there! I don't want your money anymore, please let me go back."

This time, the driver shook his head like a rattle with a look of fear on his face and refused desperately.

Chapter 15 Recycling items that caused destruction

"Tsk, forget it, just put a rope to pick me up later."

Mo Yin sighed and walked towards the cabin door after speaking.

Judging from the expression on the helicopter pilot's face, he probably wouldn't land unless he actually dropped him.

Although the three tactical dolls here have helicopter driving modules, it will be very troublesome after returning, so it is better not to force them here.

"You, what are you going to do?"

The driver looked at Mo Yin with a puzzled look.

"Go down and collect my loot."

Moyin shrugged and jumped out of the helicopter.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The helicopter pilot trembled with fright and shouted in panic. God knows that the sponsor who paid a sky-high price this time will jump directly from the sky because he refused to land.

How could he meet such a mentally disturbed sponsor? He felt overwhelmed when he thought that the transportation expenses for this trip might be wasted and compensation might be involved.

"Why are you howling? My dear is fine. Just lower the height and wait for him to come up."

TMP glanced at the helicopter pilot displeasedly, took out a kitchen knife and gestured.

"Okay, okay."

Although he didn't quite believe what TMP said, he didn't want to make the trip in vain, so he quickly controlled the helicopter to land slowly downwards.

Mo Yin, who jumped from the helicopter, made a tumbling action the moment he landed, changing most of the kinetic energy converted from gravitational potential energy into another direction, and the remaining kinetic energy was not a problem for his body strengthened by the collapse fluid.

The jumping spider-type first-order gastrea whose spider legs were penetrated by the M200 sprayed a stream of spider silk at Mo Yin without saying a word.