I paid 50,000 yuan to buy two small n2 bomb bottles. When Qin Che was about to turn around and leave, the monk spoke again:

"Donor Qin, I wish you a good journey."

"Oh?" Qin Che turned around and looked at the monk who had started to shine again: "Why did you suddenly become polite today?"

"What I want to say is that this time I betrayal the customer's intelligence is also my arbitrary behavior."

The monk sighed and picked up the mechanical eel that was still twisting again: "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? In order to save the city of steel, I would rather fall into the evil path."

"I hope that the donor Qin can find those customers, stop their dangerous actions, and save Gangcheng from the bomb madman, which is also considered to be accumulating virtue."

"So you hope I will kill the person who bought the bomb, right?" Qin Che stared at the LED aperture behind the monk's head.

"That's exactly that." The monk nodded slightly.

"Then you still charge money?" Qin Che gave him a blank look.

"Public and private matters are clearly distinguished, and you cannot confuse them."

Looking at the monk's holy appearance with golden light, Qin Che smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll ask another question. If I can't stop that organization and the n2 bomb collapsed the entire city of Steel, what are you going to do?"

As soon as these words came out, the monk's eyes dimmed, he lowered his head slightly, and said softly: "Of course it is..."

"Are you still worried about your personal safety? Why not take advantage of the opportunity to buy the accident insurance that has just been launched in the black market! You only need 5,000 yuan in premiums, you can get a maximum compensation of 300,000 yuan, and you will no longer have to worry about being killed by a bomb!"

Facing the mechanical monk who quickly entered the sales state, Qin Che was silent for two seconds and sighed:

"Get out of your uncle."

...

After leaving the black market trading point, he called the scammer and asked about the bomb.

The scammers are not very clear about the situation where someone buys bombs on a large scale.

She seemed a little sleepy and kept yawning while talking.

Realizing that this guy was still in a state of lack of sleep, Qin Che decisively let her go and asked her to continue sleeping in the Dalton Hotel.

Although it seems that it has nothing to do with me, Qin Che does not intend to stand by and watch these weird bomb demons.

Three hundred and seventy small N2 bombs are not a small number. In addition, those guys might even get large N2 bombs, so they definitely plan to do a big deal.

The news of buying bombs in large quantities will not last long, and those guys will not take action in a long time.

Compared with their "fireworks party", the pioneers' celebrations will also be overshadowed.

If the City of Steel was blown up like this, his house in Eden would be destroyed.

Although you can live in a circus entertainment company in the Great Poverty Leader, the focus of the problem is not here, but...

"How can you not bring one of you to do such a thing?"

When Qin Che thought of someone planning to do a big job without him being present, he felt his blood pressure rise.

Even if you really want to razed the City of Steel to the ground, you must do it yourself. How can you allow these mistballs to take the lead?

In order to achieve the chaos index, we must stop these bomb demons from being crazy. Even if we cannot stop it, we must find a way to join them and successfully harvest the chaos index of the Flat Steel City!

When Qin Che thought of this, he felt a heavy sense of mission pressing on his shoulders, and his pace of walking on the street became much stronger.

After arriving at home, seeing that Lin Yu had not come back, Qin Che sat in front of the computer and opened the email to check the video sent by the monk.

The video was shot from first person perspective and was apparently recorded by machine merchants in the black market.

The bomb buyers appearing in the camera are of different heights, fatness, and thinness.

These people are very cautious, using masks and goggles to cover their faces tightly, and wearing big hats on their heads, so they can't see their appearance clearly. They can only tell from their voice that they are all men, but they may also use voice changers:

"I'll buy n2 bombs."

"Small n2 bomb, thank you."

"Give me two bombs!"

"Hey, I want to buy something..."

Their speaking styles are completely different, and their tone and tone are also very different. Although they appear in different time periods and places, it should not be the same person.

Of course, there is another possibility: this person is wearing the holographic projection camouflage clothing of the scammer.

Or, that's the trickster himself.

Qin Che thought for a moment, rode on the sand motorcycle and galloped towards a RV restaurant in the desert.

It’s time to get to know your “partners”.

...

At night.

The abyss area that had just experienced the war was much more desolate than before.

The gang members that were usually all over the street had long disappeared, and now there were only a few scattered brothers, hiding in the shadows on the street smoking cigarettes, and the light of fire was lit.

A popular idol of the Steel City wearing a black cloak, stepped on the blood-stained street, heading towards the palace-shaped building directly in front of it.

Just before she arrived at the Scorpio Gang headquarters, she was stopped by several fully armed semi-mechanical guards:

"Who are you?"

Lin Yu took off his hood, revealing his slightly curly brown hair and drooping orange cat ears.

"Ah, it's half...Miss Lin Yu, please come in quickly, please come in quickly!"

Since Lin Yu had been here several times before, the guards of the Scorpio Gang headquarters were not wary of her at all. He immediately made way for the position in front of the main entrance and welcomed him into the headquarters: "The leader of the gang is in the living room."

"Yes." Lin Yu nodded.

Looking at the girl's calm appearance, the mechanical guard thought about it, but still couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with Miss Lin today? It seems that you are very unscrupulous."

"I'm fine..."

Lin Yu waved his hand without looking back and walked towards the living room of the Scorpio Gang headquarters.

On the mural beside the wall, heavy armored warriors holding beam guns were slaughtering demons frantically, stepping on several skulls under their feet.

She slowly walked to the living room, opened the door, and escaped into a thick shadow.

The lights were not turned on in the room, and Lin Yu's eyes lit up green light, and his gaze immediately switched to night vision mode.

Then, she saw the tentacles dancing in the darkness.

"What's wrong?" Xia Ye's voice was still gentle: "I'm going to sleep."

"Little Xia Ye..."

Lin Yu said in a hoarse voice: "I want you to do me a favor."

"Um."

Xia Ye turned around, raised his head and drank a bottle of inhibitor. The peristalsis of the tentacles slowed down a lot: "Just tell me directly."

"I suspect Qin Che is planning something on my back."

Lin Yu coughed and stared at his hands: "What's wrong with him recently."

"He often did this." Xia Ye smiled: "Aren't you used to it long ago?"

"No, this time is different from usual. He seems a little... even more excited."

Lin Yu shook his head: "He has been mingling with that trickster recently. He didn't know where he went last time. After he came back, he was covered in blood and an indescribable stench."

"Maybe it fell into the septic tank." Xia Ye said softly.

"It's not that stench, it's the stench of the corpse, and it's the kind that has been dead for a long time."

Lin Yu gritted his teeth tightly: "And don't you think the City of Steel is getting more and more chaotic these days?"

"I'm meditating and not watching the news." Xia Ye replied.

Facing her best friend who was not nervous, Lin Yu sighed:
Chapter completed!