Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

"Tell me in detail?" Fang Qingyun's eyes lit up. Construction is not something that can be accomplished overnight. It is quite normal to use ten years as the unit of time. He originally planned to make a five-year plan, but now it seems that it may only take five months?

"On the one hand, the time near the location of the holy artifact will be affected." Evelyn wrote and drew on the paper: "The approximate coverage area is the entire Wolf Fort, and at most extends to the area within a radius of ten kilometers. This part happens to be all the upper layer. The flow rate of time in the area is the same as that in the other world, but the flow rate of time in other places in hell is about twelve times that of the other world."

"Will this result in a waste of time?" Fang Qingyun clicked his tongue, realizing that his way of speaking was too jumpy: "I should ask this question, the time flow rate is twelve times, does it mean twelve times the speed or twelve times the time?"

After disassembling it, Evelin understood what Fang Qingyun meant. Going through a month at twelve times the speed and going through twelve months at one times the speed were two different concepts. The latter was to spend a year normally, but the former was to die at full speed. What did twelve times the speed mean? Two hours was equivalent to one day. What could you do in two hours? Nothing was accomplished except wasting time.

"It's twelve times the time," Evelyn answered Fang Qingyun's question, "In other words, after passing through the barrier formed by the holy artifact, the time outside becomes one year. In this way, we can build outside where the time flow is slower, and then go back inside to fast forward."

"Farming at twelve times the speed, good, that's very powerful." Fang Qingyun gave his own evaluation. You know, industrialization is not something that can be completed overnight. At Fang Qingyun's current age, he may have to wait until he is old to build hell before he can enter the modern society.

It’s different now. Just plan what to do in advance and then go back to the holy vessel and wait. The factory has been in operation for sixty years, but Fang Qingyun feels that only five years have passed. Isn’t this speed of technological advancement fast?

"Back to the question just now, if hell and the other world are connected, then the timelines of the two will approach each other at a high speed, eventually leading to the same flow rate...but the overall ratio of one month equals one year will not change." Evelyn's words put an end to Fang Qingyun's idea of ​​taking advantage of loopholes. Otherwise, he could use the time difference between the flow rates of hell and the other world to achieve twelve times acceleration in battle.

For example, if the opponent slashed at him, as long as Fang Qingyun reacted and entered the outer circle of hell, he would be able to slow down the opponent's attack by twelve times and thus respond calmly. But now it seems that this attempt to take advantage of the loophole has been rejected before it even started.

As if realizing what Fang Qingyun was thinking, Evelyn comforted Fang Qingyun: "Although you can't slow down time with this opportunistic method, you can use hell-related spells. You can just practice it when the time comes."

Fang Qingyun thought for a moment that he had come to the world of Dungeons & Dragons. Are there spells related to Hell? He recalled what he had seen and heard before, but he didn't feel anything. Although the resurrection of those zombies did use the energy of Hell, this kind of superficial application to create a systematic subject like spells is no more difficult than an elementary school student solving the Four Color Theorem. Isn't it pure nonsense?

Seeing how wide Fang Qingyun's eyes were, Evelyn cooperated and put on an expression that a city dweller looked at a country bumpkin as if he was ignorant: "Although Lady Viola can't use those spells, the officers in charge of command can still use them. The most basic 'War Preparation Recruitment' can temporarily recruit a corpse to revive as a zombie to fight. The advanced 'Army of the Dead' can pull out a division of armed infantry from the cemetery. Hell magic can do it."

"But there are only 50,000 elite soldiers in Hell... Are you sure this is what the 'Army of the Dead' looks like?" Seeing Evelyn exaggerating, Fang Qingyun couldn't help but ask the question in his heart. This sentence successfully froze Evelyn's smug expression on her face. It seemed like there was another hidden story?

"The main reason is that there aren't enough guns to equip them." Evelyn turned her head away, which gave her a little more confidence than keeping her head down. "The zombies have been summoned, but guns can't appear out of thin air...so the largest army of the dead was a temporary battalion of more than 300 people to fill the trenches. The shampooer made hell a mess, and the production capacity was only enough to give each person a pistol, and they were all shot up in one round."

"Six" Fang Qingyun's mood was so complicated that he didn't know how to describe it. Endless manpower, endless resources, but under such circumstances, he could still end up in such a miserable state. No wonder this shampooer who was resurrected three times had to be resurrected three times. It turned out that the first few times he restarted the computer and found that the registry was wrong, right?

"Okay, let's not talk about that unlucky thing now. We said we were going to make suggestions, but it turned into a grievance meeting." Fang Qingyun shook his head. He took out the certificate of ownership of Hell that he had obtained. This thing is not just a certificate, but also a tablet that records the development of Hell in real time. It shows all kinds of conditions of the territory, but it is simplified in digital form. "Let's take a look at the problems we currently have. First of all, where does our labor force come from?"

There is not much information displayed on the certificate at present, but there are three messages with warning red exclamation marks. It seems that the development of hell has become so critical that it must be taken care of.

The first is the problem of population. Currently, the population growth of Hell is basically stagnant. There are no raw materials to produce more people, resulting in Hell being in a situation where its income is not enough to cover its expenses.

Next is the development situation. Currently, this is the only developed area in the entire hell, which is generally counted as a city. However, this city is a bit miserable. There are only four buildings recorded in the property rights certificates, namely the recycler, incubator, command center and hell factory. The hell factory is still in a semi-damaged state, and the incubator and recycler are also idle.

"First... tell me, what is a recycler?" Fang Qingyun asked Evelyn one by one while holding the property certificate. The most taboo thing now is to give blind orders. The result of not adapting to local conditions is to go in the wrong direction.

"Recycler." Evelyn took out a pen and began to write and draw. "The recycler can be understood as a waste recycling station in a factory. It recycles waste to obtain useful parts, and recasts the rest. However, here we recycle zombies to obtain raw materials such as flesh and blood, and then use the flesh and blood for further production."

"What about the hatching pool?" Fang Qingyun continued to ask. The name was so weird that he complained: "This name sounds like a Zerg building..."

"The incubation pool is a building where raw blood and flesh materials are put in to give birth to new zombies. It is named the incubation pool because it looks like a river. However, the scale of the incubation pool is not large enough to produce elite fighters. It can only produce some zombies that can use guns." Evelyn added: "Also, there is not enough blood and flesh materials now, so we can only stop for the time being."

Chapter 50.5 I must start a bipolar Vampire Coast game right away

"Since we all come out of the river, why don't we change the name?" Fang Qingyun suddenly had an idea. The main reason was that the name of the hatchery was too ugly. It reminded people of the hissing sound and the crawling sound of limbs colliding.

"...So what do you want to change it to?" Evelin paused with her pen in hand, waiting for Fang Qingyun's next words.

"I think we can call it the Holy Grail River. After all, we all come out of the river to complete the class leap. The difference between becoming a living saint and a dead saint should not be that big." Fang Qingyun gave his own idea. As his only possible territory in the future, hell should have some popularity, otherwise it will be dead and dull. This atmosphere feels like the street lamp is missing two capitalists to decorate it.

"Okay," Evelyn agreed. The moment she agreed, the name of the incubation pool in the property ownership certificate in Fang Qingyun's hand quietly changed to the Holy Grail River.

"I won't ask about the command center. This is easy to understand. Then what is this large hell factory used for?" Fang Qingyun continued the topic that had just been unfinished.

"A large hell factory is a mobile hell machine, but it is not used for combat, but for mobile mining. A large one is about 100 meters long and 50 meters wide, and three to five stories high. A medium one is one-third shorter, and a small one is one-third shorter. The machines inside it can process minerals and cast them into hell steel with excellent physical and magical properties, which can be used to produce various war machines and elite fighters."

Evelyn added, "It's just that we don't have any more advanced military processing plants right now. We don't even have the ability to manufacture other firearms and explosives. We need the half-damaged Hell Factory to work overtime. The Hell Factory can't be operated now because its tracks are paralyzed. If we want to maintain our expenses, we can only survive by mining manually."

"Then where do we get the raw materials of flesh and blood?" Fang Qingyun asked, "Were they captured from the human world? I see that the efficiency of flesh and blood is 70% of the normal level."

"No one was captured." Evelyn looked a little helpless. "We went to move the bodies of the dead empty shell zombies around. Because they were too scattered, the work was not carried out very well. As for the living empty shell zombies, we have no plans to clean them up for the time being. Maybe sometimes we will need them to take on the responsibility of cannon fodder. Just a bait can turn them into a tide of zombies, and the bodies can be recycled."

To sum up, the dilemma of Hell now is this: after the shampooer died, a large number of troops and empty shell zombies poured into Hell, the maintenance materials needed by the army skyrocketed, the Hell factory was half damaged, resulting in insufficient productivity, and most of the labor maintenance materials were occupied by the army, resulting in insufficient labor. Insufficient labor made it difficult to repair the Hell factory and thus increase productivity. This is a vicious circle that must be cut off from one link.

"...Don't you want to consider another question?" Fang Qingyun rubbed his brows, thought about it in combination with the actual situation, and then put forward his own idea: "We don't have this kind of special war of annihilation now, and we don't need to retain such a strong combat power and short-term mobilization ability. We can lure these cannon fodders over and let them walk into the recycling device to be recycled into flesh and blood materials, instead of leaving these materials with legs unused."

"...Are you sure?" Evelyn was a little skeptical: "If you are sure there is no large-scale battle to fight, we can transform all these empty shell zombies, okay?"

"It's definitely not going to happen." Fang Qingyun imagined the social security situation in [Dona Dona]. At best, it was a gang fight. How big could it be? A thousand soldiers would be sufficient. Normally, a hundred people would be enough. There was no need for cannon fodder who could only bite and swing melee weapons.

During World War II, brainless zombies were basically useless. Dona Dona has a modern and peaceful worldview after all. If zombies appeared on the streets, let alone whether it would cause huge social unrest, just their horrific combat power... It would be difficult for them to play a role in front of modern armies.

“Okay, I’ll cross it out now,” Evelin nodded.

"Also, the maintenance expenses here seem a bit high... Empty shell zombies don't need supplies to maintain them, right?" Fang Qingyun asked Evelyn uncertainly.

"Actually... all zombies don't need it. They only need to absorb the hell energy emitted by the holy weapon to maintain their activities. Most of the materials needed for maintenance are spent on weapons." Evelyn's meaning was very simple. Empty shell zombies were just cannon fodder anyway, and the materials produced by the factory would not be used to maintain their weapons.

As long as the hollow zombies can block bullets, their role is to act as cannon fodder and shields, although there is a greater probability that they will not waste much of the opponent's ammunition.

"It's a bit tricky... How many troops do we have now? I mean the regular troops, excluding those elite thugs and special pilots and the like." Fang Qingyun gestured. Maintaining the troops would cost a high price. It would be better to disarm and develop the troops than to keep such a bunch of troops to die. It would be better to disband them and engage in construction instead of keeping them to earn maintenance fees. Anyway, no one can get into hell.

"As for the number of troops..." Evelyn thought for a moment and gave a more uncertain figure: "About 10,000. Only this many of the original 50,000 elite troops are left. Apart from these 10,000, the rest are just empty shells of zombies, and are of little use."

"Let's lay off the troops first," Fang Qingyun set a general policy: "Let's lay off about a thousand people first, retain all the elite fighters and pilots, and let the remaining nine thousand people lay down their weapons. This will save the cost of maintaining nine thousand people, and let them carry corpses around to recover more manpower and serve as labor. If it doesn't work, borrow some bait grenades from the resistance army and let those empty shell zombies jump into the machine by themselves."

“…You’re still the best capitalist.” Evelin’s hand holding the pen paused, but she still quickly wrote this down.

"It should be the harvest season now, right? We can drive the functioning hell factories to the lower level, and take away those soldiers who don't have enough intelligence to carry corpses and induce empty shell zombies. We can use the new labor force created to mine with pickaxes. It's better than nothing." Fang Qingyun thought about it.

After blind command resulted in heavy casualties among the elite troops, the shampooer supplemented some soldiers and formed the so-called Royal Guards. It turned out that they did not inherit the combat effectiveness of the predecessor with that name. Instead, most of them were the kind of people who could not even shoot accurately with a gun and could not throw a grenade. It can only be said that it was a good thing that they did not inherit some of the style of that name.

Among the 10,000 soldiers, apart from the truly elite fighters and pilots, a considerable number of the remaining infantry were just there to make do. It had reached the point where anyone who could hold a gun without losing a limb would be drafted in to serve as a soldier.

Some zombies' arms are naturally angled to hold up to guns, so we just incorporate them into the army. Those that can wave their hands around with one hand and whose fingers have a contraction reaction are also brought in as infantry. Isn't this nonsense?

Fang Qingyun didn’t know. If things were to go by this logic, how did the shampooer destroy the world in the first place?

How dare they let these empty shell zombies jump into the machine to be recycled and made into new soldiers? Most likely, they will fall into the machine before the empty shells and be crushed into flesh and blood materials. It is better to take them to mine first. Now one person is a force. When we have the ability later, we can take these miscellaneous brands to be "recast".

"…The tracks of the Hell Factory are damaged and it cannot be opened for the time being," Evelyn emphasized.

"Then we'll do manual work first...but this road has to be repaired...I don't know much about this, you should consider whether it's faster to repair the road or the track, you're an expert in this area." Fang Qingyun was not sure about the efficiency of collecting materials needed to repair the tracks, so he left this to professionals to consider and did not express any other opinions.

"Is there anything else you want to add?" Evelyn wrote down all of Fang Qingyun's descriptions, including the various modal particles and other words he used when pondering over words, to make sure she had not misunderstood.

"There is one more thing," Fang Qingyun suddenly remembered and said seriously, "If ten thousand can be reduced to one thousand, the weapons will definitely be enough. The weapons only need to be maintained at the most basic level. The bullets can be placed in the armory and used when needed."

"And I have an idea." Fang Qingyun suddenly came up with a good idea: "Do we need some normal factory machines? Or, can normal factory machines be converted into a hell factory?"

"That's possible," Evelyn nodded. "We just need enough flesh and blood to act as the power source, plus some hell steel modules, to fold up the entire production line and start it."

"Then we can go to the human world to find Karl." Fang Qingyun proposed a win-win scenario, which means I win twice: "Let's help expel the empty shell zombies in exchange for about 50% of the ownership of the machines. Wouldn't that mean we have enough blood and flesh materials and earn the machines we need?"

This proposal really hit the sore spot of humanity. Originally, due to the power change in hell, although the death of the shampooer took a large number of zombies with him, the number of humans is still insignificant compared to the empty shell zombies that existing humans need to face.

A large number of factories and machines are surrounded by hollow zombies. It is not an easy task to clear out such a large number of zombies. If you are not careful, you will run out of bullets, and there are still a large number of zombies and they are attracted by the gunshots, which will eventually lead to the destruction of the whole group.

This has led to a vicious circle. If you want bullets, you have to fight zombies, and if you want to fight zombies, you need bullets. Humans may be having a headache about this now, and Fang Qingyun's proposal is just right. It satisfies their desire to have machines for production, and by the way, they can get rid of the empty shell zombies without suffering any casualties.

I would call this a true win-win proposal where both parties win twice.

"Leave this to me." Evelyn put the pen into the pen cap: "I am not talented, but I am good at diplomacy."

"Let's talk about military matters later." Fang Qingyun stretched lazily. Viola and Evelyn had a lot of things to deal with now, so he didn't say anything more to add to the pressure. In fact, according to his idea, no matter what aspect of hell, it would be best to make it as universal as possible. Don't make bullets of all calibers. Just unify them. Small caliber is a real number, so there is no need to set up so many bullet production lines. By then, the logistics allocation alone will be enough to make people drink a pot.

And the caliber of the bullet has to be made bigger. Who knows what monsters we might encounter in the future? In the real world, 5.56mm and 5.8mm are used because humans and bulletproof vests basically have this much defense. If the caliber is made bigger, one shot will kill one person. It is better to make it smaller to reduce recoil. In addition, small-caliber bullets will shatter when they hit the human body, which can cause larger wounds.

For Qingyun, it is not advisable to copy previous experience. He cannot predict what kind of enemies he will encounter in the future. He has no choice but to be cautious. If the bullets are made too small and lack power and penetration, he will be helpless when encountering infantry enemies that are difficult to penetrate.

Anyway, zombies' ability to resist weapon recoil is much stronger than that of humans. If that doesn't work, they can be transformed with flesh and blood technology. At least they can create zombies that can shoot with machine guns as easily as eating or drinking. But once bullets are made smaller, there will be no room for retreat.

Chapter 51: I have a dream, which is to become...what is that star?

After solving the problem of hell, Fang Qingyun will focus on himself. It is not easy to save up this little fortune now. It is not worth it to get carried away by a few sister cards and do something irrational. It is also a foolish act to daydream in advance when he has not completely ensured his survival.

What Fang Qingyun needs to do now is to strengthen his own cards, at least to make the cards cooperate with each other, and preferably with the hero's skills.

Any deck has its weaknesses, and Fang Qingyun hopes that his cards can have multiple forms, so that they can not only face the opponent's extreme fast attack head-on and be impregnable, but also fight with medium-speed and slow decks for late-stage resources and create a war potential. This is Fang Qingyun's dream. Although it sounds unrealistic to ordinary people, it is precisely because of its unrealistic nature that it has value to be realized.

He wants to create a new affix, one that can give the card a variety of abilities.

But it's too early to talk about those things now. The most urgent task is to strengthen his own deck. Fang Qingyun never thinks that he is invincible. He can only try to think twice before making a decision... and this level may not be enough to face those monsters among the seniors. What he can do now is to strengthen the attributes and effects of all cards, to be able to break ten skills with one force, so as to leave enough room for error for himself as much as possible.

No matter how many conspiracy techniques one has, they are all paper tigers in the face of absolute power.

Now this is just an idea, but Fang Qingyun feels that he might face a new problem, which is another crisis he is facing now.

This time he came to a world that was supposedly full of guns and fire, blood and sacrifice. Fang Qingyun should have experienced the helplessness and sadness of the rebels here, became good friends with Carl, and at most chatted with the guy named Jun in the protagonist group as a Chinese. But he just brought back a Viola and an Evelyn from such an extremely realistic world. In the future, wouldn't he have to bring back dozens of them in his daily life?

Although this description is a bit disrespectful to the two of them, this was really how Fang Qingyun felt when he picked up Viola. He clearly felt that Viola was a two-dimensional being that grew on his XP and came to reality. However, after being together for less than five minutes, Viola was able to calm Fang Qingyun down with her generous, serious and occasionally nonsensical behavior.

Isn't this very strange? As a healthy adult, Fang Qingyun should have had some intimate and intense physical behavior with Viola, who walked out of a painting, at an age when his peers had done certain things. But he didn't, and he didn't even have any further behavior or impulse. Instead, he was satisfied with such a simple contact with Viola.

Fang Qingyun asked Viola this question when Evelin was not around, and Viola gave an answer that made Fang Qingyun laugh and cry: because Fang Qingyun is still an ordinary person with a moral bottom line, Viola is temporarily keeping a distance in a way that Fang Qingyun is more comfortable with... This doesn't mean that she wants to keep Fang Qingyun hanging or anything, but rather encourages Fang Qingyun to get rid of the scum.

Because although Fang Qingyun at this time considered himself to be a pure love warrior, Viola knew that Fang Qingyun might fall in love with everyone he met at any time. By then, he would have obtained inhuman powers and his worldview would naturally be different from that of normal people. Since this matter is likely to be unstoppable, it is better to give it a push. In this way, if you meet talents who have the driving force for the development of hell in the early stage, you will not miss them.

Therefore, what she did was equivalent to giving Fang Qingyun the right to... start a harem. This should have made people happy, but Fang Qingyun only felt at a loss.

Later, Fang Qingyun also refuted Viola, who said that the relationship between men and women can only be lovers? Brothers and sisters and friends are also possible. But soon Viola's words completely blocked him, do you think that if you leave a deep impression on a woman in a short period of time, the relationship between the two sides will become so pure?

This is indeed the problem. Fang Qingyun has to admit that in terms of emotional control, Viola's analysis is more thorough.

It was a simple day of school life. Fang Qingyun did not show off his muscles, but he successfully cooled down his brain. Having gained muscles, he began to reflect on his behavior. Such rash showing off could easily expose his abnormality. If someone found out and took notice of him, it would be a waste of time.

Fang Qingyun would reflect on it every time, but next time he encountered such a thing, he still didn't learn his lesson and remained in that careless state. Fang Qingyun called it: Schrödinger's mind.

Sometimes I think things are complicated and I am extra careful, but sometimes I am as naive as if I have no brains at all, and my eyes are always filled with tears.

The day ended quickly. Fang Qingyun handed his clothes to Evelyn and lay down on the bed obediently. With the information given by the Book of Destiny, he roughly determined the map of the next world's Yazongyi City. In this way, no matter where the "birth point" was, Fang Qingyun could accurately find his target.

His goal today was simple, to first determine the time point, to see how far the plot had progressed, and if possible, to find a new safe house.

Fang Qingyun now has to play the role of a new anti-Asian organization. If there is no dedicated base for the organization, it would seem too shabby.

The familiar feeling of weightlessness was like a baseball bat hitting the back of the head. Under the dual stimulation of tingling and dizziness, Fang Qingyun soon passed out, leaving Fred in the room staring quietly at Fang Qingyun's body lying on the bed.

[World name: Dona Dona, let’s do bad things together#193017835]

[Danger level: Level 1, 2 stars (level 1, generally dangerous, no need to worry)]

[Abyss distortion value: 0.1%-0.2% (some individual character collapse and behavioral inconsistencies will inevitably occur)]

[Stability: 97.17% (enemies are strengthened to a certain extent)]

[Richness: First-level three stars (average output, it is recommended to go and return quickly)]

Because Evelyn was going to travel with Fang Qingyun, she could only rely on Fred to protect her body. With Fred protecting Fang Qingyun, and Fang Qingyun's current body defense that was comparable to steel, it would be extremely difficult to kill Fang Qingyun directly.

As long as the assassin failed to kill Fang Qingyun with one strike, Fred would call for a large number of elite support after a delay of 0.1 seconds, and then knock the assassin down with a stick. Even Viola herself would come over. In such a situation, if you want to kill Fang Qingyun, you must call a ruthless person like a forbidden spell mage? Otherwise, you will die if you meet Viola who has the holy weapon.

When Fang Qingyun regained his normal vision, he found himself standing in the middle of an alley. There was a lot of noise at both ends of the alley, and the alley where Fang Qingyun was located seemed like an abandoned slum. Rats and garbage were scattered on the road. The stench from the sewers and the sour smell in the scattered garbage cans formed a disgusting smell. It was clearly daytime, but the alley was terribly dark.

There was a billboard hanging diagonally on the wall of the alley. The lights, which had been in disrepair for many years, were not very bright, barely bringing a little light to the alley. On both sides were heaven, and in the middle... was hell.

"Master" accompanied by a soft female voice, Fang Qingyun turned his head and looked. In the originally empty alley, two maids suddenly appeared. Their height, clothes and body shape were all the same, only their faces were different. Their faces did not have the gray color and gaps of zombies. They were very beautiful and their temperament was elegant, which supported the charm of maid outfits.

They lifted Fang Qingyun's skirts, and the maid outfits that were not much different from Evelyn's looked particularly curvy on them.

Just a moment of distraction, she appeared behind me silently. Fang Qingyun touched his chin and had an idea of ​​the strength of these delicate-looking maids.

"Please change into new clothes first." One of the maids handed over a neatly folded suit with both hands, while another maid next to her held a box containing a pair of expensive-looking leather shoes.

After Fang Qingyun changed into the white suit, he put on sunglasses. Two maids tied his tie for him and changed his belt to a one with a skull buckle. The black belt was hidden under the suit jacket, making it less eye-catching. This was the first time he wore pants with a belt. He had always worn elastic belts before.

The maid took out a cane from her empty body like a magician. The cane was completely black, but had a golden handle. The bottom was decorated with some gold to match the beginning and the end. It was simple and gorgeous at the same time, and the white space and decoration were majestic, making it look particularly handsome.

"Master, this is your new weapon. Just twist the handle on it." The maid twisted it gently, and a 20-centimeter dagger popped out from the bottom of the cane. It was gleaming with cold light and extremely sharp. "A dagger will pop out. It can be used as a pistol. The strength of the cane is very high. If you feel like it, you can directly fight with the opponent."

"Considering that your experience is mostly in stabbing and fighting, we have also prepared a knife for you." The maid held out a short sword, the blade was about 40 centimeters long. The sword was a complete practical style, without those fancy decorations, the only thing it could do was to stab someone through, and by the way, tell him to take a deep breath, it's normal to feel dizzy.

Fang Qingyun glanced at the dagger and reached out to hold the cane. He liked the smooth and gentle jade-like feel very much, although he liked the feel of the engineer shovel more. Fang Qingyun glanced at the dagger and said, "Please keep the sword first. I will take it out when I need it. A nobleman cannot carry a knife on him, at least not when we are not in a relationship."

Fang Qingyun is going to play the role of the young master of the underworld. He is not the bald gangster boss who will start a fight at the first sign of a disagreement, but a young master who smiles on the side and whose true background is unclear. He will only take action when he feels like it.

When the fight was really about to start, Fang Qingyun handed his cane to the maid next to him, and then picked up his dagger. Overall, he showed the calm attitude of a nobleman, and the style of the knife just happened to show his gangster temperament, which was simply perfect.

Now, if you carry a sword, you don’t look like a nobleman, but a sword-wielding guard in front of the emperor. No matter how good-looking the one with a sword is, he is just a little brother. The one without a sword is the boss whose words are the final say.

"Your will." The two maids bowed to Fang Qingyun, retreated behind Fang Qingyun, followed him like a shadow, and walked out of the alley.

A green light flashed in the alley, and three zombie snipers climbed up to the roof along the rusty ventilation duct on the side like monkeys. The pig-mouthed gas masks and well-maintained rifles on their backs brought a serious atmosphere. After they climbed to the roof, Fang Qingyun would be protected by the crossfire of the three snipers. With their marksmanship, anyone who wanted to assassinate Fang Qingyun at close range would become a guy with a hole in his brain, both physically and mentally.

The other four maids took the remaining combatants to find a place to stay. They brought a bunch of gold bars, which were generally enough to buy a large enough base. Anyway, gold bars were not valuable in hell, and the excess was almost used to make wires. But now that Yazongyi City has promoted pure electronic currency transactions, gold bars may not be sold. In addition, Fang Qingyun and these zombies are outsiders and are not protected by the law. Those sellers will probably ask for a high price. If the prices are similar, Fang Qingyun will not bother to pursue it and just turn a blind eye.

But if they cross the line, blackmail others while having evil intentions, or take the information to the private police, then sorry, the zombie squad will deal with them and ensure that their bodies and their existence will disappear from the world, their ID cards will be taken away, and their bodies will be sent to hell for recycling.

According to the map in the Codex of Fate, the northern part of Yazongyi City is a coastal area, the southern part is a mountainous area, and there is a river in the middle that divides it into two areas, east and west. The western area occupies nearly 70% of the area.

The northern part of Yazongyi City seems to be a high-end industrial area, where ports and research institutes are located, while the southern part is mostly hospitals and schools, and there are a large number of commercial streets in the middle. Fang Qingyun looked at the scenery outside the alley. This area should be near the commercial street, which is the central area of ​​Yazongyi City.