A Maybach on a rainy night? Talk to my Levadin!

Lu Mingfei pointed to himself, wondering what new program had appeared in just one day.

"Is there going to be a new event in our urban supernatural anime series?"

Lu Mingfei was completely baffled. "You say my parents are both archaeologists, and they come back after three years away with a little Russian girl? Isn't that ridiculous?"

"Yes"

Zero nodded and took two steps forward, her black leather shoes making no sound on the floor. Before Lu Mingfei could react, he felt his hand being gently grasped, and the next second, his fingertips touched a warm patch of skin—Zero's forehead.

"From now on, you are my everything, and you are the only one in my life."

Zero's eyelashes were long, casting a small shadow on her eyelids when they drooped down. "No matter how the world changes, no matter how many difficulties and obstacles lie ahead, I will always follow you and be loyal to you until the end of my life. I am willing to be the sharpest sword in your hand, to cut through thorns and brambles for you; I am willing to become the strongest shield behind you, to protect you from all harm. I will use all my strength to protect this bond."

Zero said a long, long thing, but actually, the loser didn't quite understand. When she took Lu Mingfei's hand and placed it on his forehead, the loser's brain had already shut down. All that talk about swords and shields made his head buzz. Before he could even process these burning vows, his cheeks started to burn.

Heaven have mercy, Xiao Chu Nan has always been treated like a dog by women, he has never seen such a scene before.

"Ah...this...no, no, no..."

He abruptly pulled his hand back, the movement so sudden he almost knocked over the chair behind him. "No, no, it's not that serious. You're probably a foreign guest, and you're not very familiar with Chinese culture. Maybe someone taught you something they shouldn't have... You can't just say things like that to people."

"No one taught me, yet my Chinese is very good."

"Ah...then..."

"Why don't you two introduce yourselves and get to know each other? Zero isn't your name, is it?"

Zhao Zizhan's voice came from the side like timely rain.

He held his thermos and watched the farce with a smile, clearly enjoying Lu Mingfei's helpless state.

“…Renata Yevgenia Chicherina, that’s my name, but you can just call me Zero.”

"Ah... okay, okay, it's nice to meet you..."

Lu Mingfei felt that the girl's eyes were burning with desire, as if she wanted to devour him, so he quickly hid back in his seat, burying his head behind the large monitor.

"From now on, your seat will be next to Lu Mingfei. You two can work on your relationship and chat with each other."

Zhao Zizhan took a sip of hot tea, pretending not to see Lu Mingfei's face that looked like it was about to cry, and directly arranged for Ling to sit next to Lu Mingfei.

It's time to let this kid experience what it's like to be admired. He's been hit too hard in the past, to the point that he went from rebelling to going to the extreme of going to the extreme. Now, having someone like Ling, who is not only a Lu Mingfei, but also a sure-fire person on the side, will at least change his mentality a little, if not bring him back.

It seems that Lu Mingze understands this too. Among the three women, the one most suitable to protect Lu Mingfei is undoubtedly Zero. Putting aside her combat abilities, her loyalty to Lu Mingfei is definitely the highest.

Although Su Enxi and Jiu De Mai strictly followed Lu Mingze's orders, deep down they still preferred their omnipotent boss.

Unlike Zero, she wouldn't hesitate to die for Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei was unaware that he had been designated as a key target for remodeling. He was hiding behind the monitor, secretly glancing at Ling out of the corner of his eye. The girl was sitting upright, her back straight as a javelin. Sunlight streamed through the window and fell on her almost pure white blonde hair, like a handful of gold dust.

Zero didn't come empty-handed this time; she was carrying a large black equipment bag. I wonder if she was mistaken for a fishing enthusiast along the way.

Before Lu Mingfei could ask any more questions, Zhao Zizhan waved to Zero, who then picked up his equipment bag and followed him out the door.

"Where's what I want?"

On the other side of the warehouse, Zhao Zizhan and Zero stood face to face, looking at the bag in each other's hands.

Zero threw the bag in front of Zhao Zizhan, stood with his arms outstretched. It looked rather impolite, but this action actually helped to reduce the other party's suspicion and show that he had no ill intentions.

Zhao Zizhan squatted down, unzipped the zipper, and inside was a complete set of individual firearms.

Although it's described as a complete set, the types of weapons are actually somewhat differentiated for ease of carrying.

长枪为MP5A3伸缩枪托，还配备了M68红点反射瞄具CCO，配备了几盒9x19mm帕拉贝鲁姆手枪弹。

The pistol is a Heckler & Koch MK23 military offensive pistol, equipped with .45 ACP pistol ammunition.

All that was left was a bulletproof vest, a few M18 smoke grenades, and a few MK312 offensive grenades.

"You guys are really taking advantage of the Americans..."

Zhao Zizhan couldn't help but laugh. This set of equipment, all American military gear, was clearly taken from the battlefield in Afghanistan, and might even have a spirit ring attached.

Zhao Zizhan took out the MK23. This gun weighs 1,100 grams unloaded, almost twice that of the Glock 19. It is also thoughtfully equipped with a silencer. The 245mm long gun body is longer than that of a regular pistol, and its shape is like a scaled-up USP.

This gun might be a bit difficult for an ordinary person to handle, but for Zhao Zizhan, it was a piece of cake.

"The rifles and sniper rifles will take some time to get in; these are the only ones we can get for now."

Zero watched Zhao Zizhan skillfully inspect the firearms with a blank expression: "Regarding the heavy firearms you mentioned, we contacted them, and they mean you need to go to the site to conduct the transaction."

Zhao Zizhan paused in arranging the firearms, looked up at Zero, then lowered his head again. The MK23's magazine returned to its original position with a crisp metallic sound.

"Sure, no problem, but I'll have to wait until I finish what I'm doing."

The on-site transaction was simply hilarious.

Who is Su Enxi, one of the three? Possessing the ability of innate talent, she has done a lot of dirty work internationally, such as helping the Taliban optimize the turnover rate of transnational drug trafficking to defeat their Mexican counterparts, helping the Yamaguchi-gumi handle the estates of elderly members after their deaths, designing legal tax avoidance schemes for Jewish political donations, helping Hezbollah in Lebanon buy up Israeli stocks at rock-bottom prices and secretly funding the Houthi rebels, and helping Jiang Tianyang of the Hung Hing Society pay the highest level of pension insurance for his madam, making Pang Donglai feel as if his dedication was forcing him to do something else.

Would someone like that be unable to handle an arms deal and need the client to personally intervene?

This is a test, another test after I've dealt with Odin. That so-called trading site might be hiding something incredible. This can also be seen as a test from that little devil.

To determine whether he is qualified to be a part of his brother's life.

Zhao Zizhan was not alarmed. He would deal with whatever came his way. He was now eager to test his ideas.

Chapter 134 The Concept of Ability.

Rhodes Island, inside the operator's dormitory.

"Hmm~"

"Put some effort into it"

1012283098

"Slow down...it's getting a bit too intense."

"Yes, this frequency is just right..."

“Ah…comfortable…”

On the clean, soft bed, Surtr lay on it, her slender, muscular legs enjoying a massage from Zhao Zizhan.

The muscle discomfort from a busy day is completely relieved with a gentle massage.

Zhao Zizhan dipped his fingertip in lavender essential oil and gently circled it around the hollow behind her knee. The muscles there were extremely sensitive, and even a little pressure caused Surtr to curl her toes.

As the saying goes, everything has a price. The price for asking Patriot and Frostnova to help was to help the Reunion Movement find a new life and purpose. But don't forget, Surtr played a huge role in this.

In particular, Surtr suffered a minor injury while fighting Odin, taking a stab from him.

This is not something that can be solved with just a few ice creams.

After discussions between the two parties, in addition to taking care of Surtr's daily life for a month, Zhao Zizhan was also assigned the task of giving Surtr daily massages.

Especially today, Zhao Zizhan needs someone's help. Rhodes Island's elite operators rarely stay at headquarters. They are usually active in the most difficult missions that require their help the most. After thinking it over, the Originium Arts user that Zhao Zizhan is most familiar with is Surtr.

Usuki 0 also Ⅱ 瀏 邇 求令

Surtr is arguably the most authoritative in the use of Flame Originium Arts. In terms of control, power, and precision, she is far superior to Talulah. Talulah's flames are filled with destructive fury, while Surtr's flames are so precise that they can burn a strand of hair without harming it in the slightest.

Although Warfarin is considered a master of hematology, the medical department has been so busy these days that it's as if everyone is split into eight pieces. As a result, Kal'tsit hasn't had time to urge the medical staff to fill in the medical records, and she herself hasn't written any.

Moreover, Zhao Zizhan wanted to ask about weapon enchanting this time, so it would be more convenient and professional to consult Surtr.

The combination of these two aspects has resulted in the current situation, but in terms of actual effect, it is difficult to determine whether this thing is a punishment or a reward.

Zhao Zizhan held a pile of exquisite bare feet. The feet were extremely delicate in shape, with the arch of the foot as soft as a crescent moon, the toes as round as pearls, and the heels gleaming with a healthy pinkish-white.

Zhao Zizhan smiled obsequiously and said softly, "Surtr, look at my Originium Arts attachment..."

"Humph."

Surtr's voice came muffledly from under the pillow, languid and hoarse as if he had just woken up: "Are you asking me now? Why didn't you ask when you touched my thigh earlier?"

Zhao Zizhan's ears turned bright red. He had indeed deliberately lingered on the sensitive areas for a few more seconds, but the Sarkaz girl's muscle lines were simply too beautiful; every inch of her skin looked like a work of art meticulously sculpted by the Creator.

But can we men admit to this?

Can you call getting a massage a bargain?

"How could I dare? This is a legitimate massage service,"

He hurriedly waved his hand, his toes swaying slightly with the movement. He quickly steadied his wrist. "How can you slander me like this... No, no, let's get down to business. I have some ideas about weapons and would like you to take a look..."

"Okay, shall we go?"

Surtr's voice suddenly became clear and bright, and the delicate bare foot in his palm seemed to come alive, abruptly withdrawing from Zhao Zizhan's hand. His palm suddenly felt empty.

Surtr turned and sat up, just in time to see the regret that Surtr couldn't hide on his face.

"What's that expression on your face?"

Surtr was tying her long hair into a high ponytail in front of the mirror, the muscles on the back of her neck tensing with the movement, revealing the beautiful outline of her butterfly bones.

jiǔ ling sān jiǔ 覟

"Ah? Oh, it's just that... I didn't finish my work, I'm a little ashamed..."

"So, do you want to keep pressing the button, or do you want to go test the weapon?"

"Experimental weapons, experimental weapons, let's go, let's set off now..."

……

In the training room, Surtr looked at the pistol in Zhao Zizhan's hand: "A firearm?"

She looked up at Zhao Zizhan: "This thing isn't easy to operate."

There aren't many people in Terra who can wield guns, not only because they're expensive, but also because they have a certain learning curve. Strictly speaking, a gun is a kind of staff. A skilled gun user needs not only excellent aiming skills and the ability to control the recoil of the gun, but also the ability to use spells accurately, stably, and frequently.

"I can't help you with this."

"No, no, no, it's not quite the same." Zhao Zizhan pulled back the barrel and ejected a bullet. Its very unique shape appeared in Surtr's eyes. The bullet head was round and smooth, without the spiral pattern commonly found on etched bullets, and without the grooves for embedding Originium fragments. Its appearance was so plain that it was somewhat strange.

Zhao Zizhan pinched the bullet with two fingers, and with a gentle force, the bullet was pulled out with a pop, scattering some of the nitrocellulose particles into the air.

"Look, my firearms don't use etched bullets."

As he spoke, Zhao Zizhan skillfully unloaded the gun and disassembled it. The crisp sound of the disassembly lever being pressed, the soft click of the slide separating, and the hum of the spring popping out were particularly clear in the quiet training room. A moment later, a pile of parts were laid out in his palm, and the structure of the gears and firing pin was clearly visible.

"see it?"

He held up the gun barrel component and tilted it towards the light. "There are no Originium circuits inside, not even the most basic conductive patterns."

"It does not rely on Originium Arts, nor on magic. As long as you know how to pull the trigger and aim at the target, even an ordinary person who has never been exposed to magic can use it."

He paused.

"But there's one problem—"

After piecing the pistol back together, Zhao Zizhan picked it up and fired. The gunshot rang out, and the ceramic jar twenty meters away shattered.

"Not powerful enough"

"So I was thinking, could I use blood magic to coat the bullet with blood, and then fire it with a gun? That way, it would be attacked by both blood magic and the gun, which would also make up for my lack of attack power."

“…We can give it a try.” Surtr had never heard of a gun that didn’t require the use of Originium circuits or the etching of bullets. But he had already discovered more than one or two amazing things about this boy, so Surtr was now somewhat used to it.

"The key to attaching Originium Arts to objects lies in the energy anchor point. You need to carve a groove on the bullet that can lock in the magic power. A depth of about three millimeters is most suitable."

Surtr walked to the workbench next to the firing range, picked up a carving knife and drew a demonstration pattern on the bullet. "Although blood magic has different principles, the logic of energy attachment is the same. The shape of the groove needs to be changed to a spiral shape to lock in the magic in the blood."

Under Surtr's guidance, Zhao Zizhan carved a groove on the bullet tip, dripped a small drop of blood into the groove, and watched as the blood seeped into the groove as if it were alive before pressing the bullet into the magazine.

Raise the gun, aim, and fire.

The bullet accurately hit the target dummy wearing basic armor twenty meters away. Zhao Zizhan stepped forward to inspect it and saw that the .45 caliber bullet had dented, barely managing to make a small hole in the armor, and the entire bullet was embedded in the simulated muscle gel.

But what was truly astonishing was that drop of blood. The moment Zhao Zizhan manipulated it to explode inside the dummy, dark red energy ripples spread out, tearing a fist-sized cavity out of the gel.

"It's done!!"

Zhao Zizhan suddenly raised his arm.

You think I'm a sniper, but I'm actually a special forces soldier. You think I'm a physical character who applies three attack reduction buffs, but I actually deal magic damage. You think I'm a numerical character, but my actual ability is to call someone "daddy."

The system itself is the reason I became king!

PS: My finger is still not healed, and typing is incredibly painful. Typing every day feels like torture. I can only force myself to spray some medicine to suppress the pain before I can start typing. Updates have indeed been slow, I'm sorry everyone. The inflammation is under the nail bed, so I can't apply medicine. I can only wait for it to heal slowly. Once this period is over, I will be able to update more often.