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

Chapter 135 The Fallen Prince Ze.

Adding grooves and scoring to bullets was not a difficult task for Zhao Zizhan. The convenience of the industrial age permeated every aspect of life, and a machine tool could handle it.

Once the design of the engravings is decided, you can engrave as many as you need.

"What do you plan to do with this brand-new firearm?"

Surtr asked.

Zhao Zizhan was silent for a moment, then said, "I'll use it for now. Let's just pretend it's a normal firearm. The timing isn't right to take it out now."

Firearms are a huge problem. The technology related to firearms is not as simple as just taking away the capitalists' profits. In fact, the profits that capitalists make from selling firearms are only part of the issue. The core problem lies with Lateran.

This thing can be said to be the foundation of the entire Lateran nation. The technology related to guns is a closely guarded secret in Lateran. All gun-related technologies were designed based on the physical condition and Originium Arts of the Sarkaz race. It is extremely difficult for other races to imitate and produce them.

Because of a certain Tikkaz's desire to survive, the former civilization's host, Heaven's Fulcrum, responded. This former civilization's host database may have been sourced from the United States, incorporating the Second Amendment to the US Constitution, which states that people cannot survive without guns. Therefore, it not only bestowed upon these Tikkaz angelic halos and wings but also gave them gun-related technologies for self-defense.

As a religious state founded around a real God, firearms held extraordinary significance for Lateran. They were not only proof of each angel's identity but also a symbol of their purity.

Anything associated with religion is essentially devoid of reason. Just as their aura cannot be tarnished, the technology of firearms is absolutely not to be touched by outsiders. In order to maintain the purity and monopoly of firearms, the Lateran Papal Knights will wage war against anyone who dares to reach out to them in this field.

Rhodes Island, given its current size, cannot withstand the wrath of a nation.

To do business in this land, you must first find the right connections; this principle remains unchanged in any world.

The progress of the ability test is very encouraging. This means that Zhao Zizhan has a more intuitive way of attacking, which makes up for the short attack range and high operation precision of blood magic. Apart from the little cat egg roll, many blood demons control the blood in other people's bodies to achieve the purpose of killing and injuring. This requires a high level of control. At present, Zhao Zizhan is still a beginner and cannot compare with those hundreds of years old.

However, with the weapon enchantment, Zhao Zizhan only needs to spend ammunition and blood to achieve sustained firepower suppression and powerful direct attacks. He can also focus on blood magic manipulation to cause some trouble for the opponent. The only drawback is the consumption of ammunition and blood.

But what Zhao Zizhan had in abundance was blood; in the era of large-scale industrial farming, there was plenty of it.

First, develop your resources. Once you've established connections with Laterano, you can see if you can do some gun business with them. The old Pope seems easy to talk to, so it shouldn't be too difficult.

At least making some 9mm or even .22 caliber firearms into children's toys would be easier to market. Not to mention that American firearms manufacturers have even launched children's versions of their own firearms to fulfill the gunfight dreams of 300 million people.

They'll be giving away ice cream with every gun purchase – a huge promotional offer!

Having sorted out the gun issue, Zhao Zizhan left the MP5 in his dormitory and returned to the other world with only the MK23.

When he returned, he saw Chu Zihang seemingly unintentionally turning his face back to the screen, but he was quickly drawn back to Zero and turned to Zero and Lu Mingfei.

Let him have a good day of eating melons.

……

Having solved a major problem, Zhao Zizhan has now devoted himself entirely to preparing for the science and technology competition.

These days, both the people in Kassel and the Little Devil seem to have fallen into an eerie silence, as if they are all waiting for Zhao Zizhan to produce new results.

It seems they wanted to see the value of what Zhao Zizhan brought out in order to decide how to contact Zhao Zizhan in the future.

Zhao Zizhan was delighted with this, as he was overjoyed to be able to dedicate himself to scientific research without external influences.

Regarding the handling of Lu Mingfei's uncle and aunt, Zhao Zizhan and Lu Mingfei discussed it and then entrusted the entire matter to Su Enxi and the others.

Anyway, as long as no one dies, it's fine. Lu Mingfei's reaction was also very straightforward. I've always been a loser. Losers have a hard time making decisions. I can't do anything about it. That's what the law says. I'm also very sad.

Old Master Lu is kind-hearted, so it's best not to let him see his uncle and aunt's miserable and distressed state, lest he agonize over it for several more days.

We'd better hurry inside.

Meanwhile, life was tough for Lu Mingze, the chubby boy. The money Lu Mingfei's family sent was frozen, and as the lawsuit progressed, they had to return the property they had previously embezzled. Their once comfortable family life was gone, and his parents sighed all day long, or argued heatedly over a few cents for groceries. His mother, who used to dote on him, now complained for ages even when buying him a bottle of Coke, saying, "We're almost starving."

The once extravagant Prince Ze is now penniless. Even worse, those cronies who used to fawn over him are now running away faster than anyone else, and some are even turning around and biting him.

The student council president and Shilan Hubaoyi have publicly stated their stance of "promoting righteousness and resisting school bullying" in the past two days, which has determined the entire Shilan Secondary School's comprehensive witch hunt against the chubby boy.

Just a few days ago, someone started a thread on Tieba, recounting how Lu Mingze used to bully his classmates because his family was rich. The thread got hundreds of replies, with people mocking him for every single incident.

His dark past was thoroughly exposed: a video of him applying red medicine to his arm in junior high school to pretend to be cutting a flower knife was dug up and turned into an emoji with the caption "This knife skill can cut out relics"; screenshots of his flaunting wealth posts on QQ Space were circulated throughout the grade group; and screenshots of his chat history of harassing female classmates were shared by everyone.

Even his past remarks and actions outside of school were scrutinized one by one.

The most shocking revelation was that Lu Mingze had once stolen socks from a female classmate.

It's unclear whether it's true or not, but there are victims who have spoken out, and there are also evidence found in the other party's pocket. The evidence is conclusive, and there's no way to deny it.

When Zhao Zizhan learned of this, he exclaimed, "This little fat guy is quite the gourmand!"

In short, overnight, Lu Mingze went from being the "Prince Ze" to a pariah. His days at Shilan Middle School were extremely difficult. Moreover, given his uncle and aunt's current financial situation, it was practically impossible for them to pay Lu Mingze's tuition for the next year at Shilan Middle School.

His transfer to another school was almost a done deal.

Lu Mingfei has been engrossed in debugging the drone these days. A beautiful woman is always looking at him like he's a dish, so he has no time to think about school. Anyway, he'll only be there for one morning self-study session.

Zhao Zizhan wouldn't care, because they had to set off tomorrow.

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Take office in Goose City!

Chapter 136 Departure and Farewell.

The Youth Science and Technology Innovation Competition is divided into a youth group and a junior group. Zhao Zizhan and his classmates are all around fourteen or fifteen years old, so they naturally participated in the junior group competition.

Unlike traditional Olympiads and national competitions, which require preliminary rounds, first and second rounds, provincial teams, national training teams, national teams, and finally international gold medals, this competition is different.

The Youth Science and Technology Innovation Competition will last for five days in principle. The competition will design on-site challenges based on age groups and subject areas, and the winners will be determined by comprehensively evaluating the results of each stage of the review.

It was less of a competition and more like a graduation project defense.

Competitions like this are where geniuses gather; they are a path far more difficult than the college entrance examination, requiring both exceptional talent and the deep-rooted heritage of a sect.

If you don't join a book, you'll see them as frogs in a well looking at the moon in the sky. Once you join a book, you'll realize that above a book are the 211 Immortal Sects, and beyond the 985s are the C9 Immortal Sects of China's top five universities.

C9 looked up and saw that the capital city was filled with immortal sects, with two suns shining in the sky. A group of peerless geniuses, supported by the old monsters of their sects, came to this arena. They looked like mayflies in the blue sky.

On the day of departure, since it was rare for their own children to travel far from home, all the parents from several families came. Even Chu Tianjiao specially chartered a car and came to help Lao Zhao as a laborer.

"Alright everyone, pack up all the equipment. Senior Brother Chu's father has chartered a car, so our convoy will drive directly to Chengdu."

All the drone-related equipment, along with the operating computer, was put into a small van, while Zhao Zizhan and his group drove off in another Volvo sedan.

It seems that Chu Tianjiao has indeed become more concerned about car safety after the overpass incident.

"Our accommodations along the way, including our food and lodging during the competition, were all taken care of by Ling-mei. Let's give Ling-mei a round of applause!"

He and Xia Mi immediately began clapping vigorously, the applause crisp and loud. Chu Zihang also raised his hand, clapping rhythmically while looking thoughtfully at Lu Mingfei, his eyes filled with a hint of mockery.

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Lu Mingfei felt his toes dig into the ground, and in a very anime-like manner, he slammed down the notebook in his hand: "Wait, what kind of name is 'Zero Sister'? This is completely wrong! And why would someone pay money as soon as they arrive?"

Xia Mi and Chu Zihang clapped their hands, their eyes shining: "Wow, they've protected her!!"

Zhao Zizhan shook his head and sighed slightly, "Alas, why did you have to break that vital organ..."

"What the hell is 'lifeblood'? It's just a notebook! No, who would be born with a notebook in their mouth? 'Baoben' sounds like some kind of tutoring agency's advertising slogan," Lu Mingfei began to rant at lightning speed.

"So you admit that you are Baoyu?"

Following his lead, Zhao Zizhan casually uttered a sentence.

"I didn't admit it... No, isn't this a bit disrespectful to the girl?"

Lu Mingfei's voice gradually faded, and his eyes unconsciously glanced at Ling beside him.

"What if the girl is willing? Would you object?"

Xia Mi then pressed for more information.

"I……"

"Hey... Xiaolu, hey..."

Zhao Zizhan shook his head and deliberately dragged out his sigh.

"A little zero fell from the sky~"

Xia Mi started to cheer.

Lu Mingfei was getting a bit of a stir, being teased by his seniors and juniors to the point of being unable to fight back, and could only look at the silent Zero to the side.

Zhao Zizhan, covering his mouth, provided the voiceover: "Honey, say something!"

"Hahahaha... Senior Brother Zhao, this is too freakish..."

Xia Mi clutched her stomach, supporting Zhao Zizhan as they laughed until they were breathless.

Chu Zihang, who had been expressionless, subtly moved four pixels upwards at the corner of his mouth. Although it was a very minor change, it was noticed by Chu Tianjiao, who was helping to move things. Chu Tianjiao's steps became lighter, and he even hummed an off-key tune.

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In the distance, Ms. Su Xiaoyan was whispering to Ms. Cui Nianzhen, "Oh my, that's wonderful! My Zihang has made so many good friends, and he's starting to smile all the time."

Ms. Cui Nianzhen's attention swung back and forth between Zhao Zizhan and Xia Mi. She nudged Su Xiaoyan with her elbow and lowered her voice even further: "Hey, don't just look at your son. Look at that little girl next to my Zizhan. Her eyes are so bright, like they've been polished to a shine. She's so pretty... Don't you think she looks especially good standing next to my son?"

Su Xiaoyan's attention was drawn to Cui Nianzhen. When she saw Xia Mi, who was leaning on Zhao Zizhan and laughing so hard she was shaking, her eyes lit up and she almost dropped the osmanthus cake in her hand: "Really! This girl has such outstanding features and fair skin. If she dressed up properly, she would definitely look like she stepped out of a painting!"

Amidst the noisy chatter, the last cardboard box was finally stuffed into the trunk, and the group was about to embark on their journey to Sichuan.

"Son... This is your first time traveling so far, so don't skimp on your food and clothing. I'll support you a million times over in this competition, but we must be careful. I heard it's not safe out there, so we've got a driver for you. If any of you kids are in danger, just call him..."

Cui Nianzhen patted Zhao Zizhan's head and gave him a long, rambling lecture. Zhao Zizhan listened silently and nodded repeatedly.

The south wind blows against my heart, swaying and spitting out its fragrance—for whom does it?

A loving mother leans against the door, her heart filled with longing; a traveler endures the hardships of his journey.

Delicious food became increasingly rare, and news and communication became increasingly scarce.

There will never be a home as good as this, nor family members as good as this. Even for the sake of this family, Zhao Zizhan must eliminate all the unstable factors.

Especially Odin.

Daring to build a nest near your own home? You're asking for death!

Finally, after saying goodbye to their parents, and watching Chu Shixiong and Su Xiaoyan embrace, Ms. Su Xiaoyan was wiping away tears with a handkerchief, muttering, "Remember to let me know you arrive safely."

He took a deep breath, turned around and got into the car. With a deep roar from the engine, the convoy slowly drove away from the camp and headed towards the distant horizon.

Zhao Zizhan turned around and saw his parents leaning together, staring at his car for a long, long time.

At the entrance of the camp, Chu Tianjiao was still waving his hand vigorously, jumping around like a large groundhog. His blue shirt billowed in the wind like a small flag. He only stopped slowly when the car disappeared completely at the end of the road. His smile faded a little, but his eyes held warmth.

Old Zhao went back to his office. Su Xiaoyan had an inspiration and wanted to drag Cui Nianzhen to study the style of clothes to match Xia Mi. The two went shopping together. Only Chu Tianjiao, after happily saying goodbye to everyone, still stood in the same place, staring blankly in the direction where the convoy disappeared.

A gleaming Aston Martin slowly pulled up in front of him. The car door opened like a bird spreading its wings, revealing an elderly man with silver hair, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and with deep, unfathomable eyes.

"It's been a long time, our S-class."

The old man's voice was hoarse from years of experience, like sandpaper gently rubbing against wood.

P.S.: Oh my god, don't fight! I woke up to find over a hundred posts, and I thought I was famous, all smug about it. But when I clicked on them, I was stunned.

Chapter 137 The Transaction.

“You’ve changed quite a bit these days,” Angers said quippedly as he watched Chu Tianjiao slowly sit down on the other side of the back seat.

"Long time no see, old principal. You haven't changed a bit over the years." At this moment, he was completely different from the obsequious and casual sycophantic demeanor he had shown in front of Chu Zihang. He seemed to be enveloped by an invisible aura, as if some kind of imposing presence that he had been carefully hiding and even deliberately discarding had finally returned to him.

Chu Tianjiao's words weren't entirely a joke. After all, Angers looked just like this when he enrolled, and even after so many years since graduation, he still looks the same. Time seems to have been exceptionally kind to him, leaving no trace on him. Time, to him, seems to be just a meaningless number.

"Hehehe..."

Angers chuckled, waved his hand, and replied casually, "I'm an old man, almost buried in the ground, what can change? This world ultimately belongs to you young people."

As he spoke, he leaned back slightly to make himself more comfortable in the seat.

"lets go."

Angers gave an instruction to the driver in the front seat, and the car door closed slightly as the vehicle slowly started and smoothly merged into the traffic ahead.

"Your incident has caused quite a stir, and many people within the Secret Party want to inquire about the situation..."

Angers leaned back in his chair and slowly began, "Could you satisfy my curiosity as an old man? What exactly happened in the Nibelungen incident?"

Chu Tianjiao's gaze also fell on the window. Hearing Angers' question, he looked away and spoke in a calm tone as if he were talking about a trivial matter: "I was carrying a few children when I unexpectedly encountered a sub-genius and a group of dead servants. I escaped with them, but I lost my things. It's that simple."

"right"

"You killed them all?"