Chapter 41 Chapter 40 You Need to Make Progress

Zhuang Xuteng hid under the mat and heard almost all the conversations between Cassandra and Heisenberg.

It turned out that the explosion on the night of June 23 was caused by the snatching of the Shadow Followers! The important figure of the Scarlet Group who died turned out to be a "fool". He wanted to use the crowd of protesters to "filter the Shadow Followers", but he failed to steal the chicken and lost the rice, and was robbed by another group of people. Oh! No wonder the originally peaceful protest suddenly became violent, everyone fought uncontrollably, and so many people died. It turned out that this matter should be blamed on the Scarlet Group!

"Inhuman bastard!" Zhuang Xuteng cursed in his heart.

What happened afterwards was smooth: the Lich Master entered his body, and the Shadow Followers of the Scarlet Group were downgraded.

Served it right! It really deserved it! During the time Zhuang Xuteng followed Heisenberg, he learned about the approximate prices of different levels of Shadow Followers on the market. The four levels of living Shadow Followers are "Red-Blue-Orange-Colorful", starting from the lowest 10,000 euros, and the orange one million euros. As for the colorful one, it is a priceless treasure that has never been sold publicly. If a colorful living shadow really turns into a half-red and half-blue dying living shadow, the loss may be more than 10 million euros.

In addition to the financial loss, the Scarlet Group exposed the problem of poor management of top shadows in this incident, and it will definitely be targeted by more "interested people", and the loss in this regard will be greater. After this incident, the Scarlet Group must shrink a little, concentrate its energy, and deeply investigate and deal with the subsequent impact of 623. In this way, those minor issues must be dealt with quickly, and it is no wonder that Zhuang Xuteng can get compensation.

It must be said that the news Zhuang Xuteng heard was all good news, but his situation became quite dangerous. Heisenberg did not reveal Zhuang Xuteng's existence to Cassandra. This may be just a choice made from his own interests, and it does not mean that he is willing to let Zhuang Xuteng hear more and know more. Once Cassandra leaves, Heisenberg may kill himself.

When Zhuang Xuteng thought of this, he must be very uncomfortable, and he must find a way to avoid that result. Take the initiative later? Heisenberg had a shock pen, and he also had a shadow gun, what did he have? He was busy dodging just now, and he had nothing on him. If he wanted to kill someone, he only had his fists. This was a pair of rookie fists, without any fighting skills, and the only experience was to kick the crotch desperately, so there was no chance of winning at all.

Moreover, even if Heisenberg was knocked down, there were still seven floors of wild monkey gangs above him, who would crush him like a bug!

When he came to find me, I couldn't beat him then, and rushing out now was even more of a death wish! Alas, the problem was that I was not strong enough, and I didn't even have a shadow gun at hand. It was possible that I would have it soon. The lich master had already made the first version of the shadow gun rune graphics, waiting for him to find an opportunity to test it, but I didn't expect to encounter such a thing.

If I was not strong enough, I could only rely on my acting skills to save my life and fool around with this matter. Zhuang Xuteng thought about it carefully. Heisenberg might not have the idea of ​​killing him. He might be afraid that the middleman Lucy would cause trouble for him afterwards. Well, if he was not afraid of Lucy at all, there was no need to repay the favor, let alone secretly take an apprentice. In any case, "Little Pink" is a potential chef, a cash cow for the middleman Lucy, and value always determines the intensity of revenge.

Zhuang Xuteng quickly grasped Heisenberg's mind: it would be great if things went very smoothly! This includes "Little Pink" not hearing anything, Cassandra being completely in the dark, and the "Hercules" being safe. Thinking about this clearly, Zhuang Xuteng knew what he should do.

Although it was still very dangerous, he could steal a way out. He curled up in the mat filled with crude oil, slowed his breathing, covered his mouth with one hand, and then closed his eyes. He had to wait quietly, waiting for Heisenberg to wake him up. At the same time, he had to pray for good luck, hoping that Heisenberg would not shoot at the mat with a shadow gun right away.

The threat of death was real, and he was like a person walking on the edge of a cliff. When there was no second way, he really had to pray that every time he stepped on a solid stone, not a dead place that would collapse and slide.

The sound outside the mat had not been heard for a while, and it seemed that Cassandra should leave. At this time, Zhuang Xuteng heard Heisenberg calling him from outside: "Xiaofen, you can come out now."

He didn't move, just pretending not to hear, because Heisenberg's voice was too soft, just like the sound of ordinary talking. If he answered at this time, it would be equivalent to admitting that he could hear the words.

"Xiaofen, you can come out now!" The volume increased a little, but it was still not enough, and there was a distance from the safety line in Zhuang Xuteng's heart. "Did you hear it? I let you come out!!"

The volume reached two exclamation marks, well, it was almost enough, but Zhuang Xuteng still didn't go out. He had thought about it, it would be best to let Heisenberg come over and lift the mat, so that he would have a chance to fight-if things were very bad. Because he was wearing a water mattress filled with crude oil, this thing could weaken or even isolate the energy of the shadow, which should be able to restrain the shock pen and reduce the killing effect of the shadow gun. If Heisenberg wanted to kill him, there was a possibility that he would do it without lifting the mat, but it was relatively small. The best time to do it was when Zhuang Xuteng lifted the mat, and Heisenberg would kill him with the shock pen and shadow gun at a distance.

Just don't go out, just pretend not to hear! Zhuang Xuteng didn't move, hiding under the mat.

After a while, and a few more shouts, Heisenberg finally lost his patience. He squeezed through the gap in the cabinet, kicked the mat, and then lifted it up. He saw "Xiaofen" covering his mouth with one hand, rubbing his sleepy eyes with the other hand, and looking at him with a yawn.

"Oh!" Zhuang Xuteng seemed to have suddenly realized something and said, "Can I come out now? I just fell asleep. Maybe I'm too tired recently, but it's so quiet inside, a long-lost quiet..."

"Really?" Heisenberg kept one hand in his pocket, which had always belonged to the shock pen. "What did you do in there?"

"I was very scared after I went in. I didn't know what was happening outside. I just thought about not making any noise and listening to the adults." Zhuang Xuteng took out the words he had prepared long ago, put on an expression like he was asking for credit, and said: "So I covered my mouth, breathed lightly, and didn't move. It was very stuffy inside the mat, and I could hear a gurgling sound. It should be the crude oil moving inside. The sound sounded very hypnotic, so I fell asleep."

"Falling asleep? You didn't hear anything?"

"Not that I heard nothing. At first I heard footsteps, the one coming down the stairs. But after the mat was covered, I couldn't hear the sound clearly. The more I tried to listen, the sleepier I became..." Zhuang Xuteng asked: "Who's coming? Is it the boss of the Wild Monkey Gang?"

"Yes, it's King Kong." Heisenberg snorted and answered perfunctorily, while motioning Zhuang Xuteng to get up. At this time, both of his hands were outside his pockets.

"Is it King Kong? Wow, how tall is he? How heavy is he? Can he punch through the wall?"

"He can punch your upper body to the roof with one punch, and your lower body will remain there. Okay, stop talking nonsense, go wash, you smell like crude oil."

Zhuang Xuteng lowered his head and sniffed. He was indeed stained with the smell, but he still pretended to be confused and said, "No, I think it's okay."

"You have been here for too long, and you have adapted to it - just like a mouse adapts to the sewer. Go wash! Then come and continue working."

"Yes, sir!" Zhuang Xuteng knew that he had passed the dangerous test, so he got busy again.

"Put away this mat too, I don't want to be stained with the smell. And crude oil will interfere with the function of the shadow and delay the work!"

Zhuang Xuteng cleaned his body, including washing his body with industrial soap mixed with whale oil to remove the influence of crude oil. Next, he returned to his workstation and looked at the progress of the "restored" work with a tearful expression. He didn't say anything and started again silently.

What a useful guy. Heisenberg glanced at Zhuang Xuteng's silhouette with his peripheral vision, thinking: It's useful, but we have to get rid of him quickly. Cassandra will come again, just after the next filtering process is completed. Normally, a complete process takes a week. If you add one or two days of cleaning time, she will definitely come within two weeks.

Before that, Xiaofen must learn something real and can assemble simple shadow slaves independently. If she can do this, she can barely be considered a chef. As for whether she can make a pistol, he has taught her anyway. If she can't learn it, it's Xiaofen's own problem and has nothing to do with him. As long as I can give Lucy an explanation, I will send him away quickly. At least wait until the Hercules incident is over, and the situation will be calmer, and I will be more relaxed when I talk about the details.

"That's it!" He turned around and said in a rare kind tone: "Xiaofen! You are basically in the industry. You know how to judge the level of shadow slaves and you are roughly aware of the rules of waste utilization. Now tell me, what kind of shadow slave do you want to learn to make?"

"Pistol!" Zhuang Xuteng said decisively without any hesitation.

"Well, it's a good choice. This one has the highest return, but it's also very difficult!"

"I can learn it! I'm not afraid of hardship! No matter how long it takes, I can stick to it."

Damn it, it's not whether you can stick to it, but I don't want you to stay here any longer!

Heisenberg rolled his eyes unconsciously, and Zhuang Xuteng caught it sharply.

"Xiaofen, since you have this motivation, let's get started. Put aside all those principles and intermediate transition knowledge, and learn my movements and methods first. You can't become a good chef overnight. What I didn't teach you this time, you can slowly understand in practice, and you can always make up for it!"

Zhuang Xuteng nodded, widened his eyes, and looked expectant.

"Then let's get started!" Heisenberg said: "There are many basic configurations of the three cores of the pistol. Some require the company's technology and the joint efforts of many people to complete, which is not something we can get involved in. The pistols made by gangs generally adopt this configuration, and the completion rate can be higher. Come, I'll draw the picture for you..."

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