After touring the R&D Department and visiting the materials warehouse, Qi Yao personally helped Xu Jiang register a house and a car, then transferred another one million Credit Points into his account.
This first round of investment had cost nearly ten million and successfully made a name for Xu Jiang.
Now, it all depended on Xu Jiang's performance.
As long as he delivered good results, the second round of investment would arrive soon enough.
"Don't worry, disciple. Stick with your master. I'll take you to pick out weapons and give you special training. I guarantee you'll crush those little brats." Grandpa Lei could hardly wait to start teaching his new disciple.
In Grandpa Lei's eyes, nothing was more gratifying than watching his disciple become invincible.
Snap!
Xu Jiang snapped his fingers too and pointed behind him.
The house still needed to be renovated, but he had already picked up the car. The sleek hover sports car was several tiers above the old man's four-wheeled antique. At last, he no longer had to mooch rides.
From now on, he could drive a sports car around the city. Life would definitely be much more stylish.
One in front and one behind, they arrived at a secluded courtyard. There seemed to be an airport nearby, and none of the buildings were particularly tall. The simple two-story structures looked rather plain.
"Why didn't you ask the company for a villa? With your strength, you shouldn't be coming to a dump like this to retire, right?"
The area looked quite rundown. Even the convenience store owner had a shotgun slung over his shoulder. Just how chaotic was this place?
Grandpa Lei smugly wagged a finger. "You're still young. You don't understand. You think the apartment they gave you today is so great? Come inside and take a look at my place."
Third Miss had promised Xu Jiang a house. He could have chosen either a villa or an apartment.
Xu Jiang had thought about it for quite a while before ultimately choosing an apartment.
After all, villa districts were relatively remote, and their security was rather average. They were better suited for retirement.
Apartments, on the other hand, were near Nine Rivers Corporation's headquarters. They had directly given him an entire floor.
There was a professional training ground, luxurious modern decor, and even a small couples' bath. It was quite impressive.
Most importantly, it was convenient for commuting. Nine Rivers Corporation would handle security, so he would not have to worry about enemies coming to seek revenge.
Then he looked at the shabby little courtyard before him. Dead leaves littered the ground, and the paint on the outer walls was practically peeling off. What was so great about this place?
Grandpa Lei proudly led him inside. The pots, bowls, and utensils looked ordinary enough, but once he opened a hidden door and went down a staircase, everything changed.
The space below was over a hundred square meters and wrapped in silver-gray metal. Rows upon rows of weapons and equipment densely lined the walls.
Grenades, pistols, submachine guns, Sniper Rifles, rocket launchers... everything was there. An exceptionally well-equipped armed off-road vehicle was even parked in the center of the underground vault.
"This is... a secret armory!"
"That's right. Isn't it cool? Can any of those lousy apartments and villas of yours compare to this?"
The greatest advantage of a private courtyard was that it could be modified.
Grandpa Lei had expanded the basement and turned it into a secret collection room. Looking at his treasures every day was the ultimate retirement pleasure.
As they chatted, the defense system alerted them that someone had arrived. When they pulled up the surveillance feed, they saw Mo Wushan from the Martial Arts Association knocking on the gate.
Grandpa Lei grinned smugly and pressed the release button.
"Old Mo, you're here! Come on, check out my armory. I bought a box of premium tea. Have a taste."
These two old men really had a great relationship!
They were retired, so whenever they got bored, they would go help out somewhere. They often gathered to drink tea as well. Just like now, whenever one got new tea, he would share it with the other.
Grandpa Mo looked rather happy. It was rare for this stingy old bastard to invite him for tea. Before he had even arrived, he was already shouting.
"Old Lei, you finally grew a conscience and are willing to treat me to tea. Let me tell you, regarding Xu Jiang, I absolutely won't back down... Huh? Why are you here too, Xu Jiang?"
Grandpa Mo was quite surprised to see Xu Jiang. Then he immediately thought of a terrible possibility.
"Don't tell me you—!"
"Hahaha~~~ Xu Jiang is my disciple now. Of course it's only natural for him to come here with me."
"You old bastard, you called me over just to show off?"
"How could that be? Look, isn't there tea? Take it. You can leave once you're done."
Forget what he had said about their great relationship. These two old men were bitter rivals.
He had deliberately called the other man over to show off his disciple, then kicked him out after seeing him stomp his feet in anger. How shameless.
Xu Jiang shook his head. Rather than continue watching the two old men bicker, he walked toward the most conspicuous display case and looked at a battered revolver resting on its rack.
A weapon that had never earned merit possessed no Mech Soul. This was the only restriction of the General's Order.
How was merit determined? That had always confused Xu Jiang. But the revolver before him gave him a clear answer as to what a battle-hardened veteran truly was.
The silver alloy body, the extra-long six-inch barrel, the black streamlined grip—without a doubt, it was a Colt Python Revolver.
Unfortunately, its body had lost the domineering presence it should once have possessed.
Half its cylinder had been destroyed, and its barrel was covered in scars. It looked as though it had endured a life-or-death battle, withstanding attacks from blades, guns, and clubs until the very end.
"Death Dance. Once a symbol of faith. Unfortunately, now it's just a decoration." Grandpa Lei walked over and looked at the revolver with nostalgia in his eyes.
When the catastrophe first descended, humanity had been caught off guard by the sudden appearance of monsters. Death Dance's owner had been among the first heroes to complete his class change, pick up a weapon, and fight back.
Unfortunately, the hero had ultimately fallen on the battlefield. This battered revolver had accompanied him as he covered the refugees' retreat and fought until the last moment.
With modern technology, it could certainly be repaired, but there was no need.
No one would use such a low-tier weapon anymore. It was better left as a memorial, its vicious scars bearing witness to the hero's blood and sacrifice.
This was the first time Xu Jiang had fully learned the story behind a weapon.
Without question, this revolver was a weapon with a Mech Soul. His General's Order had already sent him a notification.
"Can I have this weapon?" Xu Jiang asked.
"You want it? Of course." Grandpa Lei was not stingy in the slightest. On the contrary, he was more than willing to give Death Dance to Xu Jiang.
It was a legacy of heroic will. Any elder would surely hope that the younger generation could understand that spirit.
Behind them, Mo Wushan wore a sour expression. Very few young people these days possessed the virtue of revering fallen heroes. For that old Lei bastard to find one was truly a waste.
As he thought about it, Mo Wushan's eyes widened. He turned to Lei Luo, only to find the same ghost-struck expression on his face.
Xu Jiang picked up the revolver and lightly brushed its body with his right hand. A streak of light seemed to flash past, and the scars on the gun began to slowly heal.
The elegant gun body gleamed with cold silver light. Its extended barrel seemed to have regained the imposing aura of its prime.
Was it some special repair skill?
No. As a revolver specialist, Lei Luo could clearly sense that the Colt Python Revolver was letting out a faint tremor.
This was a resonance that could only be seen in users who had become one with their weapon.
Resonance the moment he picked it up? Was this Xu Jiang's terrifying talent?
The two old men exchanged a glance and began whispering to each other, discussing a more detailed training plan for this outstanding young talent.
Xu Jiang, meanwhile, was delighted. Stroking the revolver in his hand, he felt that the gun expressed only one trait: cool!
Colt Python Revolver (Major General) Quality: White Magazine Capacity: 6 rounds of .357 Magnum ammunition Title: Death Dance (Awaiting Repair) Skills: Lethal Shot Lv.1, Death Revolver Lv.1 Lethal Shot Lv.1: Fired bullets possess extremely powerful penetration, ignoring 20% of the enemy's armor. Death Revolver Lv.1: After entering combat, power increases by 2% every second, up to a maximum of 50%. ...
The attributes were wonderfully straightforward. A bullet was just a bullet, with none of that fancy nonsense. No matter how thick your steel armor was, he would shoot right through it.
To encourage his other pistol, Xu Jiang deliberately called its name.
'Little Deagle? Are you there?'
"Yes, General."
'Did you see our new companion?'
"I-I saw her." The Desert Eagle's voice seemed a little nervous.
'Since you saw her, did you learn anything from her?' Xu Jiang hoped the Desert Eagle could graduate from elementary school and comprehend more skills from university-level advanced knowledge.
It would be best if it could comprehend that armor-piercing skill. Its power would rise to a whole new level.
The Desert Eagle did not disappoint him. It gained enlightenment on the spot.
"Yes, General. I understand now!"
'Oh? What do you understand?'
"I understand that I'm in love. Beautiful lady, please accept my pursuit."
Xu Jiang: ???
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