Desert Eagle's Spring

After visiting the research department and the materials warehouse, Qi Yao personally helped Xu Jiang register for a house and a car, and transferred 1 million Credit Points.

This first round of investment cost nearly ten million, successfully making a name for Xu Jiang.

Now, it was up to Xu Jiang to perform.

As long as he could achieve good results, the second round of investment would soon follow.

"Don't worry, disciple. Follow your master, and I'll take you to pick out weapons and give you special training. I guarantee you'll crush those brats." Grandpa Lei was already eager to start teaching his new disciple.

In Grandpa Lei's heart, there was nothing more prideful than seeing his disciple become invincible.

Click!

Xu Jiang also snapped his fingers and gestured behind him.

Although the house still needed some renovations, the car had already been picked up. The sleek hovercar was several notches above Grandpa's four-wheeled antique car, and he had finally ended his days of freeloading rides.

Driving a sports car around the city from now on would surely make life more carefree.

They arrived at a secluded courtyard, one after the other. This area seemed to be near an airport, and the buildings weren't very tall. The two-story houses looked a bit simple.

"Why didn't you ask the company for a villa? With your strength, you shouldn't be retiring in a dump like this."

The surroundings looked quite dilapidated. Even the convenience store owner was carrying a shotgun. How chaotic was this place?

Grandpa Lei waggled his finger with a smug look, "You're still young and don't understand. Do you think the apartment assigned to you today is good? Come and see my place."

Third Miss had agreed to give Xu Jiang a house, and he could choose between a villa or an apartment.

Xu Jiang had thought about it for a long time and finally chose the apartment.

After all, the villa area was relatively remote, and the security was average, making it more suitable for retirement.

In contrast, the apartment was located near the Nine Rivers Corporation headquarters, and he was given an entire floor.

It had a professional training ground, luxurious modern decor, and even a small shared jacuzzi. It felt quite grand.

Most importantly, it was convenient for commuting, and with Nine Rivers Corporation responsible for security, he didn't have to worry about enemies seeking revenge.

Looking at the dilapidated courtyard before him, with fallen leaves everywhere and the exterior paint almost peeling off, what was so good about it?

Grandpa Lei proudly led him inside. The pots and pans looked very simple, but when he opened a hidden door and went down a flight of stairs, everything changed.

The space, over a hundred square meters, was wrapped in silver-gray metal, and the walls were densely lined with a large number of weapons and equipment.

Grenades, pistols, submachine guns, sniper rifles, rocket launchers... they had everything. In the center of the underground garage, there was even a well-equipped armed off-road vehicle.

"This is! A secret arsenal!"

"That's right, isn't it cool? Can your shabby apartment or villa compare to this?"

The biggest advantage of a private estate 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 highest form of enjoyment in retirement.

As they were talking, the security system indicated a visitor. He opened the surveillance and saw that it was Mo Wushan from the Martial Arts Association knocking on the door.

Grandpa Lei smiled proudly and pressed the release button.

"Old Mo, you're here! Come quickly, come to my arsenal. I just bought a box of high-grade tea, let me give you a taste."

These two old men had such a good relationship!

After retiring, they were bored and helped out when they could. They often gathered for tea, just like now. When they got new tea, they would share it with each other.

Grandpa Mo seemed quite happy. After all, it was rare for this stingy old man to invite him for tea. He started shouting before he even arrived.

"Old Lei, it's good that you have some conscience today and are willing to invite me for tea. Let me tell you, I will absolutely not back down on the issue of Xu Jiang... Huh? Why are you here too, Xu Jiang?"

Grandpa Mo was very surprised by Xu Jiang's appearance, and then he thought of a very terrible outcome.

"Could it be you!!"

"Hahaha~~~ Xu Jiang is my disciple now. It's only natural that he's here with me."

"You old scoundrel, you called me here just to show off?"

"How could I? Look, isn't this the tea? Take it, you can leave when you're done."

Taking back the earlier words about their good relationship, these two old men were clearly rivals.

He deliberately called the other person over to show off his disciple, and after showing off, he saw the other person getting angry and then kicked him out. It was truly shameless.

Xu Jiang shook his head and didn't continue watching the two old men bicker. Instead, he walked towards the most conspicuous display case and looked at a battle-scarred revolver on the display rack.

"Machines that have not earned merit have no mechanical soul." This was the only restriction of the General's Order.

How to determine if merit had been earned had always been a confusing question for Xu Jiang, and the revolver before him clearly told him what a seasoned warrior was.

The gun body was made of silver alloy, with a 6-inch extra-long barrel and a black streamlined grip. Without a doubt, it was a Colt Python Revolver.

Unfortunately, the gun body had lost its original imposing aura.

Half of the cylinder was destroyed, and the barrel was covered in numerous scratches, as if it had gone through a life-or-death battle, enduring the onslaught of swords, spears, and clubs, fighting until the very last moment.

"Death Dance," Grandpa Lei walked over, looking at the revolver with a nostalgic expression. "It was once a faith, but unfortunately, it is now just a decoration."

In the early days of the Cataclysm, humanity was caught off guard by the sudden appearance of monsters. The wielder of the Death Dance was among the first heroes to complete their job change and take up arms to resist.

It's a shame, but heroes ultimately fall on the battlefield. The only thing that accompanied him as he covered the refugees, fighting to the very last moment, was this battle-scarred revolver.

With today's advanced technology, it could certainly be repaired, but there was no point.

No one would use such a low-tier weapon anymore. It would be kept as a memento, its savage scars a testament to the hero's bloody sacrifice.

Speaking of which, this was the first time Xu Jiang had learned the complete story behind a weapon.

Undoubtedly, this revolver was a weapon with a mechanical soul. Xu Jiang's [General's Order] had already sent a notification.

"Can I have this weapon?" Xu Jiang asked.

"You want it? Of course, no problem." Grandpa Lei wouldn't be stingy; on the contrary, he was very willing to give [Death Dance] to Xu Jiang.

This was a legacy of heroic will, and any elder would hope their juniors could grasp this spirit.

Mo Wushan, standing behind them, looked sour. Not many juniors nowadays possessed the quality of revering martyrs. It was a waste for Grandpa Lei to have found such a good seedling.

As he was thinking this, Mo Wushan's eyes widened, and he turned to look at Lei Luo, who wore an equally astonished expression.

Xu Jiang picked up the revolver, placed his right hand on its body, and gently brushed it. A stream of light seemed to flash across it, and the scars on the gun's body began to slowly repair themselves.

The elegant gun body, flashing with the cold glint of silver metal, the lengthened barrel, seemed to have returned to its peak imposing aura.

Was it some special repair skill?

No, Lei Luo, a master of revolvers, could clearly feel the revolver emitting a soft hum.

This was a resonance that could only be seen in a user who had achieved unity with their weapon.

Instant resonance upon pickup? Was this Xu Jiang's terrifying talent?

The two old men exchanged glances and began whispering, discussing more detailed training plans for this excellent prospect.

Xu Jiang, on the other hand, was also delighted. Stroking the revolver in his hand, he felt it exuded one characteristic: coolness!

[Colt Python Revolver (Rear Admiral)] [Quality]: White [Magazine Capacity]: 6 rounds of .357 Magnum [Title]: Death Dance (To be Repaired) [Skills]: Lethal Shot Lv1, Death Revolver Lv1 [Lethal Shot Lv1: Fired bullets carry extremely strong piercing power, ignoring 20% of enemy armor.] [Death Revolver Lv1: After entering combat, power increases by 2% every second, up to a maximum of 50%.]

These were very straightforward stats. Bullets were just bullets, nothing flashy. Even the thickest steel armor would be penetrated.

To encourage his other handgun, Xu Jiang specifically called out to it.

'Little Sand? Are you there?'

"Yes, General."

'Did you see our new companion?'

"I-I saw it." Desert Eagle's voice seemed a little nervous.

'Since you saw it, did you learn anything from it?' Xu Jiang hoped Desert Eagle could graduate from elementary school and learn more skills from advanced knowledge.

Ideally, it would learn that armor-piercing skill, and its power would reach another level.

Desert Eagle didn't disappoint him; it understood immediately.

"Yes, General, I understand!"

'Oh? Understand what?'

"I understand that I've fallen in love. Beautiful lady, please accept my proposal."

Xu Jiang: ???

A new weapon has appeared!

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