Question: If a Desert Eagle and a revolver had a child, what would it look like?
The question was profound. Given the chance, Xu Jiang wanted to witness that spectacle.
Unfortunately, Little Deagle's path to courtship was not going very smoothly.
"Beautiful lady, please accept my pursuit."
"Allow me to refuse."
"Your charm has deeply moved me. We could get to know each other. My name is Desert Eagle."
"Not interested."
The voice was definitely female, but unlike Qianji's firm, resolute tone, this one carried an intense chill.
Seeing Desert Eagle suffer a setback, Xu Jiang hurriedly tried to smooth things over.
Hello, welcome to our big family.
"Thank you, General."
May I ask what I should call you?
"My name is Qing Wu."
She spoke in four-word bursts. It felt as though saying even one extra word would be a waste of effort.
In the time it took to exchange two sentences, Xu Jiang noticed Desert Eagle trying to stick himself against Qing Wu again. Unfortunately, Qing Wu had no interest in him at all. Her body gave a slight shake and sent Desert Eagle bouncing away.
Two guns falling in love? What a bizarre sight.
Xu Jiang ignored them, lowered his head, and began pondering the information on Qing Wu's panel.
Unlike the other machines, this new revolver had her own title, Death Dance, and it was marked as awaiting repair.
If the rank of major general represented her potential, then the white quality probably represented her current state.
General's Order had repaired her damaged body, but her quality had already fallen. To reactivate her title, her quality had to be raised again.
The same should apply to the rest of the equipment.
As their quality continued to rise, they could unleash more hidden power. The method was simply unknown for now.
"Xu Jiang! Have you finished picking? Aren't you going to choose any other weapons? That mech greatsword, for example, is pretty good."
Mo Wushan spoke up, his old face leaning in as he actually tried to persuade Xu Jiang to learn the sword.
For someone in the mech class, learning swordsmanship was not much of a problem. This old man had wanted to take him as a disciple before because he wanted him to switch to close-combat mechs.
With a power core, he could use large weapons such as Chainsaw Swords, power swords, and greatswords. They could provide ample strength and energy charge.
If he got the chance in the future, practicing some close-combat weapons would not be a bad idea.
"But I can barely use guns right now. At least let me get proficient with shooting first."
Now that he had a revolver, the best fighting method was naturally dual-wielding weapons.
But his shooting basically relied on Desert Eagle's Telekinetic Bullets. With another revolver in his left hand, whether he could even hit an enemy was still unknown.
Grandpa Lei hurriedly squeezed over and shoved Mo Wushan aside.
"Exactly, exactly. Don't interfere with my disciple learning guns. Come on, Xu Jiang. Follow me into the yard, and I'll demonstrate my unique secret technique."
After showing off his treasures, of course he had to show off his skills. Today, he would make Xu Jiang submit completely.
These days, surviving until retirement without any real ability was impossible. Grandpa Lei naturally had his own pride.
He drew two revolvers from his waist and spun them around twice before asking Xu Jiang, "You've probably heard of my reputation already, right?"
"No."
"...Then let me tell you now. Back in my youth, I was known as Thunder Dual Pistols!"
Listen to that proud tone. Was it really that impressive? He had even heard someone called Celestial Worthy of Primordial Beginning before. That title was not intimidating at all.
"Is it because your surname is Lei?"
"What nonsense! It's because of my secret technique: Thunderous Revenge!"
Grandpa Lei felt utterly embarrassed. This little brat had never seen the imposing manner he had displayed when facing a hundred enemies alone, yet he dared to look so disdainful.
"Now I'll demonstrate it for you. Come on, fire a shot at me. Use your Explosive Shot."
Standing in the yard without any protective gear, Grandpa Lei confidently challenged Xu Jiang's bullet.
But my Telekinetic Bullet can turn! If I accidentally blow your head off, would that count as killing my master?
"Just shoot without worry. Your master isn't that weak. If he gets killed by you, then he isn't qualified to be your master anyway." Grandpa Mo, who was drinking tea and cracking sunflower seeds nearby, also tried to persuade him.
Thinking about it that way, it made sense. If he could not even catch a single bullet, he probably would not have lived to this day.
So Xu Jiang drew his gun and fired.
"Why aren't you aim—" Grandpa Lei was caught off guard.
He had heard Pang Shi's description. Xu Jiang's bullets could turn, which was incredibly abnormal.
But wasn't this a little too exaggerated? Did he just swing his hand and fire randomly? That bullet had curved around such a huge arc.
Fortunately, Grandpa Lei still had plenty of tricks up his sleeve. He remained calm in the face of danger, swiftly predicted the bullet's position, raised his left hand, and slashed hard through the air.
With a light clang, before Xu Jiang could react, Grandpa Lei's other gun was already aimed at his head.
"This is... catching bullets barehanded?" Xu Jiang was stunned.
With that casual swipe, the bullet had actually been slapped onto the ground. Even the Explosive Shot had not detonated.
"Haha~~ So? Impressive, right? That was only Revenge Counter, a skill unique to revolver weapons. Of course, if you acknowledge me as your master, I'll teach you the advanced Thunderous Revenge too."
Grandpa Lei was extremely satisfied when he saw Xu Jiang's astonished expression.
Revenge Counter was considered a fairly advanced skill. There were no Skill Stones for it on the market at all. Only through the day-and-night guidance of an expert like him could someone possibly learn it.
And he had an even more powerful exclusive secret technique: Thunderous Revenge. After seeing all this, Xu Jiang would probably kneel down in admiration and call him Master, right?
Hm? Why was he just standing there in a daze? Was he too shocked? Was his mental fortitude really that poor?
Grandpa Lei held his pose for a long time, but unfortunately failed to gain Xu Jiang's attention.
It was not as though Xu Jiang was extremely shocked. He was silent because he was communicating with Qing Wu.
That move seems pretty powerful. Can you learn it?
"Child's play."
Really? How long would it take to learn?
"One real battle."
Her concise answer revealed the strength she had once possessed.
Even if everything had started over, her foundation was still there. Learning skills that had once worked for her would not be difficult. She only needed one real battle to refresh herself.
But when it came to real combat, there should only be Spirit Domain two days from now.
Yet he had accepted a mission in that Spirit Domain and had to prioritize completing it. He did not know whether that would affect anything.
As Xu Jiang pondered, a communication request came through.
Xu Jiang accepted it, and Ying Xiaoxiao's voice came from the other end. "Xu Jiang, where are you? Are you done? To celebrate your narrow escape from death, let's go do a mission tonight."
The two old men nearby looked bewildered. To celebrate escaping death, shouldn't they have a big meal? Or at least pick out a brazier? Working overtime through the night counted as a celebration?
Xu Jiang's eyelid twitched as he instantly understood what Ying Xiaoxiao meant.
When the newcomers had joined the team last time, she had said they were going to celebrate. This time, after escaping death, she was saying they would celebrate again. She was just looking for an excuse to go rob someone.
With a thought, Xu Jiang remembered Qing Wu's task. Did she not need real combat? Robbery should count as real combat too, right?
"Sure, I'm done. But I'm at my master's residence. I'll head back to the company right away."
"No need. Let's meet near the mission site. I'll pick you up."
After hanging up, Grandpa Lei frowned. "Spirit Domain opens in two days. Your time is tight. You don't really need to take part in those patrol missions. I'll go speak to them for you."
"No need. I just joined the organization, and I don't want special treatment. We can continue tomorrow."
Xu Jiang did not want to miss Team 17's activities, so he decisively declined Grandpa Lei's attempt to keep him.
He drove to the agreed location, where a black van had already been waiting for quite some time.
When the window rolled down, Ying Xiaoxiao, Sha Tu, Baozi, and Xiao Zhen were all inside. Xiao Hei's voice also came through the radio.
Before Xu Jiang could speak, Ying Xiaoxiao struck first. "This sports car is yours? Perfect. Once we're done, we can take your car back."
Sure enough, this mission was definitely no good. Before it had even started, they were already preparing to abandon their vehicle and flee.
Xu Jiang had no objections. With a faint smile, he got into the van and squeezed the Xiao Youling on Xiao Zhen's chest.
He casually asked, "So, what's today's target? Robbing gangsters again?"
"Of course not. Robbing gangsters all the time would be boring." Ying Xiaoxiao smiled smugly. "Today, we're wrapping rice dumplings."
Wrapping rice dumplings? That harmonious? Was he overthinking things? Xu Jiang began doubting himself.
Then the van stopped in front of a chaotic graveyard...
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