Tonight We Wrap Zongzi

Question: If a Desert Eagle and a revolver were combined, what would their child look like?

This question was profound. If he had the chance, Xu Jiang wanted to witness this marvel.

Unfortunately, Little Deagle's courtship was not going smoothly.

"Beautiful lady, please accept my pursuit."

"Allow me to refuse."

"Your charm has deeply moved me. Can we get to know each other? My name is Desert Eagle."

"Not interested."

Judging by her voice, she was definitely female, but unlike Qianji's resolute and firm tone, this one's voice carried a strong chill.

Seeing Desert Eagle's setback, Xu Jiang quickly tried to smooth things over.

'Hello, welcome to our big family.'

"Thank you, General."

'May I ask your name?'

"My name is Qing Wu."

She spoke in short, four-character bursts, as if speaking more would be a waste of energy.

Within two sentences, Xu Jiang noticed Desert Eagle trying to get close to Qing Wu again. Unfortunately, Qing Wu wasn't interested at all; she vibrated her body and pushed Desert Eagle away.

Guns falling in love? What a bizarre scene.

Xu Jiang ignored them and lowered his head, beginning to ponder the information on Qing Wu's panel.

Unlike other machines, this new revolver had its own title, [Death Dance], and was marked as needing repair.

If the Rear Admiral's rank represented her potential, then her white quality should represent her current state.

Her damaged body had been repaired by [General's Order], but her quality had dropped. To reactivate her title, her quality needed to be improved.

Similarly, the other equipment should be about the same.

As her quality continued to improve, she could unleash more hidden powers, but the method was temporarily unknown.

"Xu Jiang! Have you finished choosing? Aren't you going to pick some other weapons? For example, that mecha greatsword looks good."

It was Mo Wushan who spoke, his old face leaning in, actually trying to persuade Xu Jiang to learn swordsmanship.

It wasn't too much of a problem for a mecha user to learn swordsmanship. This old man had wanted to take him as a disciple before, specifically to get him to switch to a melee mecha.

With a power core, large weapons like chainsaw swords, power swords, and greatswords could all be used, providing ample power and energy.

If there was an opportunity in the future, practicing some melee weapons wouldn't be impossible.

"But I'm not even good with guns yet. At least let me get proficient with them."

With the newly acquired revolver, the best combat method would naturally be dual-wielding.

However, his shooting relied mostly on Desert Eagle's [Telekinetic Bullet]. Now, holding another revolver in his left hand, it was unknown if he could even hit the enemy.

Grandpa Lei quickly squeezed in, pushing Mo Wushan aside.

"Exactly, exactly! Don't disturb my disciple while he's learning guns. Come, Xu Jiang, follow me to the courtyard. I'll demonstrate my unique ultimate skill."

After admiring the treasures, it was time to show off his skills. Today, he wanted Xu Jiang to be completely convinced.

In this day and age, one couldn't survive until retirement without some skills. Grandpa Lei naturally had his own pride.

He drew two revolvers from his waist, twirled them a couple of times, and asked Xu Jiang, "You must have heard my name before, right?"

"Haven't heard of it."

"...Then I'll tell you now. When I was young, people called me [Thunder Dual Pistols]!"

Listen to that tone of pride. Was he that impressive? I've heard others called [Celestial Worthy of Primordial Beginning], and that title isn't even imposing.

"Is it because your surname is Lei?"

"What nonsense! It's because of my ultimate skill: [Thunderous Revenge]!"

Grandpa Lei felt his face was lost. This brat, having never witnessed his aura of fighting a hundred against one in his prime, actually showed disdain.

"Now I'll demonstrate it for you. Come on, shoot me once with your [Explosive Shot]."

Standing in the courtyard, Grandpa Lei, without any protection, confidently challenged Xu Jiang's bullet.

But my [Telekinetic Bullet] can curve! If I accidentally blow your head off, wouldn't that be considered patricide?

"Don't worry, just shoot. Your master isn't that weak. If he were killed by you, he wouldn't be qualified to be your master," Grandpa Mo said from the side, sipping tea and snacking on melon seeds, also helping to persuade him.

Thinking about it, it made sense. If he couldn't even withstand a single bullet, he probably wouldn't have lived this long.

Thus, Xu Jiang drew his gun and fired.

"Why aren't you aiming..." Grandpa Lei was caught off guard.

He had heard Pang Shi's description. Xu Jiang's bullets could curve, which was incredibly abnormal.

But isn't this a bit exaggerated? Just flinging it around randomly? Look at the arc it's making.

Fortunately, Grandpa Lei's foundation was still solid. He remained calm in the face of danger, quickly predicted the bullet's trajectory, and made a forceful swipe with his left hand.

With a soft clang, before Xu Jiang could react, Grandpa Lei's other gun was already aimed at his head.

"This is! Catching bullets with bare hands?" Xu Jiang was shocked.

With that casual swipe, the bullet was actually slapped to the ground, and even the Explosive Shot failed to detonate.

"Haha~~ How about that? Impressive, right? This is just a move called [Revenge Counter], a skill unique to revolvers. Of course, if you become my disciple, I'll teach you the advanced [Thunderous Revenge] too."

Seeing Xu Jiang's astonished eyes, Grandpa Lei was very satisfied.

[Revenge Counter] was considered a rather advanced skill, with no skill stones available on the market. One could only learn it through the daily guidance of masters like himself.

Furthermore, he possessed an even more formidable secret technique: [Thunderous Revenge]. With this combo, Xu Jiang would likely be so awestruck that he'd kneel and call him "Master."

Hmm? Why is he just standing there spacing out? Shocked? Is his mental fortitude that weak?

Grandpa Lei held his pose for a long time, but unfortunately, he didn't get Xu Jiang's attention.

It wasn't that he was extremely shocked; Xu Jiang was silently communicating with Qing Wu at the moment.

'This move seems very powerful. Can you learn it?'

"A mere trifle."

'Really? How long would it take to learn?'

"One practical combat."

The concise answer revealed Qing Wu's past strength.

Even if everything were to start over, her foundation was still there. Learning skills that were once effective wouldn't be difficult; it would only require a single practical combat session to refresh her memory.

However, speaking of practical combat, it would likely be in the Spirit Realm in two days.

But the Spirit Realm had a mission attached to it, and it had to be prioritized. He wondered if it would have any impact.

As Xu Jiang was contemplating, a communication request came in.

Xu Jiang accepted, and Ying Xiaoxiao's voice came through: "Xu Jiang, where are you? Are you finished? To celebrate your narrow escape from death, let's go on a mission tonight."

The two old men nearby listened with blank expressions. To celebrate surviving a near-death experience, shouldn't they be having a big meal? Or perhaps picking a fight? Was working overtime through the night also considered a celebration?

Xu Jiang's eyelid twitched as he instantly understood Ying Xiaoxiao's intention.

Last time, when the new recruits joined the team, she also said it was a celebration. This time, she was saying it was a celebration for surviving a near-death experience. This was just an excuse to go robbing, wasn't it?

A thought crossed his mind, and Xu Jiang remembered Qing Wu's mission – didn't she need practical combat? Robbery should count as practical combat, right?

"Okay, I'm done. But I'm at my master's villa. I'll head back to the company right away."

"No need. Let's meet near the mission location. I'll pick you up."

After hanging up, Grandpa Lei frowned slightly. "The Spirit Realm opens in two days, so your time is very tight. You can skip those patrol missions. I'll talk to them for you."

"No need. I just joined the organization, and I don't want special treatment. Let's continue tomorrow."

Xu Jiang didn't want to miss out on Team 17's activities and unhesitatingly rejected Grandpa Lei's offer.

Driving to the agreed-upon location, a black van was already waiting.

Rolling down the window, Ying Xiaoxiao, Sha Tu, Baozi, and Xiao Zhen were all present. Xiao Hei's voice also came through the walkie-talkie.

Before Xu Jiang could speak, Ying Xiaoxiao preempted him: "Is this sports car yours? Perfect. After we finish our business, we can take your car back."

As expected, this mission was definitely not going to be good. They were already planning to ditch the car before it even began.

Xu Jiang didn't mind. He smiled slightly, got into the van, and squeezed the little ghost near Xiao Zhen's chest.

He casually asked, "How about it, what's today's target? Are we robbing the mafia again?"

"Of course not. Robbing the mafia all the time is boring," Ying Xiaoxiao said with a smug smile. "We're going to make zongzi today."

Make zongzi? So wholesome? Was I overthinking things? Xu Jiang doubted himself.

Then, the car stopped in front of a mass grave