"This one's on me."
When they reached their destination, the driver handed Liu Zheng a miniature cannon model—the very Miniature Gustav Railway Cannon he had used for a bet last time.
"Name: Miniature Gustav Railway Cannon (Single-Use)" "Type: Item" "Quality: Perfect" "Effect: Fires one devastating artillery blast. The shorter the distance the player is pushed back by the recoil, the stronger the blast becomes. If the player remains completely still, the blast becomes piercing damage and gains a magic-breaking effect." "Note: As long as the range is far enough, there's no need to transport it to the front lines! But then how are you supposed to aim, Dr. Krupp?" "Can be taken out of the instance: Yes"
"No need, Colonel. This time, I'm taking people and confiscating goods. I won't need this."
Liu Zheng swallowed but still refused.
They were going to City Hall to cause trouble, and the driver was giving him this? He was genuinely afraid the driver might get him killed for fun.
A perfect-quality item was nice, but a dependable helper was more important.
"Boring."
The driver curled his lip, and black smoke once again spewed from the military sidecar motorcycle's exhaust pipe.
Then both the motorcycle and the driver vanished into thin air.
That was the ability of this stealth heavy military motorcycle. It could not only evade the naked eye, but even thermal imaging devices and detection magic could not spot it.
Liu Zheng had already decided that the next time he went out to make trouble, he would rent this vehicle. He would sneak quietly into the village and keep the guns silent—then let's see who still dared say his methods were crude.
He looked at the trading company before him. The sign read "Xingzhen Trading Company," and its storefront looked