Mechanical Alchemist Chapter 32: Help rules

After successfully taking office, Su Lun clearly felt the gap between "professionals" and "non-professionals".

Furthermore, this is only the difference in the increase in physical attributes and skills after taking office. The real focus of improving the combat effectiveness of "professionals" is still in "alchemy planting equipment".

Although Su Lun couldn't see other people's attribute panels, he could guess that he used gold materials to advance to the rare profession "Puppet Master", and his attributes would definitely crush those of the same type of profession by a large margin.

This also made him more "worried" about the direction he would choose to install alchemy equipment in the future.

With such good talent attributes, I feel that using ordinary planting blueprints would be too wasteful. Even if it was the silver plant equipment [Thousand Killing Wings] worn by Goethe, the cadre of the gang, "Night Angel", Su Lun always felt that it was a bit unsatisfactory.

The high agility attribute matches, but the high skill and high mental power are a bit wasted.

Without much thought, Su Lun meditated in the hotel for a whole day after his successful inauguration.

He needs time to adapt to the skyrocketing attributes after taking office.

[Rune Puppet] brought a huge improvement to his physical fitness. And for a long time in the future, this growth will continue in a decreasing form until the curse characteristics in the material are completely digested.

During the whole "digestion" process, he would hear whispers in his ears from time to time. That was the inspiration that the alchemist who refined the inheritance materials of "Puppet Master" wanted to give him. In this process, he might learn more professional abilities.

.......

At night, the fog covering the entire city gradually became thicker.

It’s time for the work assembly again.

Su Lun woke up from meditation early.

My thoughts returned to reality, and the unpleasant noises from the next room came over again.

He glanced at the harsh environment of the room, frowned, and muttered: "It looks like we have to find a long-term residence."

Check out and walk out of the hotel.

Su Lun arrived at the meeting place a quarter of an hour earlier than scheduled.

In front of the abandoned building next to Green Street, a bonfire was lit in an iron barrel, and the flickering firelight illuminated monster-like figures on the wall.

However, something is wrong with the atmosphere today.

Captain Kai sat on the steps nearby with a cold face, no smile on his face. No one among the old birds was laughing or joking today, as if they knew what was going to happen, they all stayed quietly.

Su Lun walked to the edge of the road, found a seat, and imitated the ruffian posture of the old birds, squatting there.

People came one after another, and some people noticed that the atmosphere was not right, so they whispered to each other.

"What happened? I think the captain's face doesn't look good..."

"Hey, the sniper who attacked us yesterday was found to be an old man from the gang, Miller. The relationship between that man and Captain Kai is very good, but it's a pity..."

"Ah...you mean, Captain Miller of Hongban Street is a mole?"

"Shh, the captain is in a bad mood, don't mention this."

"..."

Su Lun listened on the sidelines and roughly figured out the reason for Kai's dark face.

But there weren’t many surprises.

He had already guessed that there were not many gunmen who could accurately kill targets at that distance. If they were from within the Cross Society, they would probably be easily found.

Kai's face will naturally not look good if his friend becomes a mole.

However, when Su Lun heard that the man committed suicide, he felt that the matter was not that simple.

But I didn’t think too much about it. That was a headache for the gang’s top brass.

Not long after, everyone arrived.

Kayi didn’t talk nonsense at all. He said directly with a black face: "Those who did not attend the gang action yesterday should stand up on their own!"

Although the words were not loud, everyone could hear the ruthless coolness in his tone.

Everyone looked at each other in shock. At this moment, two gang veterans stood up with pale faces.

"Captain, it's not that I didn't want to...I drank too much yesterday and I really didn't hear the assembly..."

As soon as the bearded man was about to explain something, Kai interrupted him and said expressionlessly: "Qiao, you are also an old man in the gang. You should know the gang rules very well. Do it yourself..."

"I..."

Hearing this, the bearded man named Qiao looked ugly.

But he also knew that gang rules were impersonal, so he gritted his teeth and stopped talking. He picked up the ax not far away, and then slashed at his left wrist without hesitation.

"Kuacha" was a crisp sound of bone cracking.

The sharp ax cut off the wrist in one stroke, and the broken palm fell to the ground, blood spurting out.

Qiao was covered in cold sweat, looked at Kai, and lowered his head: "Captain, I was wrong."

Kayi still said nothing and glanced at the other person, "Dorn, what about you?"

"I..."

Although the other skinny cockscomb-headed man turned pale with fright, he still walked out tremblingly.

Not everyone can chop off their own hands without blinking. This guy was still so frightened that he stammered, "Captain, I...I can't do it..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold light flashed, and another severed palm fell to the ground.

A loud cry of ghosts and howls echoed through the broken building.

.......

Su Lun and a group of gang members witnessed a **** gang execution scene, but this was a common episode.

The gang's discipline is very loose, but when it comes to gang rules, there is no mercy.

However, broken arms are not a big problem in this world. The most basic mechanical prosthesis only costs 10,000 to 20,000 yuan. But those two unlucky guys didn't participate in yesterday's mission, and they didn't get the bonus. They probably had to hang a broken hand for a long time.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Kai led everyone to patrol the three blocks of Green Street on time.

After half an hour, call it a day.

The old guys were drinking, and those who should be looking for women were looking for women, and they dispersed in a hurry.

Su Lun sat next to the octagonal cage in the Scarlet Bunker again and began his night of gambling.

Probably because gamblers who don’t care about winning or losing are always lucky, Su Lun won two games in succession.

But the bets are not big, just one thousand and one bet.

Originally, he wanted to bet on either red or blue for all tonight's games, just like yesterday, so as to save himself the trouble of placing bets every time.

This way of betting will definitely not make you rich, but according to the probability, you won’t lose too much.

Su Lun didn’t come here just for gambling, so it didn’t matter.

But just when he was about to place a bet, a bold female voice suddenly came from behind, seeming to ask him again.

"Which side do you like in the next round?"

Looking back, I saw a brave green-haired woman with four long knives at her waist.

She walked straight to Su Lun and lay down beside the fence. Judging from her serious look, it seems that she can see more clearly because she is close to the Octagon. She looks like a "gambling addict".

"Boss Qianjou?!"

Su Lun saw that this person looked familiar, and when he saw the fierce tattoo on one of her arms, he immediately recognized it. Isn't this the "Four-Armed Rakshasa" Senjo, a cadre of the Cross Society?

Although she was not wearing the **** and exposed red leather armor yesterday, the loose skirt she wore today, which looked like a kimono, could not hide her towering figure.

Qianjou was a little surprised when he heard Su Lun's name, and looked up at him, "Hey...newcomer?"

Su Lun nodded, "Yeah."

I thought it was probably because of the "cross mark" on her clothes that she didn't notice it.

Senjou didn't seem to care about the title, saying: "You are just like Kai-chan and the others, just call me Senjou-san."

Su Lun nodded, "Okay, Sister Qiantiao."

But he was thinking in his heart, why is this cadre coming to the arena?

Qiantiao's eyes fell back to the Octagon again. She seemed to have a fanatical obsession with gambling.

It seems that she really came here specifically to gamble.

She asked again: "I think you seem to be lucky...Who do you think will win the next game?"

"I can't tell..."

Su Lun also knew that the two red lottery tickets in his hand exposed the fact that he had won two games in a row.

But his bet was purely a cover-up. He only came here to harvest the memory fragments of corpses, so there was no one he was optimistic about.

Qianjo felt that his coy answer was very unsatisfactory, so he raised his eyebrows and asked: "Then which one are you going to buy?"

"Red...blue square bar."

Su Lun felt that if he bought red again, it would give people a very perfunctory feeling, so he changed his choice to blue.

Unexpectedly, when Qianjo heard this, he immediately waved to the girl who placed the bet and said loudly: "Come on, bet 10,000 on the blue side."