Chapter 195

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

The opportunity was rare, so Chen Yi spent 3,000 US dollars, in two installments, to have the Mexicans buy him 28 long guns and 25 short guns for him. The most expensive among the long guns were scoped hunting rifles, which could easily exceed 1,500 dollars; those without scopes were cheaper but still cost 600 dollars. Semi-automatic rifles and shotguns were relatively inexpensive, while handguns were extremely polarized in price.

The bullet calibers varied widely: 5.56mm, 7.62mm, 9mm, 12-gauge, and so on. Normally, ordinary people wouldn't buy firearms in such bulk, but Chen Yi didn't care; after all, they would eventually end up in the little lizard's stomach, and he could just let it sort them out when using them.

"Need me to call you a car?" The Mexican asked with a fawning smile as he walked out of the store.

"No need." Chen Yi lifted two gun cases with his left hand and two bags of guns with his right, showing not the slightest sign of strain.

The Mexican's open mouth could no longer close; this was several hundred kilograms of stuff...

Chen Yi gave him a warning glance and turned toward the back alley where the vagrants were.

However, the temptation of tens of thousands of dollars still made the Mexican unable to resist following. He had seen the Chinese man pull out rolls of cash from his pocket more than once, and it looked like there was still plenty left. Even if his money was all spent and he took those weapons back, it would be enough to make one last desperate gamble.

Life in New York was hard; to survive here, one had to be bold enough.

The Mexican followed without the slightest hesitation; registering people at the gun store was just his part-time job.

Chen Yi deliberately tore open a Listening Scroll just to hear the movements behind him clearly.

All the way to the back alley of the hotel, the Mexican still trailed several hundred meters behind. Chen Yi leisurely took out a. 50 caliber M500—yes, this was a 12.7mm revolver, with the same caliber as a sniper rifle or heavy machine gun, 456 millimeters long, comparable to a short-barreled submachine gun, a giant known as the "palm cannon." Leaving aside practicality, in many film and television works, this kind of equipment used to take down an African elephant with one shot could still often be found. Because he had seen it, he spent 1,500 dollars to buy it.

The M500 was loaded with Magnum powerful pistol ammunition; holding it in hand, it was heavy, much larger than an ordinary tumor a hospital would need to remove, and one could imagine the huge kinetic energy after it entered flesh. Due to its oversized volume, a revolver that usually held six bullets became a "palm cannon" with only five rounds; in other words, its volume far exceeded the normal 20%.

Casually opening a box of bullets, Chen Yi loaded only one, then placed the remaining bullets in front of the little lizard and commanded, "Eat them."

It instantly turned a bitter yellow, but had to hug the bullet box with both front paws, suck the bullets with its tongue, and swallow them whole, as if eating coptis.

Chen Yi could understand it; if he himself encountered something he didn't like to eat, he would also try to swallow it without refusing.

He lightly raised the gun, pointing it at the end of the alley.

The Mexican had just turned the corner when he saw the pitch-black muzzle.

The M500 was bought by him on behalf, and he was very clear about its power; this thing was not at all weaker than a rifle, one could say that wherever it hit, that part would disappear.

"This... I just came to take a look." His English had an even stronger Spanish accent, and his legs were trembling involuntarily.

"Come over." Chen Yi waved his hand.

"I'm leaving, really, I won't cause trouble."

Chen Yi shook the pistol.

The Mexican obediently walked over.

"Turn around, kneel down."

The overly long gun barrel was almost pressed into his mouth.

Seeing the other man snot and tears all over, Chen Yi felt a wave of disgust, found a spot on him that wasn't heavily tattooed, and struck there with a knife-hand.

The Mexican, whose Body Technique wasn't even Level 1, had a physique only slightly better than a Slave Soldier; facing a Positive Knight level Combat Level 2, he was as fragile as a lab mouse, grunted, and fainted.

Chen Yi curled his lip, threw out the little lizard to transform into a vehicle, and at the same time hoisted the Mexican by his ankles, swapping positions with the vagrant, and said to the unconscious latter: "You're lucky, kid, getting a set of clothes for free."

The vagrant slept soundly...

The little lizard was stuck at Body Technique Level 9; although its speed of transforming into a vehicle had improved, it still took about 30 minutes. Chen Yi wasn't in a hurry, sitting in the corner admiring the firearms in the bag. Men all have violent factors; regarding increasing their own attack power, they have an innate need. A man who cannot attack cannot pass on his own DNA, naturally cannot leave traces in the river of evolution—unfortunately, the progress of modern science has given modern mutated genes a little opportunity to take advantage.

God hates biologists.

Finally, the little lizard completed the transformation drenched in sweat; the open pickup truck's rear was enormous.

Chen Yi put the firearms into the Space Storage Ring; the bullets that didn't fit, along with the package and the Mexican, were stuffed into the back seat, and then he said: "Bengluo, when we get near Times Square later, transform back quickly."

"Transform again?" The little lizard moved uncomfortably and said: "I just ate a lot of gunpowder..."

Chen Yi grunted; if it weren't that the firearms were too hard and the bullets too many, he would have prepared to let the little lizard eat them and then go back.

The biggest problem with the Light Gate near Times Square was that it wasn't desolate enough. After dodging left and right, Chen Yi still had the Mexican in his arms and stuffed him into the phone booth together. After entering the subway, his first move was to strike the other's neck again, in case the level of unconsciousness wasn't enough.

The Holy Qiao Kingdom arrived in an instant; Chen Yi hid the Mexican in front of another door, only threw two packs of paper to the Mages, waved his hand, and left.

Timothy and the others knew the Master had business, so they all respectfully saluted.

The subway headed in the direction of returning to Jiangning.

Chen Yi was a bit nervous.

Although there was a direct flight from New York to Jiangning, for him, it had too many meanings.

The car stopped.

Chen Yi dragged the Mexican off the car, and before he woke up, blindfolded him.

"It should be fine now, right."

Looking up at the empty platform, it seemed to be Jiangning Station indeed.

Chen Yi temporarily left the Mexican on the ground, ordered the little lizard a sentence "Watch him tightly," and then ran up himself.

The Binjiang Road Department Store had already closed, but at the intersection outside, there was still a crowd of people coming and going, as if the night could not affect them at all.

He looked at his watch, 23:40; the world was no different, the mobile phone had a signal, people under the light had shadows, and beautiful young women had buttocks.

"Really not bad."

Returning to the platform, dragging out the Mexican, the outside was still normal.

After trying continuously several times, Chen Yi felt much more at ease; after ordering the little lizard to transform into a Raptor, he prepared to drive back to the Martial Arts Hall.

As for the Mexican, anyway he was blindfolded; sending him back tomorrow would be in time, or just treat him as having been smuggled into China—if he dared to talk nonsense, there would first have to be someone who could understand. Don't look at all Chinese people knowing English; those who could understand English narration were few and far between.

Driving all the way at high speed, after about 5 kilometers, the little lizard suddenly said: "Such great pressure."

"What's there to be nervous about; when eating ammunition, you can mix in some copper or something." The Illusion Dragon liked heavy metals; the heavier the better. Compared to expensive gold and silver, eating copper was more cost-effective.

The little lizard made a muffled sound twice, the car speed slowed more and more, and said: "Is it now, the pressure outside is increasing?"

Chen Yi sat up quickly; the Mexican behind him was fine, but in front...

A light curtain rose slowly, blocking the raptor's path forward.

"Can't walk anymore." The little lizard stopped.

Only Chen Yi could see the light curtain; others were not affected at all.

He got out of the vehicle, grabbed the Mexican, and tried to shove him through the light curtain, but failed. He then dropped the Mexican and walked through the light curtain himself, suffering not the slightest effect.

"Come here." Chen Yi beckoned to the little lizard.

The latter was driverless and passed through the light curtain in an instant. The vehicle still carried the bullets bought in New York.

It seems objects passing in and out through the light gate are not restricted, but people passing in and out through the light gate are restricted to about 5 li inside.

"Let's go back." No joy or anger could be seen on Chen Yi's face. They circled the light curtain visible to the naked eye once, finding no flaw to exploit.

Such a design has its pros and cons. The good aspect is that if bringing people from the West Continent to Jiangning, they would at least be trapped within 5 kilometers; the bad aspect is that when the situation is controllable, this restricts his use of the light gate.

Recalling his own actions after passing through the light gate, there seemed to be no similar restriction; looking at it this way, the Magic Subway in essence ought to encourage pioneering, and be directional? Chen Yi thought so, and kicked the Mexican again, ordering the masked man to walk along the light curtain downward while he followed.

Still blocked.

The Mexican was terrified, begging for mercy nonstop; an impatient Chen Yi knocked him unconscious, bound him again, and hid him behind the iron gate of the subway station. After so many beatings in one night, his neck would hurt for a long period of time.

It was too late to go to the school; he could only return to the Martial Arts Hall.

In the newly built prototype houses, some trainees were still practicing hard. Lin Haitao and She Lei had both received the keys to their own quarters, and trained even more vigorously. Everyone was a person with no one to rely on; the only thing they could do was rely on themselves. The Martial Arts Hall's clear hierarchy and transparent treatment drove the trainees to spontaneously increase their cultivation time.

Liu Xinyu was sleeping in a larger tent; hearing the sound of Chen Yi landing, she quickly ran out and then lightly stroked her chest, saying: "Thought it was some blind little thief."

Chen Yi laughed "hehe" twice, burrowed into her tent, and said: "I want to sleep for a bit."

Liu Xinyu blanked for a moment, then only heard long, steady breathing.

She slowly sat down one meter in front of Chen Yi, watching him carefully. The distance between them was so close it made her feel danger...

"You really aren't afraid." She reached out, teasing the little pet on Chen Yi's shoulder. The chameleon puffed up its cheeks in anger, incredibly cute.

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