Chapter 474: Your Standstill

Wait a moment!

Bai Ying pushed Lin Feng away.

Huh?

Lin Feng looked at Bai Ying, puzzled.

Bai Ying removed her shoulder insignia.

She placed it on the cabinet beside.

"Sorry, I almost forgot!"

Lin Feng said, a little embarrassed.

Bai Ying closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around Lin Feng's neck.

After a few minutes, the two finally stopped.

"I have to go!"

Bai Ying said lightly.

"Can't you stay?" Lin Feng pouted.

Bai Ying laughed; Lin Feng now resembled a spoiled child.

"Every time you come to me, you just want to do something bad."

"Nonsense! I just want to have an in-depth discussion with you about the current international situation."

"I still have things to do; I can't let you off so easily."

"Isn't it mutual?"

Bai Ying couldn't argue with Lin Feng.

Taking the shoulder insignia, she opened the door and left.

"Sigh..."

Lin Feng looked full of regret.

But this is also pretty good.

Some things only become desirable when they can't be obtained.

Bai Ying had already left, and Lin Feng didn't stay either.

He drove back to Zhao Xiaoyang's Fierce Tiger Gym.

He took out the 20 magazines from the box and had Zhao Xiaoyang help unscrew the bullet tips.

Of course, he didn't use ordinary pliers, but a specialized tool.

After removing the original bullet tips, he installed bullet tips made of Tung Metal.

"Brother, why change to this kind of bullet tip?"

Zhao Xiaoyang asked curiously.

Lin Feng smiled and said: "This bullet tip is heavier; although the range is shorter, the lethality is greater and the penetration is stronger."

He could only explain it this way.

Zhao Xiaoyang nodded.

He had previously tested Lin Feng's dagger, which was indeed harder and sharper.

With Zhao Xiaoyang's help, they finished assembling most of them by late night.

300 bullets were reloaded into the magazines.

These are special bullets; Lin Feng would not use them unless dealing with Witch Tribe members.

Calculating, each such bullet, by weight, is worth nearly two hundred thousand dollars.

Its manufacturing cost is higher than that of an ordinary missile.

Of course, Lin Feng hopes he will never have to use such bullets.

At 4 a. m., Zhao Xiaoyang went to rest.

In the room, Lin Feng picked up a Tung Metal-made Prime Minister.

The Tung Metal's color is similar to copper; after polishing, it looks like a copper dagger.

But its hardness is much higher than iron.

Lin Feng used a lighter to heat the blade's edge.

Then he lightly scratched the back of his hand.

A shallow cut appeared.

Then some red blood seeped out.

The wound eventually healed, but it took a full hour.

If it were an ordinary knife, the wound would heal in at most a few minutes.

In other words, after being wounded by this metal, the body's healing ability is weakened.

Such a small wound is fine.

But if it were a large wound, taking over an hour to heal, it would be useless.

If a Witch Tribe member's organs are damaged and cannot recover immediately, or if they lose too much blood, they will die or fall into a coma.

In Lin Feng's mind appeared Qi Yao wielding a Tung Metal-made scalpel, slicing away at a Witch Tribe member's body... hoping it's not a young witch.

Lin Feng felt that the young witch seemed somewhat afraid of Qi Yao.

20th, Sunday.

Evening.

Lin Feng drove and arrived at Chen Yingqiu's Galaxy Community.

Meiwu suddenly left, making Chen Yingqiu sad for a while.

She called the police.

Unfortunately, Meiwu is an unregistered resident, lacking even an ID, so how can we investigate?

Without Meiwu's help, business also deteriorated a lot.

The days of earning ten thousand per month are gone forever.

At the entrance of Unit 1, Building 6, Room 606, Lin Feng pressed the doorbell.

Hearing the doorbell, Chen Yingqiu hurried to the door and peered outside through the peephole.

How I wish it were Meiwu.

As it turned out, it was Lin Feng, that big pig's trotter.

Nevertheless, she quickly opened the door.

"Hello, long time no see!"

Lin Feng said with a smile.

Chen Yingqiu pouted, stepped aside, and let Lin Feng enter.

"You don't seem happy!"

Lin Feng said while changing his shoes.

Chen Yingqiu said: "Yeah! I've been feeling really depressed lately..."

"What's the matter? Tell me."

After putting on his slippers, Lin Feng lifted Chen Yingqiu onto the sofa.

Chen Yingqiu thought for a moment, then frankly said: "Didn't I tell you before that I have a cousin?"

"Hmm!"

Lin Feng nodded.

Chen Yingqiu continued: "Actually, she's not my cousin; that day I was drying clothes on the balcony, and she stole my clothes..."

She then recounted to Lin Feng in detail how Meiwu appeared.

After she finished, Lin Feng laughed.

Chen Yingqiu and Meiwu obviously developed feelings for each other.

But regarding Meiwu's situation, we still can't tell her now.

"Don't worry! She's fine." Lin Feng comforted.

"Huh?"

Chen Yingqiu isn't stupid either; she quickly sensed something was off.

Chen Yingqiu furrowed her brows: "Speak up, was it you? Did you discover her when you came over that day?"

Lin Feng nodded and whispered: "Let me tell you, she actually escaped from a mental hospital.

Her mind is a bit off; she's been caught back and is receiving treatment."

"Ah?"

Chen Yingqiu looked astonished.

Before Lin Feng could wait for her to ask which mental hospital Meiwu was in, he continued: "She's also involved in several homicide cases, so you won't be able to see her for now; but if fate allows, we'll meet again."

Chen Yingqiu let out a sigh and waved her hand: "Never mind, never mind!"

Lin Feng nodded and then said: "Go, make me something to eat; I won't be going back tonight."

Chen Yingqiu nodded and hurried off to cook.

After dinner, Lin Feng took Chen Yingqiu out shopping.

The village girl finally stopped thinking about Meiwu and became happy.

Yanjing's night was very lively.

The girls who had finished a day's work came out, wearing various colored ***, swaying their long legs.

Lin Feng's pure appreciative gaze went to look.

"What are you looking at!"

Chen Yingqiu twisted Lin Feng's waist.

"Hiss~"

Lin Feng took a deep breath.

"Accompanying me shopping but not focused, you might as well go keep them company."

Lin Feng hurriedly said: "I was wrong! I won't look; they don't have legs as long as yours, nor a figure as good as yours."

The village girl threw a little tantrum, still quite cute.

As we passed the entrance of a shop whose nature we didn't know, a young girl in a kimono ran over.

She handed a flyer to Chen Yingqiu.

Chen Yingqiu curiously took it and looked; it printed some event of "Little Japan".

Lin Feng glanced at it, then snatched the flyer from Chen Yingqiu's hand and threw it on the ground.

He even stepped on it.

Just as we were about to leave, a young man rushed over, shouting, "Hey! Stop!"

Lin Feng turned around and looked at the young man.

This guy was wearing a samurai outfit adorned with chrysanthemums, a "Little Japan" style.

"Sir, please pick up that flyer." The young man said solemnly.

"Or not?"

Lin Feng raised his head and said.

「Your stuff, if you don't pick it up today, you can't leave! 」

The young man shouted loudly.