Gunfire, Punk and Necromancer

"Bo!" Zhuang Xuteng pulled his mouth out from the gap, then lowered his head and looked down at Nightingale. "Using my face as a plug? I'm just average-looking, so you don't have to try so hard, right?"

Nightingale raised her head, snorted, and said, "You are a combat mercenary, how can you be pushed by my small strength? Either you did it on purpose, or you did it on purpose, right?"

"I understand what you want to do. Although I have a better plan, explaining it to you will take up time. I might as well do it according to your wishes - but this has nothing to do with you stuffing my face so hard."

"I have to use force that you can't resist to do the action. I didn't expect you to be pushed so easily." Nightingale shook her head, pointed outside the gap, and said, "Stop talking nonsense. Is the outer cover open?"

Zhuang Xuteng nodded. Just as Nightingale was slamming his face against the wall, he used the spirit servant to pull open the cover, revealing the interface below. He stepped aside, and Nightingale took his place and lay on the wall, pointed his open forehead at the gap, and then stretched out his "tentacles".

"I need to stay connected and not disconnect quickly. So if anyone comes, you get in my way. You can put your hands on my waist - no touching my butt."

"As soon as possible." Zhuang Xuteng sighed.

Viewed from the back, Nightingale's posture is very attractive, but it's just that it's during the mission, and Zhuang Xuteng neither wants nor dares to be distracted by her beauty. He thought for a moment and decided that just using his own body to cover himself might not necessarily prevent him from being watched. If someone insists on coming up to check, the fact that both of them are fully clothed will only cause confusion.

So he took off his clothes and used his top to make a simple cover. The seam area of ​​the carriage was originally very small, less than one and a half meters wide. After he unfolded his clothes, he could fully touch the walls on both sides. He held up his clothes with invisible wraith servants, just enough to cover the area from his waist to his knees.

At the same time, he was also prepared. If anyone still poked his head, he would greet them with a punch.

Since they are located next to a food truck, there are bound to be people passing by. Zhuang Xuteng pretended to be shaking his body, and most of the passers-by covered their eyes and quickened their pace. At most, they would scold him for being immoral, or they would cough loudly twice to express dissatisfaction after passing by. Zhuang Xuteng didn't dare to look back at all. He only felt a fever on his face. At this time, he couldn't help but think about a problem: he would be stared at when he walked back later, which would be too embarrassing.

Oh, by the way, the hood of the fake identity is still under the clothes, okay... No, no, Nightingale and Yanque are still here watching, it's best not to expose this false identity. It’s not easy to go to Boss Qian to exchange for a new one during the mission. Now that I’m using it, what should I do during the actual mission, and there’s no need to expose this ability? Forget it, why don't you just get stared at without losing any skin? Nightingale and Rock Bird are both very beautiful girls, and most others would sigh at the flowers stuck in cow dung. Cow dung is just cow dung...

After having the ideological awareness of breaking the jar, Zhuang Xuteng immediately felt thick-skinned and his nervousness completely disappeared. When the train bumped and shook, he was able to reach out and hold Nightingale's waist to help her stabilize her posture. Nightingale didn't resist, and certainly didn't express gratitude. Two people just performing a mission, that's all.

"Do you have any hemostatic spray there? Give me some." About twenty minutes later, Nightingale put her hands on the wall and slowly raised her head. Her face was covered with blood, so she took the hemostatic spray and sprayed it on her forehead, then asked for a tissue to wipe it with. Her complexion was very poor and turned livid, giving the impression that she would collapse at any moment. "Call Yanque here, she will continue my work."

Zhuang Xuteng was stunned for a moment, then hurried over and called the rock bird on the dining table over with two snaps of his fingers. Zhuang Xuteng knew that both sisters had the ability to spy on communication signals. Just like two battlefield radios, they could communicate directly with each other. Now that Nightingale needs Zhuang Xuteng to greet her sister, it means that her physical and mental endurance has reached its limit.

"Yanque, come on, I'll give you the current rune key." Nightingale waved to Yanque, and the two of them squatted by the wall under the cover of their clothes. The two opened their foreheads together, their tentacles touched each other, and the shadow energy was transmitted through the tentacles.

"Why is it so complicated?" Yanque frowned and asked.

"The version of the shadow slave chip has been upgraded, and the runes need to be cracked again. Fortunately, their design ideas are passed down from the same line, otherwise we would be in trouble." After Nightingale passed the message, she pushed her forehead with her hand - originally this implant could work on its own Closed, and she had to even save this operation, she had definitely reached her limit.

Yanque raised her head and stared at Zhuang Xuteng with her big eyes behind her long eyelashes, her meaning self-evident.

"I will help her relax, and you can just concentrate on dealing with the train." Zhuang Xuteng asked Nightingale for permission - she almost fainted and shook her head up and down, which meant she agreed - and put his palms on her The top of his head began to absorb resentment.

"Hmm..." Nightingale groaned.

"Shh!" Zhuang Xuteng was startled and said, "You are speaking too loudly, and why are you so tactful? This puts me under great pressure!"

Yanque smiled and said, "She can't help it. You have to plug her mouth with something."

Zhuang Xuteng was stunned for a moment. When he saw Nightingale blushing and feeling ashamed, he said, "Can't you just shut your mouth?"

"I...I will let go, I can't hold it down." Nightingale shook her head and explained: "There is something wrong with my implant, which affects my nerve response. Just cover my mouth with your hands."

Zhuang Xuteng looked at his palm, then grabbed Nightingale's hand and put it on her mouth, then held her hand down with his own. "I only have one hand left, and at the same time slowing down the massage speed, maybe the impact will not be so obvious."

He was overthinking it. The nightingale would still call, but it was all pressed back and the sound was much softer. Zhuang Xuteng gradually understood that she did not make such a sound on purpose. It was indeed like some kind of neural triggering mechanism, like a conditioned reflex. Is this also a side effect of implants? I feel a little pitiful about her.

Someone was passing by, and the postures of the three of them were more suspicious than before, and Zhuang Xuteng was completely shameless. He could clearly feel the blazing gaze behind him, and he could even feel the strong resentment. What are you complaining about? Suck them all dry! Zhuang Xuteng simply absorbed the resentment as quickly as possible and tried to shorten the current embarrassing state as much as possible.

Judging from the severity of the accumulated side effects, the elder sister is much more severe than the younger sister. The resentment taken out of her body was equivalent to four dead people. Logically speaking, she would have been tortured to death, but she actually managed to hold on and survive. This is incredible! In addition to the quantity, the concentration of these grievances is also amazing. It is a quality that can only be produced after years of accumulation. Zhuang Xuteng can directly turn these grievances into servants of resentful spirits without using magic skills to compress or transform them.

According to necromancy, the resentment in Nightingale's body has become a ghost. Her consciousness may be occupied by ghosts at any time, and she may also turn into a monster like a wailing banshee. There was a similar situation in the age of gods, which was called endogenous ghosts. After the gods leave, there will no longer be ghost visions, only people who will be tortured to death by the shadow slaves will happen.

The gods are gone and the ghosts are gone, but the side effects of the shadow slave implant will not stop. Zhuang Xuteng absorbed the resentment, and Nightingale's condition improved significantly. She raised her head and looked up at Zhuang Xuteng with crystal clear eyes, her eyes filled with gratitude.

"Shh..." Zhuang Xuteng could do nothing but remind her to keep quiet.

The stalemate lasted for more than twenty minutes. Before the conductor could check, Yanque finally completed the work. She took the coagulation spray, smacked it on her head, and then hit her head with the heel of her palm. "We'll talk when we get back. I'll help my sister while you clean up here. There are blood stains on the floor and walls, and the lid outside is not closed. Don't let it leak."

Zhuang Xuteng nodded, got out of the way, and then squatted down to clean up. The outer cover was closed with a wraith servant, and the latch was inserted back. He also poured some water on it, which would speed up the growth of rust. After cleaning up, he got dressed and returned to the sleeper car. By this time, the sisters had finished applying make-up to their faces to cover the signs of injury.

"There were some twists and turns, but I finally finished it. It was not in vain." Yanque rubbed his temples with his fingers, frowned and said to Zhuang Xuteng: "Thankfully I came here, otherwise I would have been blinded by then. The train has changed the shadow chip, and Judging from the traces of upgrades, they do this every two months."

Zhuang Xuteng quickly asked: "Then the next replacement will be..."

"It will be after we take action." Yanque's brows did not loosen as she said: "Having said that, time is very tight. As long as they advance a week in advance, they will replace it before we take action."

"That is to say, the current schedule is not safe." Zhuang Xuteng thought for a while and asked: "Have they ever changed in advance before? When did they start doing this?"

"First question: No. Second question: They started doing this eight months ago." Yanque glared at Zhuang Xuteng, pointed at his head, and said, "Why don't you wink at all? I have a headache, hurry up Massage. I won't moan randomly, you should know this. Oh, sister, why are you pinching me!"

"Let Naike take a moment. Whether it's a shadow follower or a shadow follower spell, there will be a price as long as you use it. We can't just care about our own comfort."

"Sister, do you see that he looks a little tired? That's amazing, really amazing!" Yanque lay on the small square table in the middle of the sleeper, looked sideways at Zhuang Xuteng, and said, "Your hands are better than All the devices and treatments I’ve seen that reduce side effects are great! I feel like I can’t live without you.”

Nightingale raised her hand, and although she made a gesture of slapping her, in the end she just touched her sister's head. "Don't talk nonsense. Let's express our gratitude more. Don't talk nonsense about anything else. Naike, I made you laugh."

"I can understand. I have only one request: Don't tell anyone about this matter. If you want you to agree, then during this mission, I will help you recover without charging a penny." Zhuang Xuteng Taking advantage of the situation, he said: "Nightingale is right, this kind of thing does have a burden. I only absorb and suppress it temporarily, and then I will take time to resolve it. This involves my martial arts, so I can't elaborate on it for you."

"That's what I guessed." Nightingale grabbed the rock bird's ear and said, "Say thank you properly."

"Thank you." After Yanque finished speaking, he lay down again, pointed at his head, and even moved his head towards Zhuang Xuteng across the table.

Zhuang Xuteng smiled, put his palm up, and said while absorbing the resentment: "Okay? What else did you find?"

"I connected to the train's control system through the interface and found some information. The weight of the treasure house carriage fluctuates around 80 tons and never exceeds 85 tons. We have a little more margin, 87 tons is almost enough."

"The Halo helicopter has been modified to be able to lift 65 tons...Thanks to the balloon program, otherwise the carriage would not have been taken away at all."

Nightingale nodded and said, "Let's give the helicopter an extra 15 tons of payload. Normally, it's only 50 tons. Normally, no one would think that anyone could close this gap, and no one would think of the idea of ​​hoisting the carriage."

"Who thought of it first?" Zhuang Xuteng asked.

"I remember it was Henry Henderson. He came up with the idea at a meeting between middlemen." Yanque said: "The original plan was to dismantle the carriage, throw away the contents, and then send people to pick it up from the outside."

"From this point of view, our action is quite hasty." Zhuang Xuteng absorbed the grievances and asked: "If they change the image sensor chip again, or even change it on the day of our action, and cannot respond in advance, how will we do it?" What to do? It took you more than forty minutes to crack it this time. You may not have such ample time when you take action."

"I left a backdoor in the train's system. I can go back from there and it won't take that long." Yanque pointed at his head and said, "I also recorded all the changes brought about by replacing the image sensor chip. Come down, go back and do some research, you can guess the weaknesses of these chips, don’t worry!”

Zhuang Xuteng smiled and said, "What do you mean I can rest assured? I'm just a mercenary who works like you. If you want to rest assured, you should tell our middlemen and employers."

At the mention of the middleman, Nightingale's face darkened. She didn't say anything, just touched her sister's back lovingly.

Yanque lay on the table and couldn't see her sister's expression. She only talked to Zhuang Xuteng: "The employer doesn't care how we act, as long as we hear the news of success! By the way, Nike, I know how to open the door from inside the car. I'll go with you to take a look under the car later? My sister is not in good condition, so let her sleep here! Don't worry, I will accompany you well, and I promise to shut up and not scream. "

"No need for you, you can rest here." Zhuang Xuteng glanced down at his watch and said: "According to the timetable, there will be a station in ten minutes. The train will stop for three minutes. I will go out directly. You all stay inside and wait. I'll come back after figuring out the situation."