There's something wrong with me

Chapter 77 [Pistol?] (5.3)

[You have discovered an intruder]

Roadside.

Zhang Feng looked at the text prompt while searching for the pistol he seemed to have been knocked out of.

This prompt appeared when Zhang Feng recognized the intruder in the restaurant.

'The gun is there.'

Just then.

After searching for a while, Zhang Feng bent down and picked up the Type 54 pistol on the roadside.

And there was a text reminder in his field of vision, but it was all garbled.

[Hi? …]

[? 》]

[Cracking]

A quick glance.

Zhang Feng only understood the last line.

After that.

Zhang Feng wanted to disassemble it to see how many bullets were left, but found that he couldn't disassemble it.

This gun seems to be integrated.

But fortunately, the safety can be turned off.

Otherwise, Zhang Feng would really not dare to carry this strange pistol.

Click—

He turned off the safety and stuffed it into the back of his waistband.

It's his now.

Looking around again.

Zhang Feng, illuminated by the car lights, found a broken lighter.

It didn't look like it belonged to those intruders, but rather like a passerby threw it away.

'There's nothing else that was knocked out.'

After Zhang Feng took one last look around, he walked back to the car and bent down slightly to look at the front of the box truck.

Some paint was chipped off, and there were some dents.

Zhang Feng touched the injured part of his old partner with his hand, and also rubbed off some paint.

'Sorry for the trouble.'

Zhang Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

In his memory, he worked in the car during the day, and sometimes ran long distances at night, sleeping in the car.

Years of companionship made Zhang Feng feel a little bit of heartache at this moment.

Although these memories can be shielded, Zhang Feng has not experienced them.

'People and things have feelings after a long time.

Not to mention that this thing is the partner I depend on for survival.'

Zhang Feng thought that there were still several thousand yuan at home, so he would take out some tomorrow to repair the paint and fix the front of the car.

Although this set of things would not help his martial power, Zhang Feng just wanted to do it.

Since his intention was moved, he would do it.

Zhang Feng was well-versed in some Yin-Yang Taoist books, and knew that this was called 'Unity of Knowledge and Action'.

It means that the inner cognition should be transformed into practical action, so as to achieve 'moving with the heart, all laws are natural', and not be disturbed by mental distractions.

If there are distractions, solve them instead of shielding them.

This is also why Zhang Feng knew that if he only cultivated without cultivating his heart after the experience of being a guest, the consequences would be very serious.

Simply his own huge and complex memory, as well as various different life experiences, would inevitably lead to ideological division in the future, which would be a big problem.

Zhang Feng was very clear in his mind, so he has been focusing on cultivating his heart in recent years.

Even in the 30 years of 'Master, Infant World', he began to read Buddhist and Taoist books on cultivating the mind.

It was also the foundation at that time that allowed the 'visualization' overclocking in the undercover world to be quickly realized.

It's just that in the past few years.

Zhang Feng has paid more attention to these.

Especially the trip to the Guest World.

It sounded an absolute alarm.

'Everything must be prevented before it happens.'

Zhang Feng thought as he walked back to the car.

… …

Midnight.

Back to the slaughterhouse.

Zhang Feng's home is in the small dormitory in the back.

These are simple houses, and there are also some brick houses.

Anyway, it's in the suburbs, and it's the factory's place, so this year, it's just built casually.

Whatever is convenient is what is done.

"Old Zhang is back?"

The old man at the factory gate came out of the small house when he saw Zhang Feng coming back, and rattled the chain to open the old-fashioned iron gate.

"Sorry for the trouble." Zhang Feng drove in, not heading to the dormitory in the back, but driving to the front.

When Zhang Feng met the strong guy who had just come out at the factory gate, he asked him: "Xiao Mao, is the midnight meal ready?"

"It's ready, Uncle Zhang." The strong guy pointed to the kitchen, "I just finished eating and I'm going back to sleep."

He said, and then asked curiously: "Uncle Zhang, why are you eating in the middle of the night? I remember you don't like to eat too much in the middle of the night, you said your stomach has problems.

If you eat too much and sleep, it will hurt the next day."

"It hurts if it hurts." Zhang Feng knew his old stomach problem, but it wasn't a big problem, "It's even more uncomfortable to sleep hungry."

"Uncle Zhang's words are right." The guy scratched his head, "Uncle, then I'll go back first, you should go to bed early after you finish eating."

"Okay, you rest." Zhang Feng nodded and walked towards the kitchen.

In the previous few hours, Zhang Feng also took the time to open a few meridians.

The body's functions consume more, so he must eat more.

As for the meat selling factory, there is nothing more than food and meat.

There are also midnight snacks for the guys who work overtime.

Of course, you can eat even if you don't work overtime.

Boss Li is very practical to his own people, and the guys in the factory are all fat-headed and big-eared, with a lot of strength in their hands.

Only Zhang Feng and a few others are relatively thin.

It makes Boss Li look like a black-hearted big profiteer.

… …

Goo goo goo ~

Early in the morning, the chickens in the factory crowed.

Inside the simple single dormitory.

Zhang Feng shook his head and got up from the bed, feeling that the factory dormitory in this remote wilderness was really cold.

Then, his stomach also felt a little uncomfortable.

Hua Hua—

He picked up the commonly used digestive tablets on the table.

Zhang Feng chewed two pills dryly, and hurriedly put on his clothes.

When he went out.

In the relatively empty small courtyard, there were people brushing their teeth, washing their faces, and everything.

The air was also mixed with the smell of livestock manure and blood.

Mixing with the fragrance of toothpaste and shampoo, and the fragrance of rice drifting from a distance, it really made people feel refreshed.

Hatou—

After Zhang Feng finished washing, he put his things back in the room, and didn't wander around, but leaned against the door and stared blankly.

One is to open the meridians, and the other is that he has not experienced the factory life of this era.

Now that he personally experiences it, instead of experiencing it with memories, he feels very novel.

But less than two minutes later, Boss Li led five strong men from the factory building.

Seeing Zhang Feng.

He opened his mouth and asked: "Old Zhang, what happened to your car? Are you okay?"

As he said, he looked at Zhang Feng left and right.

The five strong men also looked around and asked.

"Brother Zhang, what did you encounter last night?"

"Uncle, what are you doing in a daze? Did something really happen?"

"I have paint over there, leftover from painting the walls, do you want to use it?"

"Brother Zhang, don't listen to him, his paint is not car paint, how can it be used for cars?"

"By the way, brother, are you repairing the car today? If you are repairing it, I will go get the jack first, let's bulge the car skin, and when we send it to the car repair shop, we will just let them paint it."

Several people offered their own ideas, or asked.

"What's wrong, are you all surrounding Master Zhang?" At the same time, several other guys walked over from a distance.

"What's the matter?"

Some of them were watching the excitement and inquiring about gossip, and some wanted to help.

Zhang Feng waved his hands when he saw a group of people surrounding him: "Don't bulge it, my car was fine, it will be fine if someone repairs it.

But if you guys bulge it, I'm afraid it will break again."

Zhang Feng said, walking towards the cafeteria, "Let's go, let's eat."

Although his stomach was uncomfortable, he still had to eat.

In addition, Zhang Feng planned to exercise his stomach first, so his stomach problems would soon be effectively alleviated.

"What exactly happened?" Boss Li then took two steps to chase Zhang Feng, and said in a low voice: "What exactly did you hit? I see that the trace is that you hit someone's cow or sheep?"

Although this trace may also be a person, Zhang Feng was too calm, as usual, and there was nothing strange in his speech.

So Boss Li didn't think about that place.

"Hit a sheep." Zhang Feng also casually made up a sentence.

"It's really a sheep?" Boss Li came to the energy, "Is it on the way to deliver goods? Is it from our area? If it is someone we know, we have to talk to the owner.

Don't wait for them to find us."

"It's in the Daxiao District of Heshi." Zhang Feng walked to the factory gate, "I saw the owner at the time, and I also paid compensation, don't worry, let's eat."

Came to the small cafeteria.

Zhang Feng took a few pig trotters and some marinated meat.

Who knew that he hadn't eaten two bites.

Boss Li's broad body sat opposite with a quack, and said again: "I forgot to tell you one thing just now.

Do you still remember Factory Director Lin? He is a friend I have mentioned to you several times before, my friend."

"Um… I know." Zhang Feng swallowed a mouthful of meat, "He runs a refrigerator factory."

"That's him." Boss Li picked up a pig trotter from Zhang Feng's plate.

"Brother Li, Brother Zhang." At this time, several guys from the factory also came to eat.

"Let's not talk about it, let me talk to your Brother Zhang about something first." Boss Li waved his hand to them, and then looked at Zhang Feng and said: "He has a batch of color TVs to send, and said to let you go around noon.

Let's send it to Meng City, Qing Province, which is about a thousand kilometers away."

Boss Li said, gnawing on the pig's trotters.

"Um… and ah, don't refuse.

If the driver in his factory hadn't had something to go out, that car of TVs would add up to tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, and people wouldn't let us pull it at all.

Don't look at how many years I have been friends with him, but this car of things is too expensive."

"Um… indeed." Zhang Feng was also eating pig trotters, and thought about it.

Since he doesn't know how to find other intruders now, why not take a big job first?

Pulling big butt TVs.

By the way, go around and maybe you will meet them.

"How much is the freight?" Zhang Feng asked.

"Five thousand." Boss Li wiped his mouth, "It's not a lot."

"That's not a small amount." After delivering goods for decades, Zhang Feng knew this price was very fair. "Now the oil price is 2.5. We're delivering this to Qing Province. Including the toll fees and fuel costs, the long-distance freight price is about 4 yuan per kilometer.

Roughly estimating, it's about four thousand six or seven.

Director Lin even gave an extra three or four hundred."

"Hehe." Boss Li laughed and said, "Maybe his TVs are too expensive, so this three or four hundred is to let you drive more steadily, so you don't shake his TVs apart."

Speaking of this, Boss Li changed the subject and said, "That sentence just now was a joke. Don't be angry with Director Lin.

He also said why he gave more at the time.

He said that he was afraid that Master Zhang wouldn't be able to find a return trip in a short time when he was out of town, so it was considered living expenses."

"Hmm." Zhang Feng silently ate the pig's trotter. "This Director Lin is quite a character."

"Definitely!" Boss Li said with a hearty laugh, "If I were such a straightforward person, would I deal with him if he weren't a character?

What do you say? Old Zhang."

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"Right." Zhang Feng put down the pig bones and wiped his oily hands on his work clothes.

"I'll go repair the car in a while and go over to pick up the job at noon."

"Okay." Boss Li nodded, then shook his head and said, "If I could drive, I would have gone.

Moreover, Director Lin also said that he would give you a discount of two hundred yuan when buying a TV.

My TV at home is broken, and I just want to buy a new one."

"You're just saying you want this discount." Zhang Feng smiled and shook his head. "When I come back from delivering the goods, let's go to his factory to buy a TV together."

"You said it!" Boss Li handed Zhang Feng a pig's trotter. "Come on, Old Zhang, have another one. This one has more meat."

… …

Morning.

Zhang Feng repaired the car a bit and went to the appliance factory dozens of miles away.

Arriving at the entrance.

Zhang Feng made a phone call.

"Director Lin, I've arrived."

"I'm sorry, Master Zhang." Director Lin seemed to be in the city, and the environment was very noisy.

"I'm not in the factory. I'm on the street outside.

I'll have my son pick you up now. He'll go with you to deliver the goods and collect the payment. Please take care of him."

"Okay." Zhang Feng had already prepared for someone to follow him, after all, this thing was too expensive, and he also had to collect cash payments on delivery.

Outsiders would definitely be a little worried, which was normal.

It was just that Zhang Feng originally thought that an old employee from the factory would follow, but he didn't expect it to be the director's son.

Wasn't that a bit much?

Zhang Feng looked at the large factory building in front of him, which had TVs, refrigerators, and everything else.

It looked like it was worth tens of millions in scale.

To have his son personally monitor tens of thousands of goods? And in cash?

Zhang Feng's criminal police instincts told him that there was something wrong.

And about a few minutes later.

A handsome young man who looked relatively sunny walked out of the factory quickly and came to the car.

"Are you Brother Zhang?"

He sized up Zhang Feng in the car.

Thin and honest were his first impressions of Zhang Feng, and his feelings were quite good.

"Hmm." Zhang Feng also glanced at him.

Judging by his age, he looked to be in his twenties, but he seemed to have just graduated, and his behavior was a bit restrained.

With a slight sweep.

Zhang Feng knew that there was no problem with this batch of goods, but that Director Lin wanted to train his son.

Decades of life experience allowed Zhang Feng to understand some of the mundane affairs of the world.

"Little Director Lin."

After Zhang Feng understood, he didn't delay. He greeted him in the car,

"Your dad said to let me go directly to the factory to load the goods. People are in a hurry. I'll go to the place where I load the goods first, and then get out of the car to chat."

"It's just ahead." When Little Lin heard the title of Little Director Lin, he immediately felt happy and hurriedly led the way for Brother Zhang.

… …

In the factory.

The workers loaded the goods, and Little Lin watched the loading on the side.

In the car.

Zhang Feng touched the gun on his waist, wanting to hide the gun.

Because Little Lin was an outsider after all, and coupled with the fact that they would encounter temporary security checks when getting on and off the highway.

Zhang Feng didn't want to add any unnecessary twists and turns, and didn't want people to see anything.

Otherwise, they would all be troublesome things that couldn't be resolved in a short time.

Thinking.

When Zhang Feng took out the gun, he found that the scrambled code had disappeared.

The text had already deciphered it.

[Exclusive item of the Space-Time Temple]

[Heindrich's Recovery Handgun Type 2: Common, Epic, Recovery]

[Effect 1: The binding of the Space-Time Temple has been解除]

[Effect 2: Under the rules of the Space-Time Temple, it will recover 1 bullet every minute until the magazine is full]

[Effect 3: Cannot be disassembled]

[Effect 4: The entry has been copied]

[Effect 5: Double the happiness]

'Copied?'

When Zhang Feng saw this double entry, he knew that it also existed in reality.

It was an unexpected surprise.

But it still had to be hidden.

Although now, it looked a bit powerful, with many effects, and it was a high bonus to himself, it was also a trouble.

Thinking in his heart.

Zhang Feng lifted the bed (long seat) behind the driver's seat.

Looking over, he could see the machinery inside the car.

And in the upper part of the corner, there was a small wooden box.

When he usually drove, he liked to put the money in it when he got the payment.

So as not to encounter robbers on the road.

At this moment, Zhang Feng put the gun in the small compartment, where the temperature was not high.

Furthermore, according to the normal rules of the world, normal bullets will undergo high-temperature testing during the manufacturing process.

Under normal circumstances, the gunpowder inside will not spontaneously ignite in ordinary high temperatures.

And this gun, although it was not a normal gun.

But precisely because it was not normal, it might be more heat-resistant.

'Hiding it here should be no problem, right?'

Zhang Feng was not very sure, but how would he know if he didn't try.

So, without thinking too much, he hid it directly.

Then put the seat back in place again.

'As long as my documents are complete when I face a security check, and I'm not overweight, and my face is not flustered.

Then there is a high probability that I will have a smooth journey, and no one will dismantle the entire car to check it.'

… …

Having a meal at the appliance factory at noon.

Afternoon.

Zhang Feng set off with Little Lin.

Things were as Zhang Feng had thought.

Although they encountered a security check along the way.

But Zhang Feng's steady appearance, and Little Lin's curious appearance of riding in a big truck for the first time.

One was honest, and the other was like he had just stepped out of the school gate.

No one would dismantle the entire car to look at it.

"Thank you for your cooperation." The person who checked opened the trunk, randomly checked a few TVs, and then let Zhang Feng go.

It was just that on the same night.

Ten o'clock.

Whirr whirr whirr—

It started to rain heavily.

At this moment, Zhang Feng had only been driving off the highway for twenty minutes, and was driving along a suburban road.

But the visibility was too low.

For safety reasons.

Zhang Feng wanted to find the nearest town and gas station to stop, but after asking several drivers on the road, he found that the nearest one was a twenty-minute drive away.

Plus, with the rain, he might not be able to get there in an hour.

"I was originally thinking of resting on the suburban road at the next city around twelve o'clock."

Zhang Feng shook his head and glanced at Little Lin, who had lost his curiosity and was only tired.

"We may have to sleep in the suburbs today."

"Is there anything wrong with the suburbs?" Little Lin didn't quite understand, but he understood a little, "Is it unsafe?"

"It's okay." Zhang Feng felt that there was nothing unsafe or safe.

Because he had now opened twelve meridians, and his physique had also increased by 1.3.

If he really encountered robbers, he would fight.

… …

At the same time, ten kilometers away.

Under a big tree on the side of the road.

A man in his thirties, a little fat, was not afraid of being struck by lightning at all, but was sheltering from the rain under the tree.

"Lightning, although it will strike trees, it won't necessarily strike the tree I'm standing under."

He was wearing ordinary sportswear, with his hands holding his casual jacket over his head, looking at the thunder and lightning in the sky, "But… I should still dodge a little, in case I'm really struck to death, I would be too wronged."

The man came out from under the tree again and squatted down on the side of the road.

Swish swish swish—

Bean-sized raindrops hit his clothes, making him look depressed.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have done the task at night.

I took a taxi from the city to this remote mountain area, and after searching for a long time, I couldn't find the 'Brother Qi' who was the target of the task.

Didn't the task say that they were robbing at night?

Could it be that because of the rain, they didn't work? That's too unprofessional."

The man was very depressed, and then looked at the road he had come from, "Now it's good, the drivers on the road don't dare to stop when they see me hailing a car in the middle of the night. I really have to walk back."

He muttered to himself for a while, and seeing that the rain wouldn't stop for a while, and seeing that he was already soaked.

So, he simply broke the pot and prepared to run back.

But after walking less than half a mile.

Whoosh whoosh—

He saw a box truck with its lights on coming from behind in the rain.

This car seemed to be a new hope.

Immediately.

The man showed a bright smile as if he had seen a haven, and hurriedly stood on the road, waving his clothes and said:

"Master! Stop for a moment!"