"I mean, someone wanted to kill me tonight, and I beat him to death."

"Can you send some Bronze Guests to help me guard the door tonight? I'm afraid something might happen to me."

Yang Gui was furious:

"Who dares to touch my military advisor?"

On that day, Yang Gui claimed that Lin En was already under protection.

The next morning,

A group of neighbors gathered together to chat,

"Whose gunshot was heard last night?"

"Scared me to death!"

"So close!"

"I don't know who's family is infected with the plague again."

Aunt Soapy recalled the gunshots last night and looked at Lin En's Prosthetics Shop.

He said in horror:

"It seems like Lynn is dead!"

"ah?"

"Really or not?"

"It should be right, the gunshot came from that direction!"

Some people are heartbroken:

"I told him a long time ago not to do these dangerous things, as he can make a living and make a living!"

"Yeah yeah!"

"What a pity you are so young!"

"Fortunately, I didn't introduce anyone to him. If he did, he would have become a widow as soon as he got married."

At this time,

Lynn is here.

A group of people looked at each other,

Everyone started to blame Aunt Soapy.

She just likes to spread rumors.

"What's wrong?"

Lin En asked pretendingly,

After learning the cause of the matter

He also echoed:

"It was so scary. I was sleeping at home when I suddenly heard gunshots!"

"It kept me awake again!"

Everyone nodded: "That's not what you said!"

Three days later at midnight,

Lynn is sleeping,

Suddenly I heard someone shouting loudly outside the door.

Gunshots rang out,

thump.

Someone died in front of Lynn's store.

Then there was the sound of a body being dragged,

the next day,

Lin En got up and took a look,

Everything is business as usual.

Like the street after a heavy rain.

And in a certain prosthetic shop opened in an old street,

The boss is answering the phone,

The person on the other end of the phone sounded unkind.

"I can't move. I'm covered by someone, so give up."

"Because the intelligence provided was not good, if one of us died, you would have to pay additional compensation."

The boss suddenly turned pale.

He originally wanted to ask Lin En about his new supply channel.

Unexpectedly, he lost his wife and lost his troops.

Knocking on the mountain shakes the tiger,

for a while,

All the prosthetics shops on the street knew about Lin En's current situation.

They are people with background!

About a month passed.

this day,

Lin En's firearms manufacturing project successfully broke through to level 2. He felt a crackling feeling and gained a new understanding of firearms knowledge in his mind.

Even making T2-level firearms is easy.

He built a working gun around a sp-2 rapid-fire blue laser generator that he had prepared for a long time. The appearance was still modeled on that ordinary pistol, but due to circuit limitations, the outer casing had to be enlarged.

After a while, a new mold was used, and the surface was carved a little more finely.

After making a few handfuls, Linn felt relieved.

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen Yang Gui for a long time."

Linn thought to himself.

Since I entrusted Yang Gui to protect me a month ago,

He never contacted the other party again,

At this time, he had successfully created a T2-level weapon.

Then he took out his mobile phone and called Yang Gui.

Yang Gui didn't answer.

Lin En frowned, but didn't care.

I just updated the weapon casually.

The price is more than twice as expensive as the T1-class pistol equipped with sp-1 blue laser.

When the customers coming and going saw the pricing of T2-level weapons, none of them bought it.

Lynn didn't care either.

There's no way it can't be sold.

Yang Gui will help him recycle it.

Time flies by and it’s the end of the month.

Pedestrians on the old streets are usually far apart, and they treat every passer-by equally, regardless of man or woman, with vigilance and vigilance.

For the old hunter Edmond, other people's vigilance would always be unfairly assigned to him, and this was all due to his appearance.

He was tall, with a huge aquiline nose, and his eyes looked sharply at everyone.

He was holding a hand cannon that was still emitting smoke. The plasma of unknown creatures formed a stream along the barrel, staining his trouser legs and dripping into his boots.

He walked on the old street, forming a circle of no man's land around him, but the rate of turning back was extremely high.

He stopped.

Look at the door in front of you.

"Lynn Prosthetics Shop"

Hunters are almost the most careless group in the entire firefight area. They hang around on the line of life and death all year round. Once they are lucky enough to survive, they will use the reward of this hunting to enjoy themselves in the market.
To be continued...