Villains: The protagonist sells his kidneys just for the villains to squander

Quartermaster 007 rolled his eyes.

Are you satisfied with such a little power?

"You are too worthless! Do you want a fighter jet? Bring two missiles?"

Then with a snap of the fingers, a supersonic fighter jet flew by in the sky, and a missile was launched directly. In the blink of an eye, a mushroom cloud rolled up in the distance.

"How about some laser cannons!"

A beam of light directly divides the mushroom cloud into two halves, from which a larger mushroom cloud rises.

"Stop, stop, stop...there aren't many spirit stones left!"

"Say it early! How much is your total now?"

"274 top-grade spirit stones, 4795 top-grade spirit stones, 25485 middle-grade spirit stones, and 845752 low-grade spirit stones."

"Um, it's only 162.4737 low-grade spirit stones. If you remove 10, that's 152.4737 yuan. It's enough to buy a fighter plane. You are so poor!"

"Gu just wanted to use it for his own soldiers."

"How much?"

"one thousand."

"How many boxes of bullets do you need? One box needs 10 low-grade spirit stones!"

"Uh, a thousand boxes."

"A total of 11 low-grade spirit stones are needed. Do you want a combat plane?"

"Not now."

"Okay, goodbye."

Ying Zheng was kicked out.

"Huh... It's terrible, my heart almost stopped."

Ying Zheng rubbed his wounded heart, frightened by the sudden appearance of the plane and the guns fired from nowhere.

In the main hall, a corner was also missing, and one-tenth of the spirit stones were deducted, all of which were settled with low-grade spirit stones, and the space was nearly one-fifth less.

In its place is a box of boxes.

However, Ying Zheng found that he could understand the words and patterns on the box.

Up directional arrows, hanging points, hazard signs and more.

The rectangular boxes are submachine guns, and the square boxes are bullets.

Ying Zheng went to open the rectangular box with great interest.

There are two submachine guns lying quietly inside. The texture of the metal, the black color, and the cold iron quality all show the degree of danger.

This time there was no instruction manual.

After all, modern people will use it.

And Ying Zheng with the blessing of wisdom.

I opened the insurance without a teacher, and was about to try it out, but found that there was no reference here, and if it caught fire again, the spirit stone would be destroyed.

More than 300 spirit stones from last time were burned directly.

This time, it is a spirit stone of a great hall. If it is destroyed, the entire Qin Kingdom will not have so many.

He went out with the robot flame.

Guizi, who was guarding the door, hurried forward.

But he saw Ying Zheng carrying a submachine gun in his hand, which looked heavy.

"My lord, this is???"

Yingzheng was tired after taking it for a long time, so he handed it over to Guizi.

"Hold a submachine gun! Let someone take a shield and put it a hundred steps away. You use this to hit the shield."

The dream was very real, but Ying Zheng felt unreal.

So he asked the eunuch Guizi to try it.

But Guizi was holding the submachine gun, but the muzzle of the gun was pointed at her, and she was still touching the body of the gun.

"My lord, what kind of gun is this, what is it for?"

"Same as me."

Guizi heard Ying Zheng's words, looked up at the small pistol in Ying Zheng's hand, and almost threw the submachine gun out in fright.

Ying Zheng also reminded: "You hold it backwards, the gun is aimed at yourself, and you are the one who died."

"ah!!!"

Guizi panicked even more, pointing the gun at the ground, at the sky, and at herself. . .

Seeing Guizi's appearance, Yingzheng felt relieved. Everyone in the world is like this, so he can be a good king.

Naturally, Ying Zheng would not go out of his way to teach people how to use firearms.

"Flame, teach the cabinet how to use a submachine gun!"

"Yes, Master."

The robot flame is not impatient, and the teacher is very patient.

Ying Zheng stood aside, watching the soldiers bring up an iron shield.

Guizi, who had just learned how to use a submachine gun, carefully pulled the trigger thinking about the power of the submachine gun.

"Tut-chug..."

Although the recoil is strong, Guizi gets more excited the more he uses it.

The shield in front of him seemed to be made of paper, and was directly blown into pieces by bullets.

"Hahaha..."

"Kakkaka..."

Bullets run out.

It was so cool.

And Ying Zheng also knew the specific power, it was much weaker than the pistol in his hand, and he was much safer.

Think about the thousand submachine guns again.

When the time comes to rule the world, everyone will call themselves king.

"Hahaha... solitary... No, I have to change it, I, yes, I want to unify the world, and the whole world is the king's land! No, the king is too sorry for my achievements! The emperor, yes, the emperor is the king! It's my exclusive title! Cabinet! Go and invite Sima Lan, the historian!"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"What do you call me?"

"Slave deserves to die, slave deserves to die..."

Don't know where I made a mistake.

Guizi dropped the submachine gun and slapped himself on the mouth wildly.

Ying Zheng opened his arms with a wretched look on his face.

"Call me Your Majesty!!!"