Cyber Daming

It was Li Jun's first time to come to Shenghua District, but the environment here gave him a familiar feeling, as if he had returned to the Chicken and Goose District.

It is just a chicken and goose area with comprehensive improvements in security and infrastructure.

There are more people living here than in the Chicken and Goose District!

But they are different from the group of gangsters in the Chicken and Goose District who are full of hostility and like to go shirtless to show their gang markings.

Most of the Ban people here wear crisp suits, hold a civilized stick, speak fluent Ming Mandarin or Shu accent, and chat and laugh happily with the Ming merchants walking beside them.

The extreme slogans of "Ming people are supreme" are rarely seen in the spray-painted graffiti on the street walls. They almost always show Fan Li and Bigan holding gold ingots in their hands.

The atmosphere in the entire neighborhood was peaceful, and the air was filled with the smell of Ming Dynasty treasure notes.

Li Jun squeezed through the bustling crowd and turned into a small alley according to the road signs.

A bar named ‘Mingyi’ is located at the deepest part of the alley.

The entire bar storefront is composed of hundreds of huge old-fashioned display screens. This imported product, which has been eliminated by holographic projection, exerts a rough visual expression in the narrow alley.

In a golden background, a Western girl with exquisite makeup is lying half in the middle of the screen. The collar of her tight-fitting dress is wide open, perfectly interpreting what it means to be rich and generous.

The door of the bar is under the bottomless ravine.

Li Jun, who had just come out of the Jiaofang Division, was at a loss for words and even looked down upon this wild and rough style.

"But why did Prince Ma arrange to meet here? Could it be that he is okay with this? If not, what does he rely on?"

Li Jun pushed open the bar door with a curious expression, and a pungent smell instantly hit his head.

It was the weird smell of engine oil and alcohol.

The olfactory organ had just collapsed, and the auditory nerve immediately gave an early warning.

The combination of electric guitar and bass drum makes people's hair stand on end, and the ups and downs are mixed with the weird tones of shamisen. The whole music style is like a female corpse rolling in the stormy waves.

Li Jun, who had a taste of the food in Jiaofang Siyang, suddenly felt as if he had fallen from the clouds into the mud.

He stood there for a moment to adapt, then waved his hand to the approaching bunny girl, indicating that he did not need her to lead the way, and walked straight towards the burly figure wrapped tightly at the bar.

"Have a glass of wine."

Li Jun greeted the Kunlun slave dressed as a bartender and turned to look at him.

A mechanical body is hidden under a wide black robe and is constantly swinging to the music.

There was a hint of wretchedness in the excitement.

It wasn't until the song ended that the black robe finally stopped swinging, and he grabbed a thin tube from the bar with his left hand and stuffed it under his robe.

Li Jun's newly adapted breath was once again filled with the smell of engine oil mixed with alcohol.

"This song and this sound should come to light!"

Lord Ma let out a satisfied groan, leaned back and groaned, his hood sliding down to reveal an empty helmet.

The Kunlun slave bartender seemed to have known what was under the black robe for a long time. He calmly put the thin tube back into its place and even thoughtfully handed over a glass of water.

"How much have you drunk now? There's no need to sober up."

Lord Ma pushed Baishui away and placed a palm-sized metal box in front of Li Jun.

"Seventh grade, Jumang Technique. It is also an internal skill that restores the ability. It has the same origin as your Qingdi Jue. I used Zhao Qingxia's collection to buy it for you within Tianzhihui. Isn't that considerate enough?"

After hearing these words, Li Jun's dull face slowly came back to his senses.

He was not in a hurry to get the box, but glanced at the Kunlun Nu bartender who was cleaning the wine glass.

Kunlun slave noticed Li Jun's vigilance and said with a smile: "Don't worry, you are Mr. Ma's friend, that is our friend. Everything is safe here."

"friend?"

Li Jun looked at Lord Ma in shock.

"The Mohists value universal love and have friends all over the world. Moreover, the people here are basically engaged in technology research and development from various countries. The reason for coming to Da Ming across the ocean is to follow the footsteps of the Mohists. Technical exchanges have no borders."

Co-author: Is this the stronghold of the Tianzhihui?

Not only did Li Jun not relax, he became even more nervous.

He knew the attitude of the yamen and major groups towards Tianzhihui, and he quickly eliminated them with a clear-cut stance.

With such a blatant gathering, Tianzhihui is not afraid of being criticized?

"The Mohist family is the Mohist family, and the Tianzhihui is the Tianzhihui. There is still a difference between the two. I won't understand it even if I explain it to you."

Prince Ma seemed to have guessed what Li Jun was thinking, "This bar bears the name of the Mo family, and the Confucian group will not come to clean up the place."

Li Jun rubbed his sore eyebrows, not bothering to think about the details, and put away the box on the table.

When Lord Ma saw that he had not opened the box to inspect the goods, the red eyes in his helmet lit up slightly, like a satisfied smile.

"You said you wanted to customize something, what is it?"

Li Jun stretched out his hand and wiped it in front of his face, "Some gadgets that can cover your face, it is best to be more precise. The price is not an issue. The key is not to be seen."

Prince Ma was stunned when he heard this, "What? The idea is so tricky that you even need to hide your identity?"

"I'm just wearing the cover of Shudao Logistics. There are too many ideas that I can't afford to offend, so I'd better be careful."

Li Jun smiled and said, "Can you do it?"

"There's nothing the Mo family can't do."

Prince Ma said confidently: "Not to mention covering your face, you can even hide your fingerprints and bone patterns. The effect is better than those plastic surgeries on the underground black market."

"But your martial arts sequence is a bit special. It cannot be implanted and can only be plugged in."

Prince Ma rubbed his chin, pondered for a moment and then said: "Anyway, by the time others can find your fingerprints and bone patterns, I'm afraid you won't be far away from death, so I might as well just focus on concealing appearance and smell. Nowadays, there are many technologies that can also track body odor. , have to guard against it.”

"You decide the professional stuff, and I'll pay you when it's done."

"You don't need money, it's not a very difficult creation. Just take the time to give some pointers to that boy Zhao Qingxia. He has recently become obsessed with mimicry martial arts. He is losing his mind by playing with things!"

Prince Ma's tone was full of frustration that his children hated the iron. It seemed that the more he thought about it, the less it tasted. He reached out and grabbed the pipe and drank again.

This time Li Jun paid special attention to see that the other party inserted a thin tube into the chin port of the helmet and poured it directly into it.

It's not so much about drinking as it is about cheering.

"belch."

Lord Ma, who had been drinking for a minute, seemed drunk and his tongue was a little tied.

"What do you have to do with the Gu family? Those people just eat people without spitting out their bones. Why don't you come to Tianzhihui. I'll protect you, Mr. Ma. I love you all."

Li Jun laughed, "Can you cover it up?"

"What are you talking about? You must be able to cover it up! Do you know how fierce those warriors wearing Mohist armor back then were? They are invincible in the same order!"

Lord Ma became furious, grabbed the pipe and shouted to Li Jun: "Come, drink!"