Lord

C word Shenyang City, the headquarters of Jialantang on the south bank of the Junhe River.

The high and low dark blue alpine cloud flags can be seen from a distance. Outside the gate of the headquarters, guided by senior cadres wearing hall badges on their left chests, two rows of imperial guards and reserve soldiers respectfully welcome the boss and Jiatou back to the hall.

The head of the family, the second-in-command of the armed society, presides over all affairs inside and outside the society when the eldest brother is away, and is also the successor of the next eldest brother, but in Jialantang, even if the eldest brother is in the society, it is Lu Jiusuo who takes care of the labor.

"Yuanzhen, I'll give you two hours. I want to know what kind of treasure is in this truck."

"Yes, Ninth Brother." A young man wearing a hall emblem on his left chest walked up, about the same age as Gao Xiu, with fair skin, fierce eyes, and neat short hair.

Stopping the Vajrapani at the designated position, Lu Jiusuo opened the door of the driver's hatch and jumped down from a height of more than two meters. The younger brothers immediately surrounded him, surrounded him, and wanted to send him back to the room to rest.

But he shook his head, turned around, and walked towards Cen Zhuo's chairman building.

Cen Zhuo likes extravagance, glass lamps, marble, and handmade tapestries. He and Lu Jiusuo were both born after the war. This is probably what the old world imagined by their generation, luxurious and comfortable.

Outside Cen Zhuo's door, Gao Xiu stood like a well-trained dog with his hands behind his back. When he saw Lu Jiusuo, he raised his chin as a greeting.

Lu Jiusuo went up and patted him on the shoulder, then opened the door and walked in.

The sound of rustling water, Cen Zhuo was in the shower, Lu Jiusuo stepped on the soft carpet, stood still by the wine cabinet, and looked towards the bathroom.

Transparent glass walls, a hot body, slender, fresh, and tight, Cen Zhuo caught a glimpse of Lu Jiusuo from the corner of his eye, turning his back unobtrusively, revealing a blooming peony tattoo on his back.

Lu Jiu swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Do you want me to wash your hair for you?"

"No need," Cen Zhuo said in a normal tone, he raised the mechanical arm on the left, "After getting the diamond inlaid, take a shower and shave your hair!"

Lu Jiusuo smiled softly, still staring at him: "At that time, it was said that it would be studded with diamonds."

"Fuck," Cen Zhuo turned off the shower, and walked out of the hazy mist while wrapping a bath towel around his waist, barefoot, "It's full of diamonds, doesn't it look magnificent?"

With wet hair, wet eyes, and lips, Lu Jiu said nothing.

"Aren't you going to sleep for a while?" Cen Zhuo stood in front of him, his eyes were dark, "No. 88 and the Liberation Army will definitely come over to have a verbal war."

There are also peony flowers on his chest. From the collarbone on both sides to the outer edge of the nipple, the stamens are all over the ribs. Lu Jiusuo gently touched the petals with his fingertips: "You are too dangerous with peonies."

Cen Zhuo didn't hide from his hand. For ten years as a brother, he indulged in Lu Jiu's occasional small behavior: "I have tattoos, but I can still bluff people."

"If you let the dyeing company know..."

"Tsk," Cen Zhuo disapproved, "No matter how powerful the dyeing society is, it's still within Lianyunguan. We pretend to be his old enemy in this small place in Shenyang, and he can't control it."

Dyeshe, which seized power five years ago from the Lions Hall, a national armed society, violently wiped out tens of thousands of halls within Lianyun Pass in less than two years, captured its president Bai Ruer alive, and killed dozens of senior cadres. The Peony Lion, the "No. [-] skeleton in the world", was broken into pieces and scattered all over the country. It is the unrivaled overlord of today's armed societies.

After the Lion Hall was destroyed, no one dared to tattoo peonies on their bodies.

Lu Jiusuo didn't speak, but frowned deeply. There was a short scar between his eyebrows, and he usually looked as fierce as a vicious dog.

"Don't wrinkle," Cen Zhuo sighed, "This scar is because of me."

Lu Jiu raised his eyebrows.

"The burn on the left chest, the left arm, three places on the back, and the right leg are all reserved for me."

"Fuck," Lu Jiu shyly lowered his eyes, "You remember..."

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and it was Gao Xiu: "Boss, Yuan Zhen sent someone over, saying that there was a discovery at the disassembly workshop."

It was the truck. Lu Jiu looked at his watch. It took less than 10 minutes from the time he gave the order to the result. Yuan Zhen's efficiency far exceeded his estimate.

Cen Zhuo put on his underwear and didn't put on any clothes, just wrapped himself in a fur coat, stepped on slippers, and went to see the goods with Lu Jiusuo.

The disassembly and assembly workshop is located in the engineering area on the north side of the Garan Hall. It is mainly responsible for the dismantling and repair of war-damaged bones. The site of thousands of square meters is currently filled with mechanical waste from the Free Army.

"It's a fucking mess!" Cen Zhuo stepped over the messy bone parts, his slippers fell off, and he stepped on dust, Gao Xiu didn't help him, and secretly laughed.

"Brother Cen, Brother Nine." Yuan Zhen stood upright, pointing to a pile of parts that hadn't been assembled in time in the work area. Behind him was a short worker who was lowering his head to wipe the oil on his hands.

Cen Zhuo stared at the pile of things, and pushed his elbow against Lu Jiusuo. Lu Jiusuo was a little stunned. Although he hadn't assembled it, judging by the length of the torso, the overall height of the skeleton was at least four meters. are rare.

"Guess it might be the Swallowing Knife of the Lion Hall." Yuan Zhen said.

When the name came out, everyone was shocked. The Swallowing Knife is said to be dark green painted, powered by chemical batteries, equipped with two photon cannons, and the main weapon is an alloy knife tempered with chemical toxins. , Xuanwu, who is in charge of northern affairs, is the skeleton of Ma Shuangcheng dignifiedly.

"Ma Shuangcheng of the Lion Hall..." Gao Xiu was surprised, "Didn't it mean that he took the rider of the Peony Lion to Xianbeilia? Why..."

"Part of the peeling dark green paint, chemical battery pack, and photon cannon are all in line with the rumors." Yuan Zhen kicked the huge blade on the ground, "The main thing is this knife. After testing, a large amount of chemical toxins were precipitated."

"Really?" Gao Xiu became excited, his shoulders trembled with excitement, the Swallowing Knife, like the peony lion, is a legendary god-level bone. It is said that if you get one, you will have the power to control a provincial area.

Lu Jiusuo thought for a while: "Gao Xiu, Yuan Zhen, you take people out first."

The staff left quickly, and he and Cen Zhuo were the only two left in the huge venue. Lu Jiusuo said solemnly, "No wonder the number 88 is going to be snatched up."

"There are life-swallowing knives in this pile of garbage, do you think the Freedom Army knows?"

"It's hard to say," Lu Jiusuo frowned, "If I were in the Free Army and got the Tunsheng Knife, I would never send such a few minions to escort the car."

"One more question." Cen Zhuo hugged his chest and tapped his slippers on the ground. "The Freedom Army got the Swallowing Knife. How did No. 88 know?"

"It's not surprising. We both have undercover agents. We also knew through our undercover agents that No. 88 was going to rob the Freedom Army last night."

Cen Zhuo snorted coldly: "But we don't know what they are going to grab."

Lu Jiu was dumbfounded. Yes, this is the crux of the problem. It is easy to obtain the actions of other associations, but it is difficult to understand the real purpose of the actions. "You mean...maybe even the Freedom Army didn't know that they were hit by mistake I got the Swallowing Knife, but No. 88 knows it well, behind this..."

Cen Zhuo was about to say something, when his attention was suddenly attracted by a "wreckage" next to the Swallowing Knife. Yes, the wreckage was not a big skeleton. All the outer armor was gone, and only a lonely skeleton remained. The seventh on the left The root "rib" is missing, probably because of the relatively good structural integrity, Yuan Zhen temporarily put it in the corner.

Cen Zhuo walked over involuntarily, and the wreckage "sat" on the ground with its head tilted, almost at the same level as his line of sight. A "dead" metal frame with its "eyes" taken away and reused, in this pair of skeletons There are many eras that people flock to, but Cen Zhuo found something different in it.

"Ninth brother."

"Huh?" Lu Jiusuo was thinking about the Swallowing Sword and ignored him.

Cen Zhuo reached out to find it. There was no chemical battery pack, no nuclear power generator, no obvious power transmission device. How did it run?Was it torn down?No trace at all?

Withdrawing his hand, his fingers were clean, and there was no oil stain between his nails. Cen Zhuo was amazed, and he opened its cabin with force. There was nothing special about it, and it was enough to accommodate an adult. There was a piece of protection on the upper right behind the cabin. The integrated circuit of the board is its CPU, which is the "brain".

Just as he was about to close the hatch, Cen Zhuo glanced casually and found another device with a protective plate on the inside of the bulkhead opposite to the CPU, and then froze.

"Ninth Brother!"

"What?" Lu Jiusuo was irritated, absent-mindedly leaned over to take a look, and was also stunned: "This is... dual CPU?"

"I've never seen it before..." Cen Zhuo muttered, "I just heard that there is such a technology."

"One CPU is enough for the battle skeleton. It doesn't make sense to have two. You can see that it has been disassembled like this, and no one wants the CPU."

"Can……"

Suddenly there was a boiling noise outside the workshop, and then there was a loud sound of bones stomping on the ground. Cen Zhuo and Lu Jiusuo walked out, and the moment they pushed open the iron gate, a wave of air rolled up the sand and slapped their faces. Cen Zhuo narrowed his eyes, and saw two skeletons fighting together, one black and one white, among the booing crowd.

The white one is Yuan Zhen's Reincarnation Fire, [-] meters, seven and a half tons, streamlined composite armor, and the black one is Gaoxiu's black dice, three meters and four five, nearly nine tons. When the sun shines on it, it looks as gorgeous as a piano lacquer.

"What's going on!" Lu Jiu shouted angrily.

Cen Zhuo turned his head, and saw the little worker behind Yuan Zhen just now on the periphery of the crowd, the oil on his hands hadn't been wiped off, and he looked pitifully white.

He was crying, tearing his tears and sniffing his nose, Cen Zhuo had an impression of him, a low-level boy who always followed Gao Xiu stickily, what's his name?

"Jia..." As soon as the surname was called out, the little thing turned around, seeing that it was Cen Zhuo, his red eyes widened in fright, and he trembled like a silly rabbit that had stepped on a trap.

In the age of iron and blood, no one likes weak people, and Cen Zhuo is no exception, yelling at him with a dark face: "Why are you crying!"

Jia Xibei was stunned, twitched his lips twice, tears fell more and more: "I... I made them fight, it's my fault..."

What the hell... Cen Zhuo's heart was burning with anger. Yuan Zhen and Gao Xiu were the right-hand men of him and Lu Jiusuo. The two had a good relationship and had never had any conflicts. Back in the nest, he will really pick up that little white skin!

Over there, Lu Jiusuo had already called Yuan Zhen and Gao Xiu out, gave him a severe reprimand, and shouted at Cen Zhuo, "It's okay, the kid is having trouble!"

There is an age limit for the emperor, so the cadres of the armed society are generally between the ages of seventeen and 23. If it was a peaceful age, this age would indeed be quarreling and awkward, but now it is a troubled world, and young people have to take on bloody responsibilities and responsibilities prematurely. pain.

"How old are you?" Cen Zhuo asked Jia Xibei.

"Ten, fifteen...sixteen soon!"

He emphasized that he was 16 years old. At the same time, Cen Zhuo saw the entrance under his forehead hair on the right side, and it turned out to be a warrior.

"Boss." Gao Xiu came over with a smile, without any intention of introspection, and secretly waved at Jia Xibei behind his back. Jia Xibei saw it, took a step towards him, and stared at Cen Zhuo timidly.

Cen Zhuo was upset and waved his hand to let him go.

Yuan Zhen happened to come here too, glanced at the kid while rubbing shoulders, and gave him a hard look.

"What happened?" Cen Zhuo asked.

"Sissy, looks annoying."

Cen Zhuo understood: "Oh."

"Gao Xiu didn't cover him."

Cen Zhuo was helpless: "Ah."

"Gao Xiu is blind."

Cen Zhuo didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Well..."

"Big brother!" A younger brother shouted in the distance, "The head of No. 88 is here!"

Home?Cen Zhuo smiled lightly, turned around and stopped Lu Jiusuo who wanted to go with him: "I don't need you, I'll go meet him."

He didn't change his clothes, he still had the fur, the pants, and the slippers. He slapped into the reception room decorated with leather and velvet. The man in the room stood up and called out politely: "Cen will long."

"Sit, sit, sit," Cen Zhuo pressed close to him, as if he wanted to have a long conversation, "Do you smoke, Lao Wang?"

The other party is not young. Judging by the condition of the skin around the entrance, he is about to retire. The two have met several times, and only remember the last name.

"No," Lao Wang smiled slightly, looking into Cen Zhuo's eyes, "Last night, we lost a truckload of goods on Highway 2, and we want to ask Jialantang to help find it, and the price is free."

"Last night, on the 2nd..." Cen Zhuo lit a cigarette by himself, clamped it with the diamond-encrusted mechanical hand, his hair was slightly wet, exuding vitality, "Is it the car of the Freedom Army?"

Lao Wang's face was not good-looking, but he quickly turned his back on the customer: "It seems that I have found the right person to find Jialantang."

Cen Zhuo leaned heavily on the leather sofa, and the fur coat slid off his shoulders, revealing the gorgeous peony tattoo underneath. Old Wang was taken aback when he saw it.

"That cart," Cen Zhuo went straight, "I want it."

Old Wang's face froze.

"Is there anything else?" Cen Zhuo lazily rubbed against the back of the sofa, squinting at him, "Let's go if you have nothing to do."

Lao Wang didn't play around with him anymore, he pulled out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the table, lit it up: "I found you are so fucking proud, Cen Zhuo."

Cen Zhuo burst into laughter.

"Your mother is so arrogant, you don't even have bones and you are kind enough to call the president, don't be ashamed!"

Cen Zhuo didn't get angry, instead he sucked Xiao Yan'er brightly: "Old Wang, the distance between us will be much closer if you say that, Chairman Cen, looking for a car or something, it's so boring!"

Pharaoh waited for him, smoking a cigarette, waiting for him to continue talking.

"It's not that I don't have bones, my bones have been dismantled!" He tapped the table with his mechanical fingers, and licked his lips fiercely, "What I mean, do you understand?"

Dressed in peonies, dismantled bones, and irrational arrogance, people can only have one association—the Peony Lion Lord who has been missing for three years in the Lion Hall.

The muscles on Lao Wang's face twitched lightly: "Just kidding...President Cen, I've never heard of it..."

Cen Zhuo kicked the coffee table suddenly, and the marble floor was scratched with a creepy sound: "Why is President Cen again?" He annoyed to put out his cigarette butt, and stood up, "See you later."