Chapter 1 Days Return to Normal

After returning from the black market, life returned to normal.

With money, Su Lun could also tinker with some of the equipment he needed.

Near Green Street, there were a few inconspicuous mechanical shops, the favorite haunts of the Cross Society members for modifying their motorcycles.

The boss of "Big Beard Mechanical Modification Shop" was called Wright.

He had exquisite craftsmanship and was a certified "Intermediate Mechanic" by the Mechanics Guild. He specialized in modifying steam motorcycles and firearms and was well-known in the mechanical modification circle.

Two hours before work, Su Lun arrived at the mechanical shop, looked at the big beard covered in grease, and greeted him with a smile, "Hey, Leeson, did my stuff arrive?"

"Brother Su Lun, your material requirements are too demanding."

The big-bearded Wright muttered as he saw Su Lun.

He put down the steam Harley shock absorber he was working on, picked up a dark rag and wiped his hands, then suddenly raised his eyebrows and said, "But that doesn't stump Wright."

As he spoke, he took out a coil of wire from the room and introduced it in a boastful tone: "This is 'Hailey Type 7 alloy wire' produced by Gerson Armory. I dare say, this is the finest and most resilient alloy wire you can find in the outer city. Top-notch material that genuinely flowed out from inner city military channels. It's just too expensive, three hundred Lisol per foot. I got you three hundred feet, it's all here."

These mechanical shop owners all had their own fixed supply channels. As long as you could afford the money, those material merchants could always find satisfactory materials.

Even inner city contraband and controlled goods.

"Oh, I'm very satisfied with this material!"

Su Lun looked at the coil of alloy wire, slightly thicker than a hair, and showed a kind smile.

As Wright said, this was already the best material he could find on the market that met his requirements.

For better performance, he would have to use some cursed materials.

However, not all wires could be used to manipulate puppets. Su Lun also felt that this wire was enough for the time being, and said, "Thank you so much. Here's one hundred thousand Lisol. I've been lucky at the gambling den recently and won a lot."

Everyone knew that Su Lun liked to gamble and stayed at the arena every night until dawn.

The story of him and Qian Tiao winning more than two million that night had spread throughout the major venues on Green Street, becoming a topic of conversation for people after dinner.

Su Lun also felt that it suited his purpose, and getting rich in the casino was reasonable, which could also explain the source of his funds.

He generously took out a pile of banknotes, took the coil, and said, "Laita, I also need to use your workshop."

Wright shrugged, as if he was very familiar with this request, and said, "Use it as you please. If you need any help, feel free to ask."

.......

Su Lun had been here many times and walked into the workshop in the shop with ease.

There were two operating rooms in the shop, one was the steam motorcycle modification room. It was filled with old parts disassembled from various channels, and the air was always filled with a strong smell of rust.

The other was the firearm modification room, and the walls were hung with various strangely shaped guns, like an armory.

Shotguns, pistols, submachine guns, sniper rifles...

Because of the existence of alchemy in this world, there were many directions in which the performance of materials could be magically modified, which also led to the strange variety of firearms in this world. There were various modified machine guns with exaggerated magazine capacities, steam-powered supercharged gas guns, oversized enchanted pistols, and gunpowder war hammers that could be used as melee weapons...

Although there were no "famous guns" in the shop, those modified guns produced here also provided enough firepower support for the Cross Society gang members.

Su Lun walked in, very familiarly took out some tools, and began to tinker with the "Type 7 Hailey alloy wire" he had just obtained.

In the past few days, he had spent some time designing a pair of semi-mechanical leather gloves like "sleeve arrows", in order to be able to use the steel wire to control the puppets more flexibly.

After the battle in the apartment building last time, he killed many members of the Steam Party and stripped away many mechanical technology fragments, turning his mechanical knowledge into [Advanced Mechanical Introduction].

Designing such simple mechanical equipment was a piece of cake.

Su Lun took out his leather gloves, which were mostly finished, and put on his watchmaker's eyepiece.

Although these mechanical gloves looked simple, in order to meet the requirements, there were also dense brass paper wheels and mainsprings like the core of a watch.

The core components of the mechanical gloves were the "h-33 spring adapter" and the "B15 mainspring power modulation system", which were good things disassembled from inner city military mechanical arms that he had found in the black market, which could make the steel wire fire accurately like a catapult.

Su Lun's current mechanical knowledge only allowed him to use it flexibly, but not to create and invent it. These high-precision mechanical parts could not be completed by small workshops in the outer city.

Before long, Su Lun adjusted the parts of the mechanical gloves, and then wrapped all the wire around the metal storage compartment of his forearm.

He flexed his fingers, and the semi-mechanical gloves did not affect his ability to shoot.

After trying the firing device, the alloy wire would pop out smoothly from the firing port on the back of his hand, and his fingers could also skillfully control the wire, which could be used to control the puppet at any time.

The cuffs were pulled down, just blocking those mechanical devices, and it was not too conspicuous.

Su Lun was quite satisfied with his handmade product, and after a few more tweaks, it could be used in actual combat.

.......

Before long, Su Lun left the Big Beard Mechanical Modification Shop and then went to the "Three Firearm Tavern".

It was not yet time for the tavern to open, and the bartender was wiping glasses boredly.

Su Lun walked over and asked, "Hey, buddy, is there any letter from 'Pigeon' today?"

He had originally braced himself to hear "no" again, but unexpectedly, the bartender looked at the notebook and gave a different answer, "Yes."

"Oh?"

Su Lun walked over with a smile and took the note pieced together from newspaper clippings.

This was the third day since the black market meeting, and he finally received information from the mysterious stall owner.

The note read: "At 5 p.m. on the 12th, put ten thousand Lisol in a leather bag and place it under the mailbox at the entrance of Belman Bakery at 14 Ginkgo Street. Sorry, sir, I need to see your sincerity in purchasing the potion, so I need you to prepay some deposit. If you don't see this message in time, I will wait until the 13th. But if you don't pay the deposit as agreed, I will refuse this transaction."

"Heh, quite cautious."

Su Lun looked at the note in his hand, a smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

The language in the letter was as polite as expected. As he had guessed, the stall owner was well-educated and not very old.

If it were him, he probably wouldn't trust someone he just met in the black market, and the suggestion to pay a "deposit" was reasonable.

Of course, the most important thing was that Su Lun had money now, and it was okay to pay the deposit first.

He was also sure that the money would not be wasted.

Instinct told him that the mysterious stall owner would bring him more surprises.

Looking at the time, there were still twenty minutes until five o'clock, which was enough for him to go to Ginkgo Avenue, five blocks away.

Su Lun gave the bartender two hundred Lisol as a tip for forwarding the message.

Then he casually took a leather bag, stuffed a stack of banknotes into it, folded it, put it in the inner pocket of his windbreaker, and walked out of the tavern.

.......

Green Street was the territory of the Cross Society, and Su Lun was very familiar with it.

With a casual wave of his hand, he borrowed a steam motorcycle from the street.

Two minutes later, he arrived at an alley near Ginkgo Avenue.

He parked the car and lowered his hat to cover his face.

Su Lun looked at the time, it was three minutes to five o'clock.

He walked out of the alley, blending into the crowd, and walked all the way to Ginkgo Avenue.

Shop number 14 was Belman Bakery, and there was a green mailbox at the door.

When Su Lun walked there, it was exactly five o'clock.

He didn't look around, he directly stuffed the oil paper bag with the money into the gap between the mailbox and the wall.

Then he walked straight ahead without looking back. This kind of transaction was very common in the underworld.

Of course, Su Lun was also a little curious about who would come to get the money.

Thinking that this area was all the territory of the Cross Society, maybe he would even recognize them.

When he passed the corner, he was far enough away. At this time, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a boy neatly taking out the oil paper bag from behind the mailbox and quickly disappearing into the crowd.

The handover technique was very skilled, like a professional thief.

"Oh, he looks like a kid from the apartment building..."

Su Lun glanced at him and didn't think much about it.

He turned around, found the motorcycle in the alley, and returned to Green Street.

He had paid the deposit, and next was to wait for the next message.

At that time, the mysterious man would probably bring the potion to trade.