Chapter 11 Chapter Ten You Can Shoot Me

Jizheng has short stature, ruddy and lustrous skin, sparse crown, and bright forehead.The rings were thick and heavy, the clothes smelled good, and the first person Marlowe had met on this planet didn't look hungry. Jizheng Gao pursed his lips, domineering: "Brother, hurry up and talk, I have very important things to attend to. You seem to be a foreigner—" He looked up and down Marlowe's attire, which was definitely not Sylvanie's style. Full of suspicion. "I didn't come from next door," Marlowe said calmly, "but it doesn't matter, I was honored to have the opportunity to present a small gift yesterday—"

Jizheng raised his nose: "I received it, the gadget is very interesting. Sometimes I will need it." "I have other more interesting presents, not just gadgets." "Oh—oh?" Jizheng elongated his voice and said meaningfully: "I guess I've seen the main purpose of today's meeting; it's happened before. You're going to give me some trinkets or something decent, maybe a cloak, or second-rate jewelry, or whatever your little soul is." I thought I could buy everything from Jizheng.” He puffed up his lower lip angrily: "I also know what you plan to exchange. There are many people who are as smart as you. You want to join this association, learn the mysteries of nuclear science, and how to take care of machines. Because you Siwan Nigou—you are a foreigner whose virtue is mostly disguised to prevent accidents—day and night for committing rebellion and being severely punished, delusional to join the Technical Guild to escape bad luck, seek protection, and even enjoy privileges.”

Just as Marlowe was about to speak, Jizheng suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "Get out before I report your name to the moat officer! You think I will break the promise? My former Silvani traitor will Maybe, but you are dealing with people of different identities today! Yinhe, it’s unbelievable that I didn’t kill you right away!” Marlowe chuckled to himself.The whole long speech, no matter the tone or connotation, was so hypocritical and contrived that the whole scene was filled with righteous indignation and suddenly turned into an untouching comedy. Hang Shang glanced at the pair of fat hands that said they were going to execute him, and he couldn't help but feel mocking in his eyes. "Brother Xian, you have misunderstood three things. First, I am not the governor's minion to test your loyalty; second, what I want to give you is something that even the emperor himself can't get out; Third, I asked for very little in return, easy and trivial."

"What a breath!" Jizheng's tone turned into sarcasm: "Come on, let's see which god and Buddha is going to reward me with such a rich gift? Even the emperor You can’t even get it out, huh?” He almost broke his throat by shouting sharply. Marlowe got up and pushed the chair aside. "I've waited three days to see you, Mr. Good. But it won't take three seconds to show. If you're willing to draw the firearm in the holster at hand—" "Uh?" "Then shoot me, I'm grateful." "Ah?" "If I die, you can tell the police that I tried to bribe you to sell the secrets of the guild, and you will be praised. If I don't die, you can get my shield."

For the first time, Jizheng noticed a dim white light floating around the visitor, as if covered with a layer of pearl powder.He raised the pistol flat, narrowed his eyes in surprise, and squeezed the trigger. The air molecules were disintegrated by the rushing energy, torn into sparkling anions, marking a dazzling thin line, straight to Marlowe's heart - and then flying in all directions! Marlowe didn't change his face. The nuclear energy beam that hit him was absorbed by the slender pearl screen and collapsed in mid-air. Jizheng dropped the pistol to the ground in a daze, making a loud clang.

Marlowe said, "Does the emperor have a power shield? You can have it." Jizheng stammered: "Are you a Jizheng too?" "No." "Then—then where did you get it?" "Why do you care?" Marlowe showed contempt coldly; "Do you want it?" A thin interlocking chain fell on the table: "This is it." Ji Zheng grabbed it and fumbled nervously. "It's all in your hands." "Where's the power supply?" Marlowe ran his finger over the largest link, pressing lightly on its lead shell. Jizheng raised his head and blushed: "Sir, I am a senior technician. I have been a factory supervisor for 20 years. I have also studied under the great Belle of Trantor University. How dare you speak in front of me?" Goofing off and saying it's like a - damn it, a nuclear generator in a container the size of a walnut! I'll turn you over to the moat right away."

"If you can explain it, explain it as you like. That's all there is to it anyway." The blush on Jizheng's face gradually faded, he tied the chain around his waist, and then, following Mag's instructions, turned off the power supply.The radiant light surrounding the body is like a relief.He raised the gun, hesitated for a moment, and slowly adjusted the firepower to the minimum where there was almost no damage. Then, he fired suddenly, and the nuclear flame rushed into his palm, but did no damage. He turned around and said, "If I fire at you now, leave this shield behind?"

"Try it!" Marlowe said, "You think I only have one sample?" After that, he wrapped the laser armor firmly. Jizheng giggled nervously, threw the gun on the table with a slap, and said, "Then, what do you call an easy, insignificant little reward?" "I want to see your generator." "You should know that's strictly forbidden. We'll both be shot into outer space." "I'm not trying to touch and do anything, just look at it—it's okay to be at a distance." "How about?" "Or, you have the shield, and I have something else. For example, a firearm designed to penetrate the shield."

"Hmm, hum." Jizheng's eyes shifted, "Come with me."