There must be something wrong with me-Chapter 125 - 77 【Pistol?】 (5.3)_3

"Alright." Zhang Feng was already prepared for someone to be following him; after all, this stuff is too expensive, and he also needs to collect payment in cash.

Outsiders, it’s normal to feel a bit uneasy about this.

However, Zhang Feng initially thought it would be an old-timer from the factory following him, but unexpectedly, it was the factory director’s son.

That’s a bit much, isn’t it?

Zhang Feng glanced at the large factory buildings ahead, filled with televisions, refrigerators, everything.

This looks like it’s worth tens of millions.

A shipment worth tens of thousands, and you have your son keeping a personal watch? And it’s cash too?

His cop instincts kicked in; something felt off here.

Then, about a few minutes later.

A handsome young guy with a sunny disposition quickly walked out from the factory, approaching the car.

"Are you Brother Zhang?"

He scrutinized Zhang Feng inside the car.

Slim and earnest, was his first impression of Zhang Feng; the vibes were pretty favorable.

"Yeah." Zhang Feng also sized him up.

He looked like he was in his twenties, but seemed fresh out of school, a bit awkward in his mannerisms.

With just a quick glance.

Zhang Feng realized that there was no issue with this shipment, and Director Lin just wanted to give his son some experience.

Decades of life experience had allowed Zhang Feng to understand some human nature and worldly matters.

"Little Director Lin."

Once Zhang Feng understood, he didn’t hesitate, greeting him from the car,

"Your dad said to go directly to the factory to load up; the client is in a hurry for it. I’ll head to the loading area first, and we can chat once I’m done."

"It’s just up ahead." When Xiaolin heard himself being called Little Director Lin, he was immediately overjoyed and quickly led the way for Brother Zhang.

...

Inside the factory.

The workers were loading the cargo, while Xiaolin watched on.

In the car.

Zhang Feng felt the gun at his waist, wanting to conceal it.

Because Xiaolin was an outsider, and when entering or exiting the highway, what if there was a random inspection?

Zhang Feng didn’t want to unnecessarily complicate matters and have something revealed.

Otherwise, it would be troublesome and can’t be resolved quickly.

Contemplating.

When Zhang Feng brought out the gun, he realized the gibberish had disappeared.

The text had decoded it.

[Divine Hall of Space-Time Exclusive Item]

[Xixingde’s Recovery Handgun Type 2: Normal, Epic, Recovery]

[Effect 1: Space-Time Hall binding released]

[Effect 2: Under the rules of Space-Time Hall, it will restore one bullet every minute until the clip is full]

[Effect 3: Non-detachable]

[Effect 4: Entry copied]

[Effect 5: Double happiness]

"Duplicated?"

Seeing the double happiness trait, Zhang Feng knew it existed in reality too.

Quite the pleasant surprise.

But it still needed to be hidden.

For now, it seemed quite powerful, with many effects and providing a significant boost, but it still posed a problem.

Thinking to himself.

Zhang Feng lifted the bed (long seat) behind the driver’s seat.

From his line of sight, he could see the car’s mechanics.

And in a corner above, there was a small wooden box.

Usually, when he drove, upon receiving payment, he liked to keep the money inside.

To prevent being held up along the way.

At this moment, Zhang Feng placed the gun in the small compartment, where the temperature was not too high.

Moreover, according to normal world rules, conventional bullets undergo high-temperature testing during manufacturing.

Normally, the gunpowder inside wouldn’t ignite in regular high temperatures.

Although this gun wasn’t a regular firearm.

But precisely because it’s irregular, it might even be more heat-resistant.

"It should be fine hidden here, right?"

Zhang Feng wasn’t entirely sure, but how could he know without trying?

Decided to stop overthinking and just hide it.

Then he put the seat back in place.

"As long as I have all the proper paperwork during inspection, not overloaded, and appearing calm.

There’s a good chance I can pass through without anyone dismantling the car for inspection."

...

Having lunch at the appliance factory.

In the afternoon.

Zhang Feng, along with Xiaolin, set off.

Things went just as Zhang Feng had anticipated.

Though they encountered a checkpoint.

Zhang Feng’s composed demeanor and Xiaolin’s excited attitude from driving a big rig for the first time.

One seemed honest; the other looked like they’d just stepped out of school.

No one would dismantle the whole vehicle for a check.

"Thanks for your cooperation." The inspector, after opening the trunk and randomly checking a few TVs, let Zhang Feng pass.

But later that night.

At ten o’clock.

Whoosh, whoosh—

The sky began pouring.

At this moment, Zhang Feng had been driving for twenty minutes after exiting the highway, speeding along a rural road.

Visibility was extremely low.

For safety reasons.

Zhang Feng intended to find the nearest town or gas station to stop, but upon asking a few truck drivers, discovered the nearest one was still twenty minutes away.

With the rain, they might not reach it within an hour.

"Originally planned to rest on the suburban streets around midnight."

Zhang Feng shook his head, glancing at Xiaolin, who had lost his curiosity and was left with exhaustion.

"Looks like we’ll be sleeping outdoors tonight."

"Is there something wrong with sleeping outside?" Xiaolin wasn’t quite sure but had some understanding. "Is it unsafe?"

"It’s alright." Zhang Feng didn’t feel any safety issues.

Having opened twelve meridian paths now, his constitution increased by 1.3.

If they really encountered bandits, then they’d fight.

...

Meanwhile, ten kilometers away.

Underneath a roadside tree.

A man around thirty years old, slightly chubby, not afraid of getting struck by lightning, rather was sheltering from the rain under the tree.

"Lightning tends to strike trees but not necessarily the tree where I’m standing."

He wore casual sportswear, holding his jacket over his head, staring at the thunder and lightning overhead. "But... I better move; if lightning strikes me and I die, it’ll be too unjust."

The man then came out from under the tree, crouching on the roadside.

Pitter-patter—

The pouring rain soaked his clothes, leaving him with a look of frustration.

"Shouldn’t have taken on tasks at night.

Took a cab from the city to this remote place, searching for ages without finding the mission target ’Brother Qi’. novelbuddy-cσ๓

The task said they’re evening highway robbers.

Is it that due to the rain they’re not working? That’s so unprofessional."

The man was quite annoyed, and after glancing at the road they came from, "Now, no driver wants to stop when they see me trying to hitchhike in the middle of the night. I really have to walk back."

After a moment of self-talk, realizing the rain wouldn’t stop soon and already being drenched.

Resigning himself, he prepared to head back.

After walking less than half a mile.

Vroom—

He saw a cargo van coming through the rain behind him with its headlights on.

This vehicle seemed to offer new hope.

Suddenly.

The man displayed a bright smile upon finding a safe haven, quickly standing up on the road, shaking his clothes, saying:

"Driver! Please, stop for a moment!"

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