Military expert Chen Shu died from seventeen gunshots in the back.
The last message before his death came from his superiors: "The mission is completed and the ending is clean."
When he woke up, he was not at Naihe Bridge, but at the entry window of the Underworld Military Industry Administration. Negative merit of 17,000, professional rating S+, distribution plan: temporarily not entering reincarnation, and being assigned to high-risk technical positions.
His boss told him that the underworld could no longer bear it. The "Purifiers" from outside the territory have made a comeback three hundred years later, and the rift has been widening year by year, while the old swordsman who the main force relies on has been reincarnated. The threshold for Flying Sword and Thunder Technique is too high, and it is impossible to train a qualified monk in three years.
He asked, "What do you need?"
Answer: "Something that allows ordinary souls to kill intruders within three months."
So in an abandoned workshop on the outskirts of Fengdu, the unfinished drawings of a certain weapon refiner nine hundred years ago were spread out again. Modern firearms and rune engravings are integrated under the six-axis mechanism. A mortal pulls the trigger, and the ballistic path drags the silver afterglow and penetrates the Song Dynasty armor 300 meters away.
At the Styx Ferry, the Red Flame Army used 500 runic guns to regain the lost ground, achieving zero losses in hand-to-hand combat for the first time.
But there is never only one voice in the underworld. Yaksha Yin Shuai sent an envoy to the door with a generous gift list, but the drunkard did not care about drinking. The secret orders from the Palace of Hell and the spies in the dark alley pushed him into a deeper chess game.
In seven hundred days the Rift will usher in its true master.
He had to finish the road that he had not finished nine hundred years ago.
Thirty years ago, the old squad leader asked: What are you most afraid of in this business?
Answer: Live in vain.
——This time, he is not loyal to anyone.
Just to live up to that old bullet casing that had been there for thirty years.
