Chapter 127 The G-Spot

The most significant difference between G-spot and other weapon spirits lies in one thing: it's a chatterbox.

It's not like Fang Senyan and the others haven't seen the world. They've seen all kinds of weapon spirits, from low-end to high-end. Take the weapon spirit of the magic sword Apophis, for example. It had its own dignity. After begging for mercy once and seeing no hope, it stopped talking.

But G-spot, from the moment it woke up, started chatting excitedly non-stop. Asking this and that, and then that and this. In the end, only Wu Ge and Old Charlie had the patience to keep talking to it. One of them was innocent and lovely, and the other was sophisticated and shrewd, with enough energy and experience to deal with this energetic guy.

Fang Senyan seized this rare opportunity and briefly took stock. He discovered that when G-spot decomposed the magic sword Apophis, it actually returned eighty points of merit and over three hundred thousand universal points! According to this ratio, it was about one-third of its manufacturing price.

Fang Senyan's merit points were originally at 241/400, and he could be promoted to General. When he single-handedly killed those awakened ones earlier, he got a full thirty points of merit. Adding the eighty points returned by the magic sword Apophis, it directly jumped to 351/400. At this rate, his Blood Knight armor might not even be finished before his rank went up.

As for the three hundred thousand universal points, they solved an urgent need. Wu Ge had to be paid extra for every hour she stayed here. There was still a large funding gap....... This extra sum of money finally pulled the Ace team back from the brink of economic collapse.

Finally, it seemed that weapon spirits also get tired. The chatterbox G-spot contentedly spat out the last few words and then began to transform back into a pool of asphalt-like liquid, adhering to Fang Senyan's planetary-level high-energy mechanical power glove and snoring loudly. It looked extremely similar to a person lazily moving to the bed and pulling over a blanket.

However, now this liquid metal life form was "plated" on the gauntlet in the form of black and red stripes, compared to the previous faint light. There was an indescribable domineering and mighty aura, as if a tiger was lying on the ground sleeping soundly, and seeing it would cause a deep fear in the heart.

Fang Senyan checked the attributes of the glove. He was delighted to see a line of explanatory text added below the Final Impact:

This weapon has gained an additional enhancement ability: Extinction.

This enhancement ability will disappear after the liquid metal life form detaches from the equipment.

This enhancement ability cannot be applied to ranged weapons.

The priority of this enhancement ability is equal to the highest authority priority possessed by the holder of any ability.

Extinction… (details omitted)

Next, Fang Senyan did not forget to pay attention to the mission he had acquired:

Silver Series Mission Hidden Branch Chapter 3: Devour.

This mission requires the liquid metal life form to devour 100 pieces of equipment after waking up. As expected, the progress of devouring increased from the original 5% to 35%. The magic sword Apophis being devoured was actually equivalent to the sum of thirty ordinary pieces of equipment.

At this time, Fang Senyan finally sighed contentedly. He felt that he was finally starting to turn his luck around.

Yes, ever since he encountered this Fu, no, from the moment he encountered the Stockholm team, Fang Senyan had felt like he was going against the wind. The resistance in front of him was always much greater than he imagined. This resistance reached its peak during the previous assassination. The team was almost wiped out, and Black Bro died.

But from then on, Fang Senyan began to feel that the resistance was getting smaller and smaller. Until this moment, he felt that the pressure he was facing had disappeared. Because he had obtained the ability of Extinction, under the effect of this ebb and flow, he already had enough capital to face the troubles in front of him - whether they were on the surface or potential. To put it bluntly and narrowly, the so-called troubles included Fu and that Loki who appeared with a high and mighty attitude.

Zi suddenly said:

"Do you know what I'm thinking, Sailor?"

Fang Senyan glanced at her. From Zi's beautiful danfeng eyes, he saw a charming provocation. Strong women are like this. They always try to prove that they are stronger than men unintentionally, but deep down they desire to be conquered by men. So Fang Senyan said simply with a smile:

"Of course, you're thinking about a sentence I said before."

Zi immediately frowned and asked in an amused, rhetorical tone:

"Me, thinking about what you said??"

Fang Senyan said easily:

"Yes, after that proud Loki left with his nostrils pointed at us, I said that if we really killed that Fu, the expression on this guy's face should be very wonderful."

"And now it seems that Loki may not have the certainty of killing Fu. The thing he is seeking is likely to be the magic sword Apophis! If he learns that the spoils he has been coveting have been devoured by us, I believe his expression will certainly not be good either."

Zi snorted coldly and stopped talking.

Thirty-seven minutes later, their flight began to fly to distant Africa, first to Libya, then to Egypt.

From the moment they got off the plane, the African continent began to welcome all passengers with its heat, drought, strength, and of course, its primitiveness.

When Fang Senyan and the others stepped out of the aircraft cabin, they felt like they had come to another world. For Libya, which was in the midst of war, it was good enough to have a road that cars could drive on. There was no need to be picky about the potholes and mud on the road.

Their target was the Nigerian Chukwu golden mask, and the reason they had to come to Libya was because the mask had fallen into this place. A tribal leader in Benghazi, Libya, named Zandala, had obtained this treasure with three oil fields under his control. This tribal leader stubbornly believed that this mask was the key to awakening his memories of his previous life, so he spent a lot of money.

Soon, in a bar decorated with coconut shells on the outer wall, Fang Senyan and the others found the informant, a very fat black woman, wearing earrings as big as bus handles, with dark, shiny skin, and a bucket figure that almost burst the skirt. Only the light that occasionally flashed in her eyes would tell of her shrewdness and cunning.

"I am Mo An."

The black woman showed a warm smile on her face. She even stretched out her thick arms to give a hug, but the pungent perfume smell made no one respond to her enthusiasm. Fang Senyan raised the box in his hand lightly:

"We are in a hurry, give me the address."

The black woman deftly took the banknotes handed over by Zi, while Fang Senyan was reminded of Mogansha because of her skin color, and his mood suddenly fell. After the black woman finished counting the money, she actually took out a counterfeit money scanning device to identify the authenticity of each bill, and finally patted her hands with satisfaction, stuffed the roll of banknotes into her cleavage, and wanted to leave.

Zi immediately stood up and said coldly:

"The address?"

The black woman seemed to have forgotten something, and said "Oh", took out a piece of paper, scribbled a few strokes on it, and then threw it to them. Fang Senyan caught it and smiled immediately, saying:

"What does this mean?"

It turned out that what was written on the paper was, Libya, Benghazi, and then nothing else. This was like you asking someone for a detailed address, and that person perfunctorily telling you Sichuan, China, in the same way. The meaning of perfunctoriness was self-evident.

The black fat woman's face changed and said:

"The thirteen thousand dollars you gave can only buy this level of information."

Fang Senyan looked at her, smiled and said:

"You will regret this sentence for many years."

The black woman suddenly felt very uncomfortable, screamed, and slapped the table!

"Break their legs, then strip them naked and throw them into the jungle."

The bar seemed to have a sluggish business, with only a few people looking like they were dozing off on the table. When the black woman slapped the table, these people all stood up, holding uniform ak47s in their hands, and deliberately making the sound of pulling the bolts, expressionless, and the meaning of threat was self-evident.

Mo An was the name of this black woman's husband. He was an arms dealer, an intelligence peddler, and the owner of the bar. The reason he took Fang Senyan's job was for the generous reward, but letting his wife come forward to act was for the lives of the whole family.

Mo An knew the detailed whereabouts of the Nigerian Chukwu golden mask, but he also knew that the only end to betraying Zandala's tribe in Benghazi was that the whole family would be covered with at least twenty bullet holes and die in a stinking ditch, but Mo An was very envious of that bounty………

Okay, this was Fang Senyan's encounter, and the only reason Mo An didn't want to kill them was because these customers were from the United States, and the trouble after killing them would be more.

Fang Senyan and the others didn't do anything. Reef cooperated and raised his hands, but Seven had already slid down from the top of the back door of the bar like a ghost, put his arms around the shoulders of two thugs holding aks as if embracing an old friend, and then slammed them together.

The ak47s of these two thugs were smashed into pieces, and their bodies naturally collapsed. Another person next to them had already jumped away very well-trained, raised his gun, and aimed, but unexpectedly, after Seven rushed out, he bit his neck, and it could even be said that he licked it. This thug's finger was clearly on the trigger, but he couldn't pull it. His body was eroded by the toxins from the Dibaya Swamp.

Uh, another thug passed out directly. Mr. Kurutgo didn't even enter the combat state, and casually threw a coconut shell to stun him, and was still crunching and chewing potato chips in his mouth - this was Mr. Kurutgo's new favorite recently. (Welcome you to support, your support is my greatest motivation.)