Zhang Cheng first tried to create the first clone. It was a yellow-skinned demi-human, a muscular man who was 1.9 meters tall, wearing a black suit and sunglasses.
"Give me a vicious scar on your face!”
"More bullet holes in your body!"
"And some fancy tattoos!”
....
A moment later, a burly man with a dark appearance appeared in Zhang Cheng's room.
Zhang Cheng was very satisfied with his aesthetic sense because he realized that the clone he had customized was very terrifying no matter how he looked at it.
Moreover, under the circumstances of his serious expression, there was a kind of murderous aura that made people tremble with fear.
"Very good. Do you have a name?"
Zhang Cheng nodded in satisfaction and asked.
"My name is Huang Jiang, Master."
Clones had absolute loyalty. Even if Zhang Cheng asked him to shoot himself in the head, he would not hesitate at all. After all, clones were products of the system and not real natural life.
Zhang Cheng nodded." Huang Jiang? Call me Boss in the future. Master sounds a little awkward."”
"Yes, boss."
Following that, Zhang Cheng customized two yellow-skinned clones. They were almost of the same build, but their appearances were different.
The reason why he used yellow skin was because Zhang Cheng was currently in the country. It would be inconvenient for him to walk around with other races.
After doing all this, Zhang Cheng looked at the 100 Burrett M9 pistols rewarded by the system.
This type of pistol was very famous. It was an active pistol used by the Mijian soldiers. Its performance had been tested long ago and it was very good.
In the international market, this kind of pistol was only a few hundred dollars. In China, the price was at least ten times that.
The Dragon Country did not allow private guns, so they could not be bought at all. The principle that the rarer an item was, the more valuable it was was applied everywhere.
At ten o'clock that night, Zhang Cheng led the three clones led by Huang Jiang on the streets of Rui City, the city closest to the border.
Rui City was a small city near the border of Myanmar.
The biggest feature of Myanmar was that it produced a large amount of jade, drugs, and so on. It had a deep impact on the surrounding countries and regions.
Although Rui City was a small city, there were many factions in it.
Among them, the most famous person was known to the outside world as Lord Blade. He was the most famous black brother in the local area. He had many businesses in his hands and a large number of nightclubs.
At 10:45, Zhang Cheng arrived at a seemingly dilapidated bar with only a small door to enter. There were a few hooligans smoking outside the bar.
Zhang Cheng walked over directly. When the hooligans saw the three burly bodyguards behind Zhang Cheng, they were a little frightened.
He couldn't help but touch the guy in his pants. The situation here was rather grim, and it wasn't rare for a shooting incident to happen.
"Don't be nervous. I'm not here to cause trouble.”
Zhang Cheng said with a smile. He didn't seem to have any ill intentions.
In fact, Zhang Cheng was still a little nervous. It was his first time dealing with these outlaws.
It was said that Lord Blade was a very ruthless character.
Usually, those who offended him would be killed by him with a knife. He was an extremely powerful guy, and that was how he got his reputation.
"What are you doing here?"
One of the hooligans looked at Zhang Cheng up and down, then said with some uncertainty,"Do you know whose territory this is?”
The hooligan felt that Zhang Cheng looked unfamiliar, but the bodyguard behind him did not look like an ordinary person, so his attitude was naturally uncertain.
"Of course I know. I'm here to look for Lord Saber.”
Zhang Cheng said calmly.
"Looking for Lord Saber?"
The few hooligans became nervous again. Lord Blade was their big brother, and Zhang Cheng had come to look for Lord Blade directly. They could not help but be wary.
"Are you here for business?"
Usually, there were many people who came to look for Lord Saber, and most of them were here to discuss business. Lord Saber had a wide range of business, so he naturally had a lot of business.
"You can say so. I'm indeed here to discuss business. I believe Lord Blade will be very satisfied.”
Zhang Cheng said sincerely.
The hooligan nodded and said,"Then please come in. Our Master Dao has never rejected business. This is his principle.”
"Thank you."
Zhang Cheng entered the bar with three bodyguards.
Listening to the hooligan's words, he sneered in his heart. Zhang Cheng was considered a noob in this industry. Any principles were bullsh * t to him.
However, Zhang Cheng felt that he should also have some principles. That was, he only recognized money. F * ck everything else. Money was king.
As long as he had money, he could live the life he wanted.
Money was the truth!
As for the rest, they were all bullshit.
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