Papa Paladin

Chapter 262 Technical content (13)

woo woo~

Accompanied by the long and loud sound of bagpipes, the train stopped steadily at Thyssen Railway Station.

There was an arrival notification broadcast in the carriage, Zuo Yi got up and took off his suitcase from the luggage rack, and helped Zhao Yuanyuan and Zhang Ling's luggage with them.

"Thank you uncle!"

Zhao Yuanyuan blinked and asked, "Uncle, which hotel do you live in?"

Zuo Yi smiled slightly: "Dihao."

"Emperor."

Zhao Yuanyuan showed a disappointed look and said, "We live in Traveler, I'm afraid we won't have the chance to meet you again."

Although they are both chain hotels, Emgrand is a five-star luxury international hotel, while Traveler is an economical express hotel, the grades of the two are vastly different.

Zuo Yi came to find someone, while she participated in a scientific expedition organized by the school. Thyssen is the capital and largest city of Lanta Province, so it is difficult for the two to meet again under normal circumstances.

Zhao Yuanyuan couldn't help feeling sorry.

Zuo Yi has a good temperament and conversation, the key is that he has a very manly appearance. To meet such a compatriot in a foreign country, a girl will inevitably have some romantic reveries.

It's a pity that fantasy always easily loses to reality.

Zuo Yi smiled and said: "Not necessarily, it's hard to say about fate."

Zhao Yuanyuan has a natural and friendly atmosphere, but there is no extraordinary fluctuation. Her talent is obviously not yet awakened, but the probability of becoming an extraordinary in the future is very high.

The previous head-down master probably saw something, so he did something secretly.

But how could his little moves be hidden from Zuo Yi's eyes!

Zuo Yi calmly solved Zhao Yuanyuan's troubles, and by the way left a mark on her.

So there may not be no chance to meet again.

"That's right!"

Zhao Yuanyuan's eyes lit up, and he smiled sweetly and said, "Goodbye, uncle, we are destined to meet again!"

Zuo Yi nodded and got off the train with his suitcase.

There are only roads and railways from Suled to Thyssen, and the roads have been in disrepair for a long time, so this railway has naturally become the best choice for commuting, and the number of passengers getting off at Thyssen Station is very large.

Many of them are tourists.

Following the crowd out of the station, the scorching sun immediately fell on the body, and there was not a trace of cloud in the blue sky.

Zuo Yi put on sunglasses.

Just stepped out of the passenger passage, countless people gathered around like locusts, speaking awkward English to solicit customers.

The official languages ​​of the Lenny Country are Lenny and English. These guys are basically local aborigines. They are black and thin and wear shabby clothes. Some drive black cars, some solicit customers for hotels, and some sell strange items. , There are also self-recommended tour guides.

Faced with such a scene, nine out of ten tourists who are newcomers will be dizzy from the noise, and those who are less vigilant may be tricked in a daze, and then they will be dragged to a certain place to be slaughtered as pigs.

Although Zuo Yi was not afraid of any danger, he didn't intend to ask for trouble, so he pushed away a few guys who were in the way, and walked straight to the taxi boarding point in front of him.

There were many people who chose to take a taxi, and everyone lined up inside the fence, and took a taxi to leave one by one.

But Zuo Yi did not follow the queue, but walked to a Mercedes-Benz parked on the side of the road.

A driver in uniform was standing there looking around. When he saw Zuo Yi coming with a suitcase, he asked politely, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Zuo Yi?"

Zuo Yi took out his passport and showed it to the other party, and the driver immediately bowed and said, "Mr. Zuo Yi, hello!"

He took the initiative to take Zuo Yi's luggage and put it in the trunk, and then drove Zuo Yi to the hotel in a Mercedes-Benz.

This is the pick-up service provided by Dihao Hotel for the guests staying at the hotel.

More than half an hour later, Zuo Yi successfully checked into the business suite on the 39th floor of the Thyssen Regency Hotel.

The economy of the country of Leni is relatively backward, and the inland province of Lanta is even more backward, but Thyssen, the capital, is still quite prosperous. It is said that 80% of the population of Lanta province lives in this city, and there are some Modern high-rise buildings.

The Dorsett Hotel is Thyssen's landmark building, with a height of 40 floors, which is superior to all competitors.

Through the wide and long floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, you can overlook half of the city. The nearby Mora Lake seems like a huge sapphire inlaid on the green earth, and the majestic Longge Mountains in the distance are like a dormant dragon. The landscape is very beautiful.

Zuo Yi could even see the Witch Temple built on Mount Longe.

It was a rather huge building, stretching along the mountain, layer upon layer, and it was spectacular. The golden dome of the main temple shone brightly under the sunlight, symbolizing that the self-proclaimed witch god was born in Exalted status on this land!

Zuo Yi narrowed his eyes.

When he got here, his perception of the culprit of the spell became much clearer, and he was 100% sure that the other party was hiding in the Witch God Temple.

It's just the specific location, which needs to be explored at a closer distance to find out.

Once the culprit is identified...

A sharp light flashed in his eyes!

Taking another look at the Wushen Temple, Zuo Yi left the room and went outside the Dihao Hotel.

At this moment, there was still some time before the sun set, and he stood by the side of the road, reaching out to stop a passing taxi.

Soon, a green and white taxi stopped in front of Zuo Yi.

Zuo Yi opened the co-pilot's door and sat in. He said to the driver in English, "Take me to the Witch Temple, thank you."

The driver was a black and thin middle-aged man with a bushy beard and a headscarf woven from colorful ropes.

He turned his head to look at Zuo Yi, opened his mouth with scorched yellow and uneven teeth, raised three fingers and said, "Three hundred Xia Yuan."

He still speaks Chinese.

Three hundred summer dollars?

Zuo Yi chuckled, shook his head and said, "One hundred."

He had checked the satellite map before he came, and it was only about 20 kilometers away from the Dorsett Hotel to the Wushen Temple. If he took a taxi, one hundred Xia Yuan would definitely be more than enough.

In the country of Leni, due to the fact that hundreds of governors ruled one side, the country's currency credit is very low, and it can't even be used in many provinces. People basically accept Xia yuan, US dollars and euros.

Among them, Xiayuan is the most popular, so Zuo Yi didn't exchange it for the legal currency of the Lenny country this time, but just stuffed dozens of Xiayuan in his wallet.

"No!"

The middle-aged driver shook his head like a rattle, and withdrew a finger: "Two hundred, at least!"

Zuo Yi thought for a while and said, "Let's go."

It's important to do business, so I don't bother to waste my saliva on bargaining with the other party.

The middle-aged driver showed a big smile and said, "OK!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed on the accelerator, and the taxi roared and sped forward.

The speed is not generally fast.

Ten minutes later, the car turned from the avenue to a narrow road and continued driving.

The ground gradually became rough, and the buildings on both sides of the road became more and more dilapidated, with garbage everywhere, and there were many poor people in ragged clothes among the pedestrians.

Zuo Yi frowned and asked, "Is this road going to the Wushen Temple?"

"Yes!"

The middle-aged driver replied with certainty: "Shortcut, hurry up!"

Zuo Yi didn't speak again.

Then the taxi suddenly turned into a secluded alley and stopped with a "creak".

Zuo Yi asked curiously, "Are you there?"

The middle-aged driver showed a weird smile.

He took out a pistol from nowhere, pointed it at Zuo Yi's head suddenly, and said, "Hand over all the money on you!"

It is actually a pidgin of Chinese and English, and it is also a talent among robbers.

it's really...

He was robbed as soon as he went out, it seems that today's luck is not very good!

Zuo Yi smiled.

The middle-aged driver was stunned: "Laugh, what are you laughing at, robbery!"

Zuo Yi suppressed his smile and sighed: "I hate you robbers the most, you don't have any technical content."

Time to show real technology!

The middle-aged driver didn't understand, and in fact he didn't need to understand what Zuo Yi said.

The taxi robber suddenly found that he had lost control of his body. His lips were trembling, and he wanted to say something but couldn't. His throat seemed to be blocked by a ball of mud, and he couldn't breathe.

The next moment, his eyes showed a look of incomparable horror!

The hand holding the gun turned upside down, and the muzzle that was originally aimed at Zuo Yi aimed at his own head, and the finger pressing on the trigger involuntarily pulled down.

boom!

Red and white splashed on the car window, and then slowly flowed down, like an abstract painting of postmodernism.

Wouldn't it be nice to live and earn two hundred? You can add another fifty!

Zuo Yi shook his head, opened the door and got out of the car.

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