That night, he had a very comfortable night, and no killer came to him.

Apparently, the owner of the "We Are Pests" bar is quite reliable, and he did not leak any clues about him.

That's also reasonable, first of all, the person who chased and killed Zhou Qiang may not always be able to find the bar in the black street. Moreover, no matter where they went, they couldn't lock Zhou Qiang's whereabouts, because he was already disguised, and his height and face shape had changed to a certain extent under the clever disguise technique.

Secondly, the boss will definitely be tight-lipped because he knows his horror, and from those visiting killers, the boss can also feel his strength from the side.

For the little people, pretending to know nothing about everything is the best strategy to save their lives.

Because if the boss leaks the secret, he will probably be arrested immediately. The killers would inevitably force him to lead the way to the safe house to trap him, in which case he would become the object of his own wrath, and the killers would not provide protection. And if he refuses, the killers will probably make him blood splattered on the spot.

Either way, the boss should never act rashly.

With all the safeguards in place, the chances of the killers finding this safe house are slim to none.

The next day, Uncle Ghost contacted him.

Zhou Qiang knew that he was going to hand over the specially modified AK-47 to himself, so he simply provided a temporary address.

So, in the early morning of the third day, a delivery man from Shunfeng Express came to the door and came to this rather deserted place with a confused face.

"Are you Mr. Zhou Lie? Despite his doubts, the delivery man suppressed his curiosity and did not say much.

He was still a little confused, because the area had no residents at all, except for the offices of some construction companies.

Zhou Lie is the pseudonym who signed for the receipt.

And the violin case is the packaging of this AK-47, which is used to hide its true identity.

"OK, thank you. ”

After signing for the receipt, Zhou Qiang returned to the safe house, carefully unwrapped the package, and then removed a lot of tin foil and other camouflage used to shield security checks.

It was a rusty AK-47.

It must have been battle-hardened for a long time, because there are obvious yellow marks on the gun case, which are the remnants of a long-term ** reaction, which means that this gun has been in service for many years.

"Why did Uncle Ghost give me an old gun?" Zhou Qiang was stunned, inevitably a little stunned, and a faint disappointment.

Because when it comes to firearms, the old is never as good as the new.

Moreover, long-term wear and tear will greatly affect the rifling accuracy, and the barrel is also easy to explode, so this AK-47 has been used for so long, which really makes Zhou Qiang feel a little unbelievable. But surprise to surprise, he also felt that it was useless at all.

Guns are not antiques.

Its value has nothing to do with time.

"I don't have an instruction manual, so I can only rely on my own exploration?" Zhou Qiang scratched his hair in annoyance.

Uncle Ghost can't throw himself a piece of garbage that doesn't have any use for his fart.

This AK must have a special secret, and he has to study it thoroughly as soon as possible.

Therefore, Zhou Qiang immediately carried it, loaded a bullet, walked to the depths of the sewer, and aimed at an empty can.

Pull the trigger.

A strange trembling sensation spread from the gun to Zhou Qiang's fingertips, and he immediately felt a bloodthirsty madness stimulating his meninges.

It's as if the devil is murmuring......

But how firm was Zhou Qiang's will? Almost 0.1 seconds later, he had already suppressed that feeling, but then he was ecstatic to find that there seemed to be a strange energy converging in the barrel.

Bang!

Bullet out of the chamber.

Immediately after that, the can exploded directly "BOOM!!" and fell apart.

"It's so terrifying, it's comparable to high explosives. Zhou Qiang's color changed, he finally realized the horror of this thing, and its power was so strange that it could make the enemy unnoticed.

"I'm afraid it's not the power of science. He looked deeply at the barrel, there was nothing special about it, and besides, the steel had been rusted and tattered many years ago, and it was not very presentable.

After sniffing, Zhou Qiang actually smelled it from the barrel......

"The smell of rum?"

He couldn't help but be stunned, only to feel the sweet smell of rum on the tip of his nose, the roar of pirates charging into battle frantically, and the faint sight of a ghost ship moving through the stormy seas.

"I ...... Day !!"

Zhou Qiang finally understood what this thing was, and he couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

Buzz.

Uncle Ghost's call came at the right time, obviously deliberately choosing this point in time.

"Well, that thing I gave you is good, isn't it?" he laughed, showing off.

Zhou Qiang smiled bitterly and sighed: "Uncle Ghost, you can actually get this kind of thing, it's really ...... It's shocking. But you're overestimating my ability to give it to me, and I can't afford it? ”

"Half sold, half give. Uncle Ghost spread his hands and said very generously, "I never asked you for money." ”

"But I'm going to owe you a lot of money on credit for that. Zhou Qiang shook his head, but instead of returning it, he held it more cherishingly, and then put it back into the violin case used for disguise, and then carried it back.

He was ready to evacuate the safe house.

"I'm just a little curious, where did you find it?" Zhou Qiang couldn't help but ask.

"Hehe, this AK-47 is the product of a legendary flintlock pistol from the Caribbean in the 14th century, fused with an old gun from the jungle of Vietnam. The maker of this work is Tia Bosumia, a master who works closely with our ghost network. She's a famous witch in the European underworld!" said Uncle Ghost.

Zhou Qiang smiled lightly: "Before I came into contact with it, I always felt that the so-called witch was purely feudal superstition. ”

"Hehe, your concept is too old. Uncle Ghost shook his head, "There are two kinds of people in this world, and their thinking is too old-fashioned and outdated. One is the feudal and superstitious guys in your mouth, who will blame the mysterious ghosts for whatever they encounter that they cannot understand, thinking that it is caused by evil forces, how stupid is it?"

"The other is to always believe that there is nothing else in the world except those energies in physics, and that anything weird must eventually be explained by science. Even if it really doesn't make sense, he definitely doesn't believe in any more mysterious explanations, and firmly believes that this is feudal superstition. ”

"These two kinds of people are blind and can't see Mount Tai. Uncle Ghost shrugged his shoulders, quite disdainful of both people.

Zhou Qiang touched his nose, a little embarrassed, he was the latter, Uncle Ghost was obviously pointing at Sang and scolding Huai, implying that his head was like an elm pimple, stubborn.

"For example, the ancient martial arts you believe in, a truly strong man can disassemble a tank with his bare hands and tear the armor, is that science?" Uncle Ghost asked rhetorically.

"And Z's beast intuition, which can feel the aiming from the gun from a distance of 500 meters, so as to dodge, is that scientific?"

"There are also those top powerhouses in all shapes, they all have some incredible special powers to a greater or lesser extent, that's obviously not scientific at all, right?"

Zhou Qiang sighed: "Yes." ”

"The world is vast and vast beyond your imagination, and the reason why you don't realize it now is because you are too weak to meet that qualification. Uncle Ghost smiled slightly, "To put it mildly, now you are just a frog at the bottom of the well, and you are in the low-level stage of climbing out of the well with difficulty." When you succeed, you will be able to access the truly vast endless world. When the time comes, you will understand that this AK is nothing at all. ”

"Thank you Uncle Ghost for your teachings. ”

Zhou Qiang sat in a row on a small bench, waiting for the teacher to preach and teach, and he could only nod his head like a chicken pecking rice.

"Oh, by the way, this AK-47 with black magic is named by Master Tia - Dark Demon. With that, Uncle Ghost hung up the phone.

"Dark Demon ...... Well, a very unique name. Zhou Qiang rubbed it, only feeling that the tentacles were cold, and it could never have any temperature, as if it was a cold-blooded animal itself.

There's nothing wrong with describing it this way, because this AK called the Dark Demon is a product of black witchcraft, and most of them have souls.

But Zhou Qiang directly improvised with some gold paint used for camouflage, turning it into a golden gold AK, which was extremely sassy.

The reason why he did this was because Zhou Qiang wanted to be different from his previous killer identity.

The king of killers - "Q", low-key forbearance, a shot of M21*** across the world, but no one knows it.

Zhou Qiang wants to be dazzling, use the golden AK to slaughter the invading enemies of the Qi family, and stage a crazy slaughter!

In that case, it would be impossible for anyone to associate him with his identity.

Moreover, the golden AK is too eye-catching, and quite vulgar, which will make people think of words such as earth hi, earth turtle, earth flavor aesthetics, etc., and the enemies will also underestimate themselves because of this, and thus fall into the net.

Soon, he finished spray-painting.

Then, Zhou Qiang left the safe house and set off towards the road.

But as soon as he went out, he observed that there were two figures, one tall and one short, one fat and one thin, appearing on the side of the road, standing in a casual posture, as if there was no murderous intention, but this place was deserted, but whenever there was a living person, he had to be vigilant.

However, 1 second later, Zhou Qiang recognized the identity of the other party, and it was the bar owner and the bartender.

They also saw Zhou Qiang, and walked over in a hurry.

"Sir, are you comfortable?" asked the bar owner with a smile, "You said last time that you would leave after two days, so I came to take a look." ”

"Oh, then why do you carry so much luggage?"

Zhou Qiang glanced at the two oversized suitcases beside the boss.

The bartender smiled bitterly and took over the conversation: "Sir, you have been staying in the safe house, and it must not be clear that a large number of strangers suddenly came to our dark street, and they all have quite terrifying killing intent. They are all looking for a man named Zhou Qiang. ”

Zhou Qiang's pupils shrank.

"Rest assured, we have not divulged your whereabouts. The boss said, "However, the matter is getting more and more serious, and more and more people are coming, and I am afraid that someone will catch us and torture us to extract confessions." So, I just gritted my teeth and entrusted the bar to someone else's agent and ran to the safe house for two to three weeks. I believe that when the time comes, it will be calm. ”

"Oh, why do you think I'm Zhou Qiang?"

Zhou Qiang asked lightly.

"It's true that you are different from the wanted portraits that the killers brought. You're taller, fatter, and have very different facial features. ”