"Get out of the car, the boss is inside. A member of the Black Bat Club stepped out of the car and pointed a gun at Jiang Chengdao.

Jiang Xiang looked at the white villa over there, stepped out of the car, and walked slowly towards the villa, while also observing the surrounding environment, surrounded by a small forest, not far away from the southeast side of a residential area of bungalows, here is like a corner of the countryside in the city, the surrounding buildings and fields are quite a French vernacular style.

"Hurry up, don't look around. A member of the Black Bat Club followed closely behind Jiang Cheng, watching him keep looking around, urging dissatisfiedly, and pushing him with a gun in the back.

Jiang Cheng's face turned cold, he turned his head to look at the black man behind him, glared at him fiercely, and said coldly: "I advise you not to put this (issing) thing that has a chance of malfunctioning and misfire at me, otherwise it may make me nervous for a while and do something that will not make you happy." ”

The black man came into contact with Jiang Cheng's fierce and cold eyes, and took a step back involuntarily, but then he was a little annoyed by his actions, and stepped forward, pushing his shoulder with his left hand, and the right hand holding the gun was about to put the muzzle of the gun on his waist, and said viciously: "You give me honesty, otherwise ......"

Jiang Chengxian's black man's actions, raised his eyebrows, his body was in a soft circle in place, facing the black man, his right hand raised his hand to grasp his wrist holding the gun, pinched his vein acupoint and twisted it hard, the black man's hand opened weakly, and the pistol fell to the ground.

Before the pistol fell to the ground, Jiang Cheng bent down and reached out to take it, took the pistol in his hand, lightly touched the ground, turned around from the right side of the black man, and came behind him in an instant, strangled his neck with his left arm from behind the black man, and the right hand holding the gun grabbed the gun on the temple of this guy, and asked coldly.

"You didn't just that...... How!?"

The black man was so frightened that his legs were weak, and before he could react to what was going on, he saw Jiang Cheng turn around to face him, and then he had already grabbed the gun, and the whole person turned behind him, and put the gun against his temple from behind, a series of movements were as fast as lightning, and he didn't have time to react at all.

Feeling the cold muzzle of the gun at the temple, the black man said nothing, and even forgot to beg for mercy.

"How does it feel to point this gun at you?" Jiang Cheng asked coldly: "I don't want to shoot, maybe as long as I touch the trigger lightly, it will go off, although there is only a %! (issing) chance, do you dare to gamble?"

The black man was covered in cold sweat, his body trembled slightly, and he was stiff and did not dare to move, for fear that just like Jiang Cheng, if he moved slightly, the gun would malfunction and go off.

The members of the Black Bat Society who were walking in front and behind all looked at this side in surprise, especially the member who was in charge of guarding Jiang Cheng, and the members who followed Jiang Cheng immediately took out a gun from his arms in a panic, holding the gun with both hands and aiming it at Jiang Cheng.

When Jiang Cheng saw this scene, his face turned even colder, and he said coldly: "Put the gun down!" I have passed, don't use this kind of thing that makes me nervous to me, otherwise, I dare not guarantee your safety." ”

Hans next to him saw clearly the previous scene of Jiang Cheng grabbing the gun and countering, and at this moment he saw that there was a sense of tension between the two sides, and hurriedly raised his hand and shouted loudly: "Put the gun down, put the gun down, don't use the gun at this Asian again, he is very likely to be our business partner." ”

The other two or three black men glanced at each other and slowly lowered their guns, but still looked at Jiang Cheng with vigilant eyes.

Jiang Cheng looked at Hans and smiled slightly, let go of the hand holding the black man in front of him, the gun left his temple, and gently pushed forward from behind, pushing the black man forward a few steps, and then Jiang Cheng raised his hand and threw the gun to Hans: "This gun is better handed over to you for safekeeping." ”

"Smack!" Han Sen raised a hand, caught the pistol in the air, and then looked at Jiang Chengdao: "You are very powerful, but if you use such drastic actions every time, I dare not guarantee that there will be no misunderstanding next time." ”

"As long as you don't make dangerous moves. Jiang Cheng spread his hands and smiled.

If you want to become a trading partner or have a good relationship with other gangsters, then the fastest and most effective way is to let the other party know your strength, whether it is economic strength or other aspects, otherwise, if you are looked down upon by the other party, it is impossible to become a friend, and even make the other party feel that you are weak and easy to bully, and make some stupid moves.

"Come with me, big brother is inside, but when you get out of here, I hope you can forget about seeing him from here. Hans put the gun behind the waistband of his trousers, beckoned to Jiang Chengdao, and motioned for him to enter the white villa together.

"I understand. Jiang Cheng nodded in understanding, took a step, and entered the villa with Hans.

Pushing open the door of the villa, Hans took Jiang Cheng and walked inside, without checking any other rooms, he led him to the back garden of the villa, and explained lightly: "My eldest brother doesn't like to stay at home, he feels that this is very restrictive, so he often enjoys the flowers in the back garden, which is also the location of his factory." ”

Jiang Cheng nodded secretly in his heart, this remote and secluded place is indeed very suitable for experimental guns, but I don't know what kind of person Hans's eldest brother is, an underworld boss can endure loneliness and stay in this kind of place.

After walking a distance, the two came to the back garden of the villa, at this time there were three people on the back door platform of the villa, two bald black bodyguards wearing sunglasses, standing behind the middle man, and the middle man was not standing, but sitting in a wheelchair, wiping with a gun in his hand, and there was a table in front of his wheelchair, on which were all kinds of firearm parts.

"Big brother, I brought that person here. Hans stepped forward, came to the man in the wheelchair, bowed respectfully, and whispered.

The man in the wheelchair heard Hans's words, glanced at him, and then turned his head to look at Jiang Cheng, who was standing not far away, and while wiping the gun in his hand, he asked Jiang Cheng lightly, "Is that you? Can you provide us with the raw materials for making pulp?"

Jiang Cheng fixed his eyes on this person and carefully observed it a few times.

He is a bald black man in his fifties, his body is a little fat and old, the short beard that has sparsely fallen on the upper lip has turned gray, he is wearing a red and blue casual shirt, which looks colorful, with a little sense of fashion, his belly is big, and he looks a little rich, and the lower body is wearing a pair of short casual pants with a coconut tree pattern painted on it, giving people a feeling of pampering and being rich.

Then, Jiang Cheng's eyes fell on his wheelchair and legs, this person was sitting in a high-end electric wheelchair, his ankles were very thin, and the muscles in his legs and stomachs were all atrophied, and the high-end electric wheelchair also had some years, and it seemed that he had been half-paralyzed for a long time for some reason.

Jiang Cheng retracted his gaze, nodded and said, "Yes, if the conditions are right, I can get some raw materials, but the premise is that you can make these raw materials into complete firearms and sell them to us." As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed at the gun in his hand.

In his hand was a beautifully crafted black pistol, very short, it looked like it was only ten centimeters long, like a pistol used by secret agents, very easy to hide, and in his pocket, it was equivalent to putting a pack of cigarettes.

"Okay, you sit down and see what conditions you have. The black man in the wheelchair glanced at the black bodyguard next to him and said to Jiang Chengdao.

The bodyguard immediately brought a chair from not far from the back garden, placed it beside the black man, and made a gesture of invitation to Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng smiled slightly, stepped forward without shirk, sat on the chair, adjusted the direction and sitting posture of the chair, and faced the black man in the wheelchair.

The black man in the wheelchair took a sip of the tea cup on the table, then put down the tea cup and said with a smile to Jiang Cheng: "Are you Chinese?" I like Chinese tea very much, first introduce myself, my name is Tagore. ”

"That's right, I'm Chinese, my name is Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng also smiled.

Tagore smiled and nodded: "Then your conditions, what kind of raw materials can you provide, and what is the price for wanting to get guns from me?"

"It's very simple!" Jiang Cheng looked down at the desktop, thought in his mind for a while, and then looked up at Tagore and said: "I need a lot of money, the more the better, so I hope that all the guns made from the raw materials provided to you will be sold to us, and ......"

After a slight pause, Jiang Cheng looked at the gun parts on the table: "The raw materials for guns that I can provide are not this kind of things that can be formed by casually assembling and assembling, because if only these things want to pass through the French gate, it is not easy to produce them in large quantities." ”

"Mass production?" Tagore looked at Jiang Cheng in surprise, and then smiled: "You want mass production? How much do you want, is 8 enough?"

"I'd like to have at least one or more. Jiang Cheng replied.

Hearing this, the people around them gasped, Jiang Cheng They are just a gang in France, and they want to buy 1 gun as soon as they open their mouths, this number is too huge, such as the Red Glove Gang, and now the number of guns in the entire gang is only two hundred, what do Jiang Cheng want to do with such a large number of guns?

"You don't think you're trying to attack a military base in France?" asked Hans.

"Hahaha......" Jiang Cheng chuckled, waved his hand and said: "Don't make this kind of joke, 1 shoddy gun, if you attack a military base, isn't it just looking for death? ”

Hans breathed a sigh of relief, but still asked a little strangely, "Then what do you want so many guns for?" ”