When I saw Hei Man again, she was still wearing the same tight leather coat, revealing her perfect golden ratio, the only difference was that this black leather coat was no longer the jet black and shiny when she slept with him before, and it didn't seem to be the same, but Canglong could see that it was not just the same one, but also the same one.

This leather coat is specially made by the League of Assassins for female killers, and it is extremely flexible, not only can make all kinds of difficult movements, but also can defend against general bullet penetration, even a special saber is difficult to cut, and the interior of the League of Assassins calls this leather suit a snake suit.

Just like the skin on the snake's body, it has scale armor, but it can't be seen from the outside, and men can also wear this kind of leather clothing, but Canglong doesn't like this kind of snake clothing, because when performing tasks, this kind of snake clothing does not bring any sense of security to himself, but will make himself lose some necessary vigilance because of these clothes.

So every time he performs a mission, he is almost naked, and only prepares some necessary five products, and in fact, for Heiman, the function of the snake suit is not bulletproof, but can change color three-dimensionally, look more beautiful, and highlight her figure, a female killer like her, the ultimate stunt, or a beauty trick, and external beauty is also part of her training.

"Do you have something on your mind?" Heyman spoke.

"It won't affect the mission!" Canglong didn't hide it, but he didn't explain it.

It's mission now, so he has to get his friends to trust him, and the slightest mistake can cause unnecessary trouble, even though he's always been a loner.

"I hope so." Heiman was not entangled, she was driving an ordinary Volkswagen, and after both of them got into the car, Heiman said, "Right time!" ”

Canglong raised his wrist, the Patek Philippe and Heiman's Rolex were attached together, the time was very accurate, there was no difference, which is why Canglong used such an expensive watch, at least it was on time, not just to look at or to show off.

If it is a teamwork, one person's time and the other person's time does not match, it is likely to lead to the failure of the whole task, because if this person is in a key position, the agreed time, does not make a key tactical response, it will affect the success or failure of the entire task.

After the time was right, Heiman threw a pistol and a long magazine to Canglong, and after Canglong took it, he habitually assembled the pistol and the long magazine in front of him, and then threw it to Heiman: "The craftsmanship of the Germans is indeed reliable, but I am not used to using guns, even if I want to use them, I am my old buddy!" ”

As he spoke, Canglong took out his desert warrior and checked it, and then disappeared into his hands at some point.

"Don't regret it!" Heiman put the gun away, the pistol she gave Canglong just now was a pistol that could be assembled into a submachine gun, named Cz75.

It is an upgraded version of the Cz75 pistol, as long as the manual safety of the CZ75 is replaced with a fast and slow machine device, it can be single, continuous, the theoretical rate of fire is 1000 rounds per minute, and the front end of the extended barrel is equipped with a vent hole, and at the same time, a magazine with a thicker bottom plate is used, and the bottom plate can be matched with the curved hook at the front end of the sleeve seat to fix the spare magazine upside down on the sleeve seat, as a foregrip, to reduce the muzzle jump during continuous firing.

With a length of 220 mm and a weight of 1.1 kg, this submachine pistol tends to be the most powerful in encounters, as it is light and compact, and its firepower far outcompetes that of a pistol.

"Let's talk about it then." Canglong insisted on his choice, but he said strangely, "I want to know how you got these weapons, such guns appeared in China, and they appeared in your hands, and they definitely paid a lot of price." ”

"When you need it, pay enough and there will always be someone who can give you what you want, even if it's in China." Heiman glanced at Canglong coldly, not to be outdone, and said, "Moreover, it's not just that you have a channel to get a gun, I also have my channel." ”

"It seems that those international arms dealers have really tried their best." Canglong shook his head, closed his eyes and went to recuperate.

These words made Heiman's face change, and it was obvious that Canglong had guessed that her weapons were obtained from these international arms dealers, and the most profitable industry in the world was not oil, but arms.

Those international arms dealers can send weapons anywhere in the world, regardless of the rules and regulations, as long as they can make money.

However, these must be paid at a sufficient price, and it is obviously much more difficult to send them to China than to the United States, because China has extremely strict controls on weapons, whether they are domestic or foreign.

If Li Ruomo saw these weapons in Heiman's car, he would probably be mad.

"Even the international arms dealers, you have to be in touch with them." Herman assembled her sniper rifle with one hand and drove the car with the other, "If you make them annoying, even if you have the money, they won't necessarily sell it to you, let alone let them risk being sent to such a dangerous country." ”

Hearing this, Canglong still squinted his eyes, but said in his mouth: "There are ways to deal with the devil, even if they hate me, but if I want, they will sell it to me, and it is all blood vomiting price." ”

Hearing this, Hei Man stopped talking, originally she wanted to satirize Canglong, but she didn't expect to be dissolved by Canglong's understatement.

The devil in his eyes is the international arms dealers, because these arms dealers do the bloodiest and dirtiest business in the world, they sell weapons to two rival countries, then provoke their disputes, and finally continue to sell weapons to the opposing sides, and the arms dealers never care how many people die in these two countries.

As they often say, "There are 550 million guns in the world, and there is an average of one gun for every 12 people, and the only question is how to get the other eleven people to have guns, and that's what we have in mind." ”

Even though they are called devils, they still don't sell weapons to those who hate them, including Canglong, who once killed several heavyweights among the arms dealers in Africa, so the arms dealers blacklisted him.

But as Canglong himself said, although the arms dealers are all devils, if he wants to, the arms dealers will definitely sell him obediently, and sell them to him very cheaply.

No matter what the origin of these demons is, or whether they are behind a certain big country, it is not crucial, and it cannot be a reason for their safety, unless the devils want to provoke Canglong, the "god of death" who dominates them.

"I don't know how happy the devils would be to know that you don't use their weapons." After assembling the gun, Heman carefully put the gun away, and then concentrated on driving the car again.

"As long as they don't make me angry, I won't make them sad." Canglong replied lightly, as if he was passing the boring time on the road.

The two of them went back and forth like this, attacking and counterattacking sentence by sentence, it seemed to be very fun, no one thought that before the two killers carried out the mission, they were not talking about how to deploy, how to attack, and how to evacuate, but they were attacking each other, but attacking each other like this.

In fact, for them, everything is clear in their hearts, any plan may be variable, all they need to know is the terrain and direction, and they can already make countless ways to deal with it, and the reason why they ridicule each other is to constantly make up for both sides, and there is already a rift in trust.

When they were about to reach their destination, the two fell silent, seeing that there was no road ahead, Heiman stopped the car, and then the two hid the car, and in front of them was an endless stretch of mountains.

"This guy is really well hidden, if it weren't for you, I would be looking for a needle in a haystack in this mountain!" Canglong shook his head, this place has already gone beyond the boundary of Dongning City, and they have come to another city, which is the Snow Dragon Mountain stretching for hundreds of miles.

"It is said that Chen Tianbao's ancestral home is here, and their ancestral grave is in this big mountain, and you injured the jackal a lot last time, and he was afraid that you would find him, so he could only hide far away, which is also our only advantage." Heiman said, looking at the time again, "Action? ”

"Hmm!" Canglong nodded, and he was about to enter the dense forest in front of him.

"What's on your mind?" Suddenly, Heiman's voice came from behind.

"If I were you, I wouldn't have made such a stupid choice." Canglong slowly turned his head, only to see Heiman holding a sniper rifle, locking his head.

"No, the gun won't be put down until you tell me what's on your mind, you have two choices, either I shoot and we end the cooperation, or you tell your mind and we continue to work together, because I don't want to put myself in danger because of your possible mistakes and end up being chased by jackals." Heiman's tone was firm, and there was still a faint smile on her evil face, but it seemed to be entangled in death.

At this moment, Canglong felt a hint of murder in Heiman, but she seemed to be hesitating about something.

"You can try whether the bullets in your sniper rifle are faster or I am faster!" Canglong's face was indifferent, but he didn't panic and looked at Heiman, "You only have one chance!" ”

The two looked at each other for a long time, and finally Heiman put down the gun, because the confidence in Canglong's eyes told her that once she shot, even if she could hurt him, she couldn't kill him.

But it was this self-confidence that prompted Heman to put down the gun, because it was also telling Heman that that little worry would not affect Canglong's next performance.

Seeing Heiman put down the gun, Canglong turned around and disappeared into the dense forest, Heiman stayed where he was, and looked coldly at the direction of Canglong's departure: "One day you will pay the price for your self-confidence!" ”

After saying that, she went in the other direction