Chapter 225: Halfway Shootout

Xu Qing glanced at the rattan box, which contained six jet-black and shiny automatic pistols, as well as a stack of magazines and three military daggers with sheaths.

The bodyguard opened the box at his elbow, Tang Guobin's eyes suddenly lit up, he reached out and picked up a pistol and said: "Domestic NP24, nine mm caliber, loaded with fifteen rounds, how much is a piece?" ”

Huang Bowen smiled: "It's not expensive, three hundred dollars, with five magazines." ”

Tang Guobin took two handfuls and threw them to Aloa Leopard, and was about to pay for them, Xu Qing picked up a military dagger with a compass from the rattan box and asked, "How much is this?" ”

Huang Bowen smiled: "Eighty dollars, it's not bad to buy this thing back as a souvenir." ”

A leopard on the side took two steps forward and said: "Pioneer M9 military thorn, domestic, very easy to use." ”

Tang Guobin smiled and took out a stack of dollars, counted out ten sheets, handed them to Huang Bowen, and took a pistol himself and pinned it to his waist.

Huang Bowen took another handful of military thorns from the rattan box and gave it to Xu Qingdao: "If you like it, take one more, good things come in pairs." "Three pistols and two military spurs, a total of 1,000 US dollars, is also considered cheap, anyway, there is no way to bring pistols back home except for military stabs.

There were also three pistols, Huang Bowen handed them all over to the bodyguards, counted a stack of banknotes and sent the lean man away, and the group got in the car again and went straight to the location of the public market, Yangon.

Tang Guobin was extremely familiar with firearms, fiddling with the pistol when he had nothing to do in the car, and Fang Piaopiao on the side frowned frequently.

Xu Qing clasped the two daggers at his waist in a regular manner, squinted and dozed off in the car, hoping that it would be best if he could reach his destination as soon as he got up.

The road conditions in Myanmar are indeed not bad, the car looks like a cradle, but fortunately, the extended Hummer shock absorption system is good, and Xu Qing sleeps quite peacefully.

Da Da Da - a series of crisp gunshots disturbed Xu Qing's sweet dream, the car squeaked to a stop, opened his eyes, and saw a row of barricades made of wooden horses more than 100 meters ahead, five Burmese men holding AKs were pointing guns at the front of the car, among them there was a dark-skinned bearded man holding a gun in one hand, the muzzle of the gun emitting green smoke was facing the sky, and two old jeeps with buckets were parked behind him.

Needless to say, it was this beard that fired just now, Xu Qing subconsciously stretched out his hand to his waist, and as soon as his fingertips touched the handle of the knife, he heard Meng Shicheng shout in a low voice: "Everyone stay in the car, my car is bulletproof." ”

Click! The three guns were loaded at the same time, Xu Qing pulled out a military thorn with his backhand, his eyes swept towards the group of Burmese men, and suddenly, he saw a familiar face behind the jeep.

Bai Shengjun, how did this guy get mixed up with the Burmese? Xu Qing's heart jumped, it was really a narrow road!

"Old Meng, turn around." Xu Qing shouted, his eyes fixed on the group of Burmese in front of him, but found that one of the bodyguards in Huang Bowen's car opened the car door and walked towards the Burmese with his hand raised, still shouting something.

The beard smiled coldly, two sharp points flashed in his eyes, and slowly lowered the muzzle of the gun and aimed it at the oncoming bodyguard.

"Quick, turn around, otherwise none of us will be able to leave!" Xu Qing was anxious, and shouted again at the top of his voice, and a gunshot rang out in his ears before the words fell.

Bang! The bodyguard, who was halfway there, crooked, fell to the ground with a pop, and his legs twitched twice in pain before he stopped.