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He Zifeng sat in the Fengyuan Tea House, there were not many customers in the store, but the private room upstairs was fully booked, he knocked on the melon seeds, shook his head and listened to a few customers chatting.

It is said that Fu Xiaoan is preparing to hold a fireworks show on Chinese New Year's Eve, He Zifeng admires him a little, this army is chaotic, how can he invite so many fireworks masters from all over the country?

Dozens, 10 per person is hundreds, is it all over one night?

He Zifeng thought about this question in his heart, but his eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked the customers: "What time does the evening performance start?" Where is it located? ”

"It is said that it has been coordinated with the public board of directors, and it is on the Bund de France, and the time is 12 o'clock in the evening." A customer smiled and said, "Boss He is also interested?" ”

"Interest! Of course interested! He Zifeng smiled brightly: "I can't find an excuse to ask her out of my LecoPlum number one Miss Liu Feixu, don't you have a chance now?" ”

Several customers laughed viciously, that laughter, as long as it is a man can understand, Chinese are like this, you give others face, others will give you face, so He Zifeng's place is always thriving.

The seventh master sighed like this, he said that He Zifeng is a god of wealth, no matter where he makes a fortune, he said to Uncle Ma: "Look at Legomei's performance this month, it has increased by 3% compared with last month, my song and dance hall is busy and has to turn over the table, how does He Zifeng manage this kid?" ”

Uncle Ma didn't care about this: "He is the secretary and translation consultant of the Military Police Headquarters, and he is also your brother, is this identity comparable to Tu Tianchong before?" But then again, it seems that since He Ye managed, it seems that there have been no fights and brawls in Legome, which is strange. ”

The seventh master despised Uncle Ma: "Which boss have you seen who has no figure all day long, and uses himself as a waiter with a smiling face?" The so-called reaching out and not hitting the smiling person, it's embarrassing to want to do it, besides, those little cubs stand behind Zifeng, who dares to stretch out their hands? ”

Uncle Ma thought so.

Gently dusting off the melon seed skin on the gown, He Zifeng looked at a few customers and said, "You guys are chatting, I'm leaving, how can this gown be worthy of Miss Liu?" A must-have suit coat! ”

The customers laughed evilly again, and He Zifeng walked out slowly amid that laughter.

He Zifeng is famous for his love of wearing long coats, and Kato Yuki asked him: "Why do you like long coats so much?" Of course, I'm not ignoring Chinese culture, but it's not appropriate for you to wear this at the gendarmerie headquarters, right? Let's change it, suit, and be formal. ”

In fact, He Zifeng is still quite resistant to wearing a suit, but now he is used to wearing a suit and coat or something, he was not happy to be killed before, and the benefits of the gown may only be known to him.

Standing in his room, He Zifeng took off his thick gown, and there was only one undershirt in it, but the lineup of his whole body was enough to shock everyone.

He carried a double gun belt on his back, two Browning hanging from his armpits, and a gun belt around his waist, a total of six!

There is a cartridge sleeve tied to the upper and lower arms of both hands, which is full of magazines, and if you count them carefully, there are actually as many as 26! The position of these magazines is very reasonable, as long as the wrist is bent, the base of the gun is exactly aligned with the position of the magazine, and the elbow is bent to allow the magazine of the upper arm to slide to the position of the lower arm, and the replacement of the magazine becomes very handy.

The holster on his waist has obviously been modified, except for the four Brownings, it is full of steel nails and stars, flipping his long coat, a silver line is faintly seen at the position of the button on his chest, which is where the streamer is stored, and there are 8 magazines hanging from the waist seam behind the hem, which can be stuffed into the body of the gun with only one back hand in the run.

This also explains why when he was covering Tong Lan before, Kato Yuya almost couldn't believe that a person could carry so many magazines, and the reason why He Zifeng didn't wear a suit was that he couldn't sew magazines on his waist, if others knew, he would have to vomit blood in anger, and he turned his body into a mobile arsenal.

After carefully inspecting the equipment of the whole body, He Zifeng put back his long coat with satisfaction, and picked up a small box from the table next to him, in which eight babies were quietly arranged the size of a fist.

He let out a long sigh of relief, perhaps only at this time did he feel safe.

Carrying the box out of the door, He Zifeng looked up.

Today's rare night is a little clear, it is indeed a good weather for fireworks, but He Zifeng obviously doesn't think so in his heart: "The moon is dark and the wind is high and the night kills, today's night is indeed a little less atmospheric." ”

Thinking to himself, he pressed the top hat on his head, and walked forward steadily, the dim streetlights elongating his figure, making him look like a traveler returning home.

Nako Ono's secret prison was ahead, and He Zifeng stood at the edge of the woods, his face covered with a black veil, his eyes staring at the buildings in the distance that were not brightly lit, but he could really feel the gloom that was revealed there.

Lying on the snow, He Zifeng carefully observed the surrounding situation, in his opinion, the sharpshooter on the roof of the building would not be revoked, it was about 40 meters from his position to the wall, it was an open area, and it was impossible to get close to it unconsciously.

As far as he knew, there was a blind spot in the sharpshooter's field of vision on the roofs of the three buildings, but because of the zigzag arrangement, the three of them just complemented the blind spot, forming a 360-degree all-round coverage, so he had to kill one silently so that he could safely approach the corner.

Reaching out and touching the small box on his back, He Zifeng touched a steel pipe-shaped object in his hand, which was a crossbow, a crossbow that could be folded and had a strange shape.

When he was in Japan, when He Zifeng skillfully used Tu Hong, the masked man told him that you should make a crossbow, a crossbow that is no less powerful than a sniper rifle, and you must not only make it, but also constantly improve it and be familiar with it.

Its range is definitely not comparable to that of a sniper rifle, but it has an advantage that a sniper rifle cannot match, because it has no sound, and at critical moments, it can play a decisive role.

Looking at the building not far away, a cold-blooded smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and slowly finished splicing the bow and crossbow, He Zifeng took out a steel ball and placed it in the groove.

It took He Zifeng several years to make this crossbow, and it took half a year to constantly familiarize himself with it and adjust it, and now, he has long been commanding this crossbow like an arm.

He slowly raised the bow and crossbow, and installed a light sight on it, and the snow reflected a hazy light in the faint moonlight, shining on the bow and crossbow, illuminating the two small words engraved by the knife and axe on the crossbow body - "thunder"!