Sci-fi architectural facilities, politely dressed people, this is Yang Wenhua's imagination of foreign countries.

But after Yang Wenhua came here for a few days, he found out that it was just like that.

The building is similar to the domestic regardless of indoor and outdoor, but as for the people here, it's hard to say.

The loose skin is covered with thick body hair and spots, and everyone basically smells of perfume, most of them are mixed with a hint of mush, of course, the moon is indeed quite round.

After coping with the uncoordinated seminar, sending Professor Song's father and daughter away, and promising to go back after two days of play, Yang Wenhua carried a backpack, took a Chinese taxi, and drove around.

After half an hour of driving around and getting to know the taxi driver, Yang Wenhua paid 500 US dollars for the car, and the taxi driver took Yang Wenhua to a shooting club in the suburbs.

"Let me tell you, this is the favorite place for domestic tourists, because not only is the place big enough, but also the various firearms are very complete and safe enough."

Following this taxi driver named Ah Yong, listening to his introduction all the way, Yang Wenhua also looked at this shooting club, the place is indeed big enough, judging from the countless ballistics and targets on both sides of the aisle, it should have been beautiful before.

But now it was a bit deserted, as could be seen from the few gunshots that came from it, and it was a Sunday afternoon.

"It's good to have everything."

"Yes, yes, yes, you can have fun when you have all the things."

Ah Yong nodded in agreement with Yang Wenhua, and after taking Yang Wenhua to a counter-like place, he chatted in English for a while.

"Mr. Yang, this is the boss here, George, he asked you to show your passport and apply for membership, so that the consumption can be cheaper, the membership card is only ten yuan, and you can get ten percent more consumption amount if you recharge."

"I don't have a passport, but I do."

Yang Wenhua said, and directly threw a hundred US dollars to that George.

"Tell him that as long as I have fun, there will be a lot of money."

Ah Yong looked at the hundred-dollar knife, floated in front of George, twitched the corners of his mouth fiercely, and then chatted with George for a while.

George put away the 100 American knives, and after talking to Ah Yong, his eyes gradually lit up.

Next, George asked another person to guard the counter and personally took Yang Wenhua to play.

After coming into contact with the firearms, Yang Wenhua found that there were many ways to shoot, including holding the gun and standing posture, which had different requirements.

After playing for more than half an hour, Yang Wenhua fired dozens of pistol bullets, more than 100 rifle bullets, and after giving George 500 dollars, he said to Ah Yong: "Ask him, is there any submachine gun or anything like this that can fire bullets quickly." ”

"Mr. Yang, if you play around, these ordinary firearms are fine, the bullets here are already several times more expensive, plus the consumption of other equipment, a bullet is more than ten times more expensive than the outside, and it is not cost-effective to use repeating guns."

Regarding Yang Wenhua's request, although Ah Yong can make a certain proposal here, he can't help but remind him at this moment.

Fat sheep are rare, and everyone knows that they can't be slaughtered at once.

"It's okay, you just ask him directly, I just want to experience it."

Yang Wenhua said, and directly handed a hundred US dollars to Ah Yong.

After Ah Yong took the money, he wanted to continue to persuade him, but at this time, George on the side was in a hurry, pushed Ah Yong away, and stumbled and said: "Yang Sheng, yes, I have all the fights." ”

Yang Wenhua looked at the stammering George and smiled, and sighed at the same time, money is really a good thing, and it brings together all the Cantonese and Mandarin that foreigners are holding back.

Yang Wenhua patted George's shoulder, "Lei Haoye, take out all the things." ”

Then he took out more than a dozen big beautiful knives, and without counting them in detail, he handed them to George directly.

After George happily took the money, he brought two kinds of guns, along with a dozen magazines, and at the same time pulled Ah Yong for a while.

Ah Yong introduced to Yang Wenhua: "Mr. Yang, this kind of short submachine pistol, one magazine has twenty rounds, and the price is twenty dollars.

The long submachine gun has seventy rounds of ammunition in one magazine, and the price is a hundred knives, and the reason why it is more expensive is because it is more powerful and allows you to use it as you like, and he has a lot of stock here. ”

"Yes, yes, a lot, a lot."

George nodded while giving Yang Wenhua an encouraging look.

Yang Wenhua tried the submachine pistol first, and found that the recoil was similar to that of an ordinary pistol, which was very light and easy to use, while the submachine gun was heavier, although Yang Wenhua could still use it with one hand, but the accuracy was much worse.

After hitting a few magazines, Yang Wenhua stopped George, who was going to continue to move magazines, and asked him, "Do you want to sell it?" ”

"It's good, do you want to sell it?" In George's somewhat puzzled eyes, Yang Wenhua said again and asked Ah Yong to translate truthfully.

George, who was confirmed by Ah Yong, glanced at Yang Wenhua deeply, and after being silent for a long time, he nodded at Yang Wenhua.

Then things were simple, under Ah Yong's stumbling translation, Yang Wenhua took out 100,000 US dollars from his backpack.

At George's place, I got ten pistols, rifles, submachine guns, and submachine guns, and 20,000 rounds of two bullets each.

When leaving, George warned through Ah Yong: "Mr. Yang, these things are not recorded, and after you leave here, I will not admit that I have seen you." ”

Yang Wenhua personally moved a box of grenades sent by George into the trunk and came to the co-pilot's position to do it.

After lighting a cigarette and taking a deep breath, Yang Wenhua threw a thousand dollars to Ah Yong, and said with a smile: "Don't tremble, it's just a small thing, don't worry, it won't affect you." ”

After taking the money, Ah Yong didn't know what to say, and after starting the car tremblingly, he didn't know where to go.

"Go back to the city, what's stupid, after sending me back to the city, you go back and sleep well, just forget about today's events."

After sending Yang Wenhua back to the city, Ah Yong returned home in a daze, just lying on the bed, he immediately bounced up again, and quickly ran to the side of the taxi, when the trunk was opened.

Ah Yong was directly stupid on the spot, "How could it not be, he obviously didn't take it?" ”

Hurriedly touched his pocket and found that the two thousand American knives that Yang Wenhua gave him back and forth were still there, and while Ah Yong breathed a sigh, he was also puzzled, why was there evil everywhere when it was really what happened?