"Plane, make a call and ask Cuong to come over."

Xi Jin commanded into the plane, then walked over to Ah Hu's corpse and picked up the gun and bullets in his hand.

This automatic rifle is a good thing, it is much easier to use than a pistol, but you can keep it for a while and use it later when you need it.

The plane nodded, and immediately took out the big brother to call Cuong and asked them to come over.

They didn't let Cuong come over in the first place because they were afraid of making a noise to let others know their location, and Cuong didn't have a pistol, so calling them over would be a death.

It took about an hour for Cuong and the others to drive to the scene.

Since Cuong didn't know the road, there was no GPS location in those days, and the country park was quite large, so it took them a long time to find it.

"Boss, why did you get here?"

"Brother Airplane, where did you get two of these things?"

Cuong's eyes lit up when he saw the two rifles in his hand.

Since they delayed their car into the parking lot and ran to the other street to wait for their contact, they didn't know what was going on here.

"I killed the scum brother just now and snatched them over."

The plane smiled rarely, and said that men have a natural love for firearms.

"You helped to replace the three safes in the car with another car, I blew the tires and couldn't use them."

Xi Jin commanded to the younger brothers.

And he himself remembered something, walked to the black car driven by the scumbag, opened the door and looked for the car to see if there was anything useful.

When he opened the trunk, his eyes lit up.

There are two trolls and two automatic rifles, and it looks like it has quite a few magazines.

This scumbag's smuggling channel is really powerful, and he can transport trolls and automatic rifles, which are very easy to detect, to Xiangcheng.

Even Wan Guo Xiong's Smoke Ghost Pony, who is responsible for gun smuggling, may not have a rifle, but this scumbag brother can smuggle so much, this guy is afraid that there are some hidden routes to smuggle in Xiangcheng.

He transferred all the guns in the trunk to his car, and then abandoned the black Mercedes of the scumbag here.

Although this car feels like it can be sold for a lot of money, it is easy to be suspected that the scumbag brother was killed by his own group of people when he sells this car.

With the current situation and other associations knowing about this, it is easy to touch the nerves of the small community, thinking that Wanguo Xiong is going to destroy the small community, and then fall to Hongxing and Dongxing.

In order to avoid being exposed, don't spoil the big thing for this little money, he doesn't lack these hundreds of thousands now, and it's not a pity to throw them away in vain.

"Boss, can you give me one of these guns?"

Ah Qiang said as he looked at so many firearms, his eyes glowing slightly.

As one of the few right-hand men under Xijin, he is the only one who does not have a gun, and even the newcomer Ah Hua has a gun, although the gun is Ah Hua's own, he doesn't mean to say anything.

"Don't think about these guns."

"I'm keeping all the rifles and trolls."

"You can only use it when it matters."

Xi Jin glanced at Ah Qiang and said.

This thing is used indiscriminately to find death, although the police don't care much about the old boys, but if the two sides really fight on the street, they will definitely come to arrest people.

They still have a relatively strict control over this dangerous firearm, and they will act immediately as soon as they receive the wind, otherwise it will be too dangerous for these Troubled Boys to have automatic rifle trolls, and they will make something big if they are not careful.

If too many passers-by are killed, then they will definitely put pressure on them from above and the media, and even if they are not fired, they will be demoted, so when they see which club dares to do such a thing, they will definitely strictly enforce the law.

Moreover, Xijin does not want to accidentally hurt ordinary citizens, so it is the best plan for him to keep these dangerous things.

"There's a pistol here, though."

"Don't take it with you, if you have a task or feel in danger, bring it."

"You look like this, and when you look at the street guys, you know that you are out to mess around."

"If they find out you have a gun, you're done."

Sijn tossed the pistol he had gotten from Tony to Cuong and reminded him.

Xiangcheng's responsibility for illegal possession of firearms is still quite serious, and if it is found, it basically has not been able to run for ten years, so Xijin will not take the gun with him at will.

"Thank you, Boss."

Cuong said happily.

He is finally a man with a gun now, looking at this black pistol with a little danger, he touched it a little lovingly, he also knew that his strength was average, and he was a lot more relieved to have a pistol to defend himself.

After moving the safes, the seven of them were crammed into a van, which was large enough to fit seven people.

However, Xijin monopolized the co-pilot's position, and five people had to be squeezed in the back, and the relatively short gray dog could only sit on the lap of the plane.

Looking at the expressionless faces of these two guys, Xi Jin felt inexplicably happy.

After driving for more than an hour, they finally arrived at the abandoned parking lot that had been arranged long ago, changed into a van, and after transferring all the goods, they slowly drove to the dance hall.

I've been doing it for so long, and it's already past eight o'clock, almost nine o'clock.

"Greyhound, you go to the hospital to see the injuries first."

"Airplane, you help me go to the hardware store and buy a trolley."

"Everyone else is going back to my own venue to watch the show."

Xi Jin commanded to the younger brothers.

"Yes, Boss."

The younger brothers said in unison, the boss's order was already clear, and they all did their own things according to the order.

He sat in the car and waited for the plane to buy the trolley back, and with the trolley he could push the three safes back to his home.

I don't need my brother's help, and I can keep my residence a little more secret, so as not to be troublesome if someone finds me at the door.

But now that he has so much money, he can buy a few more houses and live here and there, and it was very difficult for others to know where he lived at that time.

About fifteen minutes later, the plane came back with a trolley.

After calling a few more of his younger brothers to come and carry the three safes onto the trolley, he asked them to go back to work.

He first drove his car back to the parking lot downstairs of his house, and then drove back to drive the van back.

Although he is responsible for the parking space on this street, there is no danger in having his little brother watching at night.

But when he didn't have a little brother in the morning, he was afraid that someone would forcibly smash his car or steal his car and lose money, so in order to avoid trouble, it was better to drive his car back.