Someone smuggles guns on a large scale, which undoubtedly means that there must be people in this world who buy guns, and there are many buyers.

Of course, for his own safety, Shang Yu would not be stupid.

He opened the space-time tunnel on a beach at the edge of the dock and crept past, disguising himself as an ordinary person who had fled here.

After that, he asked a pawnshop to mortgage his coat and exchanged some change for a noodle shop.

Eating the ancient but particularly delicious beef noodles, he casually chatted with the boss: "Who is the most beautiful person here?" ”

"Little brother, you must have just come to Shanghai Beach, right?" The owner of the noodle shop smiled and said, "You can ask the right person, in terms of understanding of this beach, there are really few people more than me." I understand that you young people from the mainland, if you want to get ahead, brother, I suggest you go to Mr. Feng Jingyao, even if you can't rely on it, you have to try, in case you are appreciated by Mr. Feng, you will soar! ”

This name made Shang Yu feel a little familiar.

So, he asked, "Is the Mr. Feng you are talking about a gang boss?" There are a lot of knife-wielding guys. ”

"No, Mr. Feng is a businessman, a very successful businessman!" The owner of the noodle restaurant said with a smile: "However, you are right, Mr. Feng does have many younger brothers under his hands, they are all real men who dare to fight, and no one dares to provoke them in Shanghai." So, if you want to make a name for yourself, it's best to go to Mr. Feng. ”

Shang Yu smiled when he heard this, and continued to eat noodles.

Then, he asked about Xu Wenqiang and Ding Li, and the noodle shop owner was at a loss, not knowing who it was.

However, when he heard that Feng Jingyao's daughter was called Feng Chengcheng, he was still sure that this was the world of "Shanghai Tang".

The time was before Ding Li and Xu Wenqiang had not yet made their mark.

"Entertainment was developed thousands of years ago, and those classic TV, movies, and novels are basically from the twentieth and twenty-first centuries, which are much more interesting than those 'computer-generated works' that have been released in the last few hundred years!" Shang Yu nodded, thinking in his heart: "It's just that the world woven by these fantasies has become the real world?" ”

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shake his head.

Since existence is the truth, he is just a mortal, and he is not a god, why do you want to ask such a profound question?

After Meimei's hearty meal, he left the noodle shop, pulled a suitcase full of pistols, and walked to one of the gang stations he had heard about.

It was a small gang that could only barely survive in this Shanghai beach, with its own industry, but it didn't dare to provoke people casually - this is the right customer for Shang Yu to trade, because that kind of weak gang will not easily give birth to the idea of eating black, and it is safe to do business with it.

Moreover, even if you encounter black and black, there is a self-aiming pistol at will, which is enough to protect yourself.

Only, does he really know about Shanghai Tang?

"You sell pistols? Take it out and show me. The gang boss looked at Shang Yu condescendingly and said.

Shang Yu didn't care about this, handed over his pistol and delivered it to the man.

Although the self-aiming pistol is a product of the 30th century, the style and use method are no different from the ordinary pistols of a thousand years ago, but the function is more advanced, which is a habit left by the ancestors. Therefore, after getting the pistol, the gang boss immediately "banged" three shots and shot down three sparrows flying in the sky.

"It works." The man said.

Shang Yu smiled and said, "Ten oceans for one handful, no two prices!" ”

The next moment, the man pointed a gun at Shang Yu and said, "This is the first time you kid has come to Shanghai Beach, right?" A word of advice to you, children don't play with these dangerous things, they will kill people! ”

"What do you mean?" Shang Yu frowned.

Immediately, a thug shouted, "What the boss means, leave the gun and you can get out!" ”

"So, you're not going to give money?" Shang Yu said coldly.

"You're on the same face with me?" The gang boss aimed directly at Shang Yu's head and pulled the trigger.

This is the gang members in Shanghai, a group of pure outlaws, their brains are full of muscles, they don't weigh the pros and cons at all, they only know that he is now alone, so they start robbing and killing people. As for whether they will get into trouble in the future, or how to drop, they don't have that IQ to consider.

In fact, if they had foresight, they would not be gangsters, but shopping mall bosses like Feng Jingyao!

"You've taught me a very vivid lesson!" Shang Yu said with a gloomy face.

Fortunately, he was careful enough, and before he came to sell, he manipulated all the pistols and engraved the absolute command of "can't shoot Shang Yu".

Otherwise, now, he has been shot in the head and has become a dead body.

"Grass, it's turned off, the quality of this gun is not good!" Gang Big Brother said.

Immediately, the interested little brothers swung their knives and slashed at Shang Yu.

"It's not that there is a problem with the quality, but you don't understand what high-tech is!" Shang Yu said, took out the self-aiming pistol issued by the Federal University from his pocket, and fired more than a dozen shots in succession.

Then, he dragged his suitcase and walked out slowly.

Shanghai Tang has since lost a gang.

But this is the first, but not the last, Shang Yu went to another gang in order to complete his daily tasks.

As a result, this gang was even more desperate, and after seeing the box of pistols, he didn't even try it, so he directly beckoned the younger brother to cut Shang Yu. Shang Yu, who was quick-eyed, hurriedly took out his gun and contributed to the social harmony of Greater Shanghai. Then the third and fourth, all seven gangs were wiped out in one go, and none of them sold their pistols.

He is only one person, and in the eyes of those gangs, he is a fat sheep!

"This place where Nima fucks is a bunch of bastards with few brains, so you can't use your brains to think about it, will the person who takes out a hundred pistols in one breath be easy to mess with?" Shang Yu was angry and funny.

He never dreamed that just selling a pistol would inexplicably achieve the achievement of "100 people beheaded".

The brain is not good, and there are too many people who are looking for death by themselves!

"It seems that it is not possible to find those small gangs, only the big people who really have brains will not act rashly!" Thinking of this, a name immediately came to Shang Yu's mind - Feng Jingyao.

As the first brother of the underground world of Shanghai, Mr. Feng shouldn't be so impulsive, right?

It's just that if Feng Jingyao also has a mind to eat black, it will be dangerous.

He is not one of those big knives and little hooligans mixed at the bottom, he is a real big man, every little brother has a gun, even if Shang Yu can shoot dozens of shots in an instant, the gun hits, and his life is in danger. Moreover, there is a high possibility of being killed. After all, no matter how awesome a person's "marksmanship" is, he will bleed when he is shot, and he will have to finish playing if he is hit by the vital point.

"You can't take risks, and Feng Jingyao is still a traitor, my gun can't be sold to him!" Shang Yu finally ruled out Feng Jingyao.

He's here to do business, not to work hard, there's no need to take risks.

Moreover, Feng Jingyao really is not a good choice, he doesn't want to sell guns himself, and the Japanese will eventually dominate Shanghai Beach.

"Sell pears, sell pears, fresh and delicious big sweet pears!" Suddenly, a shouting sound came into Shang Yu's ears.