At five o'clock the next morning, just after dawn, we arrived at the abandoned factory on the west bank of the Moscow River.

The location of this factory is very remote, and the thick snow has completely buried the perimeter of the factory, and if it weren't for Yang Wen leading the way, we wouldn't have found it at all.

After entering the factory, we saw a dilapidated and depressed scene, the rings of time pressed for half a century, the once roaring giant machine has long stopped running, the whole factory is dead, only the industrial atmosphere of steel and concrete, silently telling its Soviet glory.

We entered the factory and looked around, but the seller had not yet come.

Yang Wen immediately called the seller and told him that we had arrived, hoping that he could hurry, and the other party was sorry that he had encountered something this morning so he was delayed, and hoped that we would wait a while.

"Chengzi, why do I always feel that something is wrong." Zheng Tian looked around, hugged the box where the money was put and said.

I signaled him not to panic, and then asked Yang Wen: "Are you sure this seller is reliable?" ”?

The fat bear also chimed in: "Yes, don't play black for us then." ”

Yang Wen patted his chest and said, "I have cooperated with him many times, and there has never been a problem, you can rest assured." ”

Seeing Yang Wen say this, we relaxed a little.

At this time, Wei Yin proposed: "For the sake of safety, we might as well hide the box containing the money in the machine at the gate, and if something goes wrong, they won't be able to get the money." ”

Zheng Tian felt reasonable: "Yes, I am holding this box, and once there is a change, not all of them will shoot at me." ”

Fat Bear and I agreed with the proposal.

Then Zheng Tian ran to the door and hid the box tightly.

After waiting for another twenty minutes, the seller came in his car.

There were only two people on the other side, one of them was bald and not tall, and the other was dark-skinned and looked less like a Russian than a Central Asian.

"Is that them?" I asked Yang Wen.

Yang Wen nodded, and then greeted the bald head and the Central Asian very warmly.

The two of them walked over very cautiously, and when they saw that there were five of us on our side, their expressions immediately became nervous, staring at Yang Wen and saying a string of Russian, and Yang Wen also responded with a string of Russian, and then the two parties exchanged back and forth for a minute, and the seller relaxed his vigilance, they smiled at me, and then popped out a sentence: "Москва·приветствует·вас!" ”

Yang Wen turned to us and said, "They said that you are welcome in Moscow, and then the guns and ammunition you want are in the car and can be picked up at any time, but they need to see the money first." ”

The fat bear shook his head: "No, we have to see the gun first, hand over the gun with one hand, and pay the money with the other." ”

I waved my hand firmly at the two sellers.

Seeing our resolute attitude, Yang Wen continued to communicate with them, and then the bald head made a concession and told us that each side sent one person to the car at the door to trade.

I thought to myself that there were only two sellers, and there were five people on our side, and we had an advantage in numbers, so even if something happened, there was room for maneuver, so I agreed, and I didn't let Zheng Tian go to the risk, but took the initiative to walk in front of the bald head and made a "go" gesture.

The bald head didn't move, he quickly explained a few words to the Central Asians around him, and asked him to go to the car with me to trade.

I was worried all the way, although there was Yang Wen's assurance, but after all, they were black market arms dealers, and no one knew what they were thinking about, I looked up and down at the Central Asian man next to me, who was about 175 tall and looked relatively thin, in case something happened, I thought I could still deal with it.

We walked to the gate step by step, and then the Central Asian opened the door and took out a black backpack from inside, and instead of opening it immediately, he gestured to me with "money".

I stared at his black bag for a while, then nodded, walked to the machine at the door, and took out the box that Zheng Tian had hidden earlier.

"Pay with one hand and deliver with the other!" I carried the box in one hand and reached out to the Central Asians with the other.

The Central Asian hesitated for a moment, then opened the zipper of the bag, and I looked into it, and it was indeed the weapon I ordered, so I also opened the box, which was full of rubles to the eyes of the Central Asian, and he picked up a random bundle of rubles, and after verifying the authenticity, he smiled and gave me a thumbs up.

I smiled at him in return, and the packages were swapped until the bag of weapons was in my hands.

Then the two of us went over our packages in the same place.

I pulled a GSh-18 pistol out of my bag and held it up in mid-air to look at it, the brown casing glowing metallicly in the winter sun. This is the latest Russian military standard pistol, which can be loaded with 18 rounds at a time, and I mentioned it to Brother Qi before, saying that this thing is powerful and easy to carry, and now it seems to be really good.

I immediately loaded a few bullets and fired a shot at the abandoned machine at the gate, which was immediately opened.

"It's powerful, and the recoil is good." I muttered to myself.

After both sides confirmed that it was correct, the Central Asians whistled at the bald heads in the factory, and I also made an OK gesture to Zheng Tian and them.

"Happy working together!" I smiled and was about to shake hands with the Central Asian, and he smiled, but just as he was about to stretch out his hand, a gunshot suddenly rang out, and the Central Asian fell to the ground.

I was taken aback, and before I could react, a second gunshot rang out, and I immediately crouched down with my head in my hands, leaving a bullet hole in the door of the car!

At this time, I noticed that four black "Volga" cars were speeding towards the factory, and the people in the cars were shooting at us through the windows!

I don't think it's good, where did these turtle grandsons come from!

I immediately raised the GSh-18 pistol in my hand and fired two shots in the direction of the car, then quickly opened the door, lifted the two bags into the car, and turned the key with my frozen hands! But this old Maozi's car didn't know if it was frozen or how it dripped, but it couldn't start, and I was suddenly anxious!

Seeing the two cars behind him getting closer and closer, the gunfire became more and more intense! The rear window of the car was shattered in one piece, and the glass ballast flew all over me.

I immediately lowered my head to dodge the bullet, and a bullet went through the seat and hit the ignition lock, knocking the car key stuck in half! I suddenly felt like a dead heart, and the car was completely scrapped!

But to my surprise, the car started on its own in the next second......

The cars of the fighting nation really don't play according to common sense......

(End of chapter)