When Faveniel reappeared, the guy was already on the streets of Dresden. Favenir leisurely wanders around this famous East German city in the white night of Europe, admiring the Eastern European prostitutes soliciting customers on both sides of the road.

After a while, the guy picked two targets, went up and talked a little, and then Faveniel went to the hotel next to him, holding a girl in his arms.

"It would be better if you could get some medicine, oh, here's the money! Go baby, go get some medicine..." Faveniel was not really interested in drugs, he just wanted to buy this way to get what he really wanted—all kinds of small arms made in East Germany.

Not long after, a delivery boy came from outside the hotel room, and Fafnier gave him a tip, and then put forward his real needs, and promised to pay the bill in hard currency and give him a considerable commission, "I only need the goods, and I will ship the things myself." No hassle!"

Then Faveniel went with two full-bodied prostitutes to kill time.

"What a guy who doesn't know whether to live or die......" The two Eastern European girls were already unconscious on the bed with excitement, but the corners of Faviniel's mouth showed a hideous smile. He slowly dressed, pulled out his luger pistol, loaded it, and pushed open the door of the room and walked out.

Fafnier went down the stairs - he didn't take the elevator, he went down three floors and pressed the elevator button to go up. When the elevator doors opened, Fafnier opened fire - inside the elevator were three strong men, with hateful faces and bulging guys in their pockets. "Do you want to eat black and eat black? Look at me as a fat sheep? It's really self-defeating! It's just that this kind of supernatural power does not use supernatural powers, but instead uses conventional weapons to get the other party's feelings! It's really fun to run rampant - Dresden!"

The powder-delivering horse boy was still smoking a cigarette on the street corner, waiting for his companion to finish the good deed, and at the same time Fafnier took the elevator carrying three dead people to the floor where his room was located, pushed open the door and threw a few pounds on the bed of the prostitute who was still unconscious, "What a memory loss! I forgot to pay the overnight fee, so I had to make a trip......... and then the guy took another elevator downstairs. As he exited the hotel lobby, Fafnier glanced over and saw that the boy was still smoking, but his attention turned to the other side—two police cars were driving in the distance.

Ma Tsai threw away the cigarette butt, turned around and left the corner, his mouth still dry: "Damn the strips are coming so fast, those three bastards are too slow!"

"You're wrong, they're quick with their hands and feet. A voice sounded in his ear, and then a hand put on his shoulder, and Fafnier hooked the horse, and the two of them seemed to hook their shoulders, but the muzzle of the Ruger gun in the other hand was on the side of the horse's chest, "You are really brave......... Well, if you can still provide me with the goods, I'll spare your life - you've killed enough today, anyway.........."

The boy was covered in cold sweat, and had to obediently lead Fafnir to a warehouse.

Another round of black and black....... when Fafnir pulled out the gold bars to pay for the goods, the arms dealers raised their weapons and prepared to kill Fafnier. This time, they signed the death order for themselves......

After taking out Luger and refilling the horse's skull, Fafnier walked out with a couple of large travel bags, "If it weren't for the machine gun bank is too shocking, why would I run this trip......" With these words, Fafnier threw all the munitions in the warehouse into his own space, and then disappeared directly at the door of the warehouse.

Schutkehaujan had just woken up - he had just collapsed his view of the world since he was born eight hours earlier, and it had been a lot of whiskey and rum to re-establish a new view of the world eight hours later............. and he was now pouring himself another glass of whiskey at the table—to reinforce his view of the new world. When he turned around, he found that the boss had appeared in the living room, and he poured out a bunch of travel bags from somewhere.

Now that his nerves had become strong and thick under the influence of alcohol, he watched as his leader opened a travel bag, revealing the classic guy inside—"Kalashnikov gave me strength!" Schutkhaojan muttered to himself, but was kicked by Fafnier, "This is a Chinese-made Type 56! Not the original!" Favnier skillfully pulled the bolt to check the gun, and at the same time threw another Type 56 to Schuttchaun, but he didn't expect this guy to know how to check it at all, so Favnier had to check all the rifles himself, and by the way, he beat Schuttkerhajen hard, "It's a waste snack, only the same waste L85!"

Finally, Faffnir counted the weapons at hand: three Chinese-made Kalashnikovs, fifteen magazines and about a thousand rounds of ammunition, one Maozi RPG7 and six high-explosive rounds, and a Walther 38 pistol that was thrown to Schuttkerhajan - along with four magazines and a box of ammunition, and the M1911A1 used by the leader of the arms dealers was carried into his pocket.

"Next...... Go to the nearest bank, go to the nearest bank, what do you say I'm doing, that's what you ask?!Give me work!" Fafnier kicked Shotekhoujan out of the house.

Four days later, a mini stopped in front of the bank, and two men got out of the car and walked into the bank......

One of the men put a rubber hood on Prime Minister Major on his head as he walked, and the other guy pulled out another mask with a bitter face, "Can you not wear this witch's mask?" ”

"Stop!

With a bitter face, Schuttchaughan put Thatcher's rubber hood on her head. As soon as Fafnier entered, he pulled out his pistol and fired a shot at the chandelier: "Gentlemen, ladies!

And Schutekhoujan ran to the counter with his hands and feet very nervously, and shouted in a terrible voice: "Put the money in the bag! Don't play tricks! Move fast! or I'll shoot!" brandishing a pistol and threatening the people at the counter - and then, very unfortunately, the gun went off......

The spasmodic fingers accidentally pulled the trigger, the bullet shattered the glass of the counter, and the people in the bank screamed and became a mess - someone took the opportunity to press the alarm bell..........

Speechless, Favenier simply kicked the counter in two, filled the bag with a large pile of pounds, and went straight out to the car - Schutekhaughan in the back had gone crazy, he dropped his pistol and rushed out with two bags of money, the guy was so nervous that the door wouldn't open - he even forgot to put down a bag of money to open the door.........