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Chapter 2322

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There were two submachine guns and two pistols under the cushions of the three modified motorcycles. These were the extra guns that Kundan had given them.

Ye Chien picked up the submachine gun that Kundan had given them. It was an Uzi 9mm submachine gun. When the stock was unfolded, it was only 460 millimeters long. When the stock was folded to the right, it was only 250 millimeters long.

It had a muzzle velocity of 350 meters per second and a firing rate of 1,250 rounds per minute. That was equivalent to 21 rounds per second. This type of submachine gun was most suitable for sitting on a motorcycle and firing directly. It was light and fast, and could fire in an instant.

It was a grade higher than the German submachine gun that J5 had ordered.

Ye Chien put the submachine gun back on the cushion and turned to J5. "I'll go and thank Kundan."

"Of course, Kundan. He made an exception for us again." J5 nodded slightly. If Ye Chien hadn't taken the initiative to mention it, he would have done the same. "Kundan is a loner, but many people are willing to work with him. He has a good character and abides by some unspoken rules. You don't have to feel burdened."

This was to tell Ye Chien that Kundan was a trustworthy arms dealer.

Qin Xiu, who couldn't get involved in the inspection of the guns, said in a low voice, "I'll go with you."

"Okay." Ye Chien handed the two magazines in his hand to J5 and quickly walked up to the second floor with Qin Xiu.

Kundan thought that she had a pair of eyes similar to his daughter's. The extra weapons were exactly what they needed, so she should say "thank you."

Kundan was a little surprised that Ye Chien came, but it was obvious that he was very happy to see Ye Chien. After he heard what Ye Chien said, he got up from his chair with the help of his crutches and limped over to Ye Chien.

This somewhat famous arms dealer only looked into Ye Chien's eyes. After a while, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Can I... touch... your eyes?"

He looked at Ye Chien expectantly. Even when he asked, he asked carefully, afraid that Ye Chien would reject him.

A slightly famous arms dealer like Kun Dan could be very forceful when it came to what he wanted. However, when it came to Ye Chien, who had a pair of eyes that resembled his daughter's, this arms dealer who was known as the "Fierce Bandit" was just a father who missed his daughter dearly.

He let go of his identity and forgot that he was just an ordinary father.

Ye Chien didn't refuse. She knew that she couldn't bear to refuse when tears welled up in his eagle-like eyes.

Because she understood Kun Dan's feelings too well.

He had lost his daughter, and she had lost her mother and father …

When she was young, she saw Sun Dongqing, who resembled her mother. Even though Sun Dongqing hated her and scolded her, she missed her mother and still approached her again and again.

Ye Chien did not know what kind of person Kun Dan was, nor did he know what he had been through. At this moment, he only knew that the person standing in front of him was just an ordinary father.

She nodded gently and said, "Okay." Kun Dan, who was standing in front of her, was so excited that his purple lips were trembling.

The fingers that covered her eyes were rough and filled with the smell of engine oil. His fingers were trembling violently, but he didn't stop for long. After a short caress, Kun Dan retracted his hand.

Ye Chien, who had her eyes closed, could still hear him sigh heavily.

"Thank you..."

When she reached the door, she heard Kun Dan's choked voice behind her. Ye Chien didn't turn around. When he opened his eyes and turned his back to her, Ye Chien knew that this arms dealer didn't want others to see his weakness.

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