A burly, strong, and bald black man walked out from the crowd. He held a machete in his hand and a gun was stuck in his right hip. He came to the entrance of the alley and shouted, "You people inside, come out and let our people go!"
As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on the alley and he kept walking back and forth outside the entrance. His movements were not fast, but his demeanor and behavior revealed an arrogant aura.
Jiang Cheng pointed the gun at the black man next to him and pointed his chin outside. "This man is your boss?"
Before the black man could speak, Johansson suddenly said, "Cheng Ge, I remember now. This man was the one who came to my Jeet Kune Do Dojo and sold me guns."
The black man hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "No, but you can say that he is. His name is Hans, and he is the person who is currently managing the Black Luck."
"Is that so?" Jiang Cheng nodded noncommittally. He thought for a moment, threw the gun to Jing Long behind him, and said lightly, "You guys stay here, I'll go out and talk to them." As he spoke, he walked out of the alley.
"Cheng Ge, no, it's too dangerous for you to go alone!" Johansson hurriedly tried to stop him, but he was pulled back by Jing Long.
Johansson looked at Jing Long in surprise, not understanding why he had stopped him.
Jing Long shook his head at Johansson and said with a chuckle, "Forget it, you will know Cheng Ge's personality in the future. As long as he says it, he will definitely do it, and he will never go back on his word. Let's not waste our efforts to persuade him."
Johansson looked at the people around him in surprise. The brothers of the Lung Hing Society looked at him with a smile and nodded at him. One of them shouted, "That's right, Brother Jing Long is right. Cheng Ge is such a person. We have long been used to it."
While these people were talking, Jiang Cheng walked out of the alley at a moderate pace. He glanced at the many black men around him and finally fixed his eyes on the burly black man named Hans. This man was tall and muscular, not like the dead muscles of ordinary people. He looked very energetic and explosive. At first glance, one could tell that he was a man who could fight.
"My friend has seen you." Jiang Cheng raised his hand and pointed at Hans with a smile. "I heard that you are selling guns to others. We, the Lung Hing Society, want to buy some."
"The Lung Hing Society?" Hans frowned and stopped in his tracks. He looked at Jiang Cheng in surprise, then shook his head and said, "We have no more guns to sell now. If you want to buy, go to the Arabs. Those guys have plenty of guns. They can even get the things that the US Army used to blow up grenades."
Jiang Cheng did not look disappointed. He smiled and shook his head, then asked softly, "Why can't we sell them now?"
Hans frowned and said coldly, "You don't have to worry about that. Hurry up and let our people go, or else …" He snapped his fingers.
As Hans snapped his fingers, the black men behind him all pulled out their guns. They raised their hands and pointed at Jiang Cheng. In an instant, more than ten black gun holes surrounded Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng smiled and said, "Everyone, put down your guns. Don't be so agitated. I'm here to talk business, not to start a feud. If you can't sell me your guns, it's because you don't have enough materials. Maybe we can talk about it."
When Hans heard this, a trace of surprise appeared on his face. He asked, "What do you want to talk about?"
Although the Black Service Gang was not a big gang, their boss had spent some time in a military factory in the Middle East. So, not only did he know how to make all kinds of guns, he even knew a thing or two about hand grenades and land mines. So, in the 17th and 18th arrondissements, he had a bit of a reputation. Normal small gangs did not dare to go against him. Moreover, by selling guns to other gangs, he once made a small fortune. Even gangs from other districts in Paris had come to buy guns.
But not long ago, they found that the materials used to make guns had been cut off. Naturally, they could not make guns anymore. After investigation, it was discovered that the Martin Gang and the Red Gloves had worked together to stop anyone from selling materials to the Black Dress Society.
This was understandable. The Black Bat Society had always been at odds with the Martin Gang. If they continued to make guns, the stronger they became, the greater the threat they posed to the Martin Gang. The reason why the Red Gloves took action was because they were the gang with the most firearms among the nearby gangs, other than the Arab gangs. If the Black Dress Society was allowed to sell guns at will, it would break the balance of power between the gangs.
With such a background, when Hansen heard that Jiang Cheng wanted to talk to him about the raw materials, he immediately had an idea. If Jiang Cheng could sell the raw materials to them, Hei Fu would be able to return to the days when they were living a luxurious life.
"Of course, I can provide you with materials to make guns, including bullets, grenades, and the like. But before that, I want to meet the boss of the Black Dress Society, the man who is good at making military weapons."
"You want to meet the boss?" Hans frowned.
"That's right. I just want to know what he can make. If the quality isn't reliable, I won't be able to use it. Also, about the raw materials, if it's just a semi-finished gun that needs to be assembled, I can't provide the raw materials," Jiang Cheng replied with a smile.
Hans frowned and looked at the ground. After thinking for a long time, he waved at the people beside him.
A teenager walked out from the crowd, holding a phone in his hand. He rushed forward and handed the phone to Hans.
Hans took the phone from the teenager and dialed a number. He walked to the side of a remote garden and talked to the person on the phone. From time to time, there would be intense arguments. It seemed that the two of them had some disagreement. After seven or eight minutes, Hans returned and handed the phone to the teenager. He raised his head and looked at Jiang Cheng.
"I can bring you to meet our boss, but only you."
"No problem, let's go now." Jiang Cheng was quite straightforward and nodded in agreement.
Hans looked at Jiang Cheng with some surprise, but then nodded. He raised his hand and waved at the crowd behind him. Two of the black men walked to Jiang Cheng's side and stood on his left and right.
The black man on the right of Jiang Cheng looked at Jiang Cheng indifferently and took out a black cloth cover from his pocket. He said, "We are going to cover your head now. You can't open it halfway, or we will kill you."
"Sure." Jiang Cheng nodded in understanding. "But before that, I have to say goodbye to my friends. Wait for me for two minutes." With that said, he walked into the alley.
Inside, Jiang Cheng explained the situation to everyone and said with a faint smile, "So I have to go with them. You guys can go back to Longxing Jeet Kune Do first."
"Cheng Ge, isn't it too dangerous for you to go with them alone?!" Johansson looked at Jiang Cheng worriedly.
Jing Long also frowned. He thought for a while and said, "Cheng Ge, I won't stop you from other things, but I suggest you reconsider this matter. If you go to their lair and the negotiation fails, you will be in danger."
Lin Yu also nodded lightly in agreement.
Jiang Cheng smiled and said, "Of course I know that, but for the future development of the Lung Hing Society in France, this risk must be taken. The guns they have are cheap, and they can make them themselves. Once the conditions are settled, the Lung Hing Society will be able to get a large number of guns and ammunition. Then, we can fight with those big gangs for territory. Without these guns and weapons, how can the Lung Hing Society develop in the future?"
"This …" Jing Long was suddenly speechless. What Jiang Cheng said did make sense, but he still felt that it was inappropriate to use his life to fight for an opportunity.
"Well, after you guys return to the Lung Hing Society, don't mention this to Brother Zhuge. Just say that I finished my trip." Jiang Cheng finally instructed.
After doing this, Jiang Cheng walked back to the entrance of the alley. These black customers had just communicated, and they all looked very happy. They looked at Jiang Cheng with even more enthusiasm, which made Jiang Cheng happy. These guys were really worried about raw materials.
"Let's go." Jiang Cheng said to the two black men.
The two black men nodded, and one of them put a black cloth over Jiang Cheng's head. Then, the two of them supported Jiang Cheng's arms and left the square.
With the help of the two black men, Jiang Cheng walked for about five minutes and arrived at a car. Along the way, he listened to the sounds and knew that he had walked to a relatively remote place, and the car was waiting for him there.
After getting into the car, Jiang Cheng heard Hans's voice. He was sitting in the same car as him, so he smiled and asked her, "I want to know, Hans, what's the probability of your guns malfunctioning in the process of being used?"
"Very low. Although it's modifying guns, my brother's skills are very good. You can rest assured. If you can really provide us with raw materials, we will definitely buy a batch of guns for you, at the lowest price." Hans guaranteed, "The guns we use should be counted as 3%! (MISSING) failure rate. "
After thinking for a while, Hans added, "This is only for normal guns. If one or two guns are carefully modified, the failure rate can be further reduced."
“3%!？ (MISSING) "Jiang Cheng frowned slightly, carefully calculating in his mind.
3%! (MISSING) failure rate was considered good for such a small workshop, but it was still far from what Jiang Cheng expected. Sometimes, the sudden failure of a gun could mean the difference between life and death.
After thinking for a long time, Jiang Cheng decided to meet the gun manufacturer and learn more about him before deciding whether or not to cooperate with Heifu. But for a gang like the Lung Hing Society, the failure rate of guns was 3%! (MISSING) did not seem to be a big deal, because they all worked in groups, and quantity was more important than quality.
After driving for half an hour, the car suddenly stopped, and the black cloth over Jiang Cheng's head was allowed to be taken off. They had reached their destination.
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