"Get out of the car, the boss is inside." A member of the Blackbat Gang got out of the car and pointed his gun at Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng took a look at the white villa on the other side. He stepped out of the car and slowly walked into the villa. At the same time, he was also observing his surroundings. There was a small forest around him, and not far away, there was a residential area with bungalows on the southeast side. This place was like a corner of the village in the city. The surrounding buildings and fields had a French rustic feel to it.
"Hurry up and go, don't look around." A member of the Blackbat Gang followed closely behind Jiang Cheng. Seeing him constantly looking around, he urged him with dissatisfaction and pushed his back with a gun.
Jiang Cheng's face turned cold. He turned his head and looked at the black man behind him. He glared at him fiercely and said coldly, "I advise you not to have a 3% chance of this! Don't point the malfunctioning thing at me. Otherwise, I might get nervous and do something that won't make you happy. "
When the black man met Jiang Cheng's cold and sharp eyes, he involuntarily took a step back. But then he became a little angry at his own actions. He took a step forward and pushed Jiang Cheng's shoulder with his left hand, while his right hand that was holding the gun was about to press the muzzle against Jiang Cheng's waist. He said fiercely, "You better behave yourself, or else …"
Jiang Cheng noticed the black man's action. He raised his eyebrows and made a soft circle on the spot. Facing the black man, he raised his right hand and grabbed the wrist of the black man that was holding the gun. He pinched the black man's pulse and twisted it hard. The black man's hand opened weakly, and the gun fell to the ground.
When the gun fell to the ground, Jiang Cheng bent down and reached out to catch it. Then, he stepped lightly on the ground and turned around from the black man's right side. In an instant, he was behind the black man. He strangled the black man's neck with his left arm and pressed the gun against the black man's temple with his right hand.
"What did you say just now?!"
The black man was so scared that his legs turned to jelly. Before he could react, he saw Jiang Cheng turn around to face him. Jiang Cheng had already grabbed the gun, turned behind him, and pointed the gun at his temple from behind. The series of actions were as fast as lightning, and the black man had no time to react.
Feeling the cold muzzle of the gun on his temple, the black man mumbled, unable to say anything. He even forgot to beg for mercy.
"How does it feel to point the gun at yourself?" Jiang Cheng asked coldly, "I don't want to shoot. Maybe if I touch the trigger lightly, it will go off. Although it's only 3%! Do you dare to take a gamble? "
The black man broke out in a cold sweat, and his body trembled slightly. He was so stiff that he didn't dare to move. He was afraid that, as Jiang Cheng had said, the gun would malfunction if he moved even a little.
The members of the Blackbat Gang, who were walking in front and behind, all looked over in surprise, especially those who were in charge of guarding Jiang Cheng. The member behind Jiang Cheng immediately took out a gun from his arms and pointed it at Jiang Cheng with both hands.
When Jiang Cheng saw this, his face became even colder. He said coldly, "Put down the gun! I said, don't point this kind of thing at me that makes me nervous. Otherwise, I can't guarantee your safety. "
Hans, who was next to him, had seen the scene of Jiang Cheng snatching the gun. At this moment, he saw that the two sides were at daggers drawn. He hurriedly raised his hand and shouted, "Put down the gun, put down the gun. Don't point it at this Asian again. He's probably our business partner."
The other two or three black men looked at each other and slowly put down their guns. However, they still looked at Jiang Cheng with vigilant eyes.
Jiang Cheng looked at Hans and smiled. He released the hand that was strangling the black man in front of him. The muzzle left the black man's temple and he gently pushed forward from behind. The black man staggered a few steps forward. Then, Jiang Cheng raised his hand and threw the gun to Hans. "I'll leave this gun to you."
"Pa!" Hans raised a hand and caught the gun in the air. Then, he looked at Jiang Cheng and said, "You're very good, but if you use such extreme actions every time, I can't guarantee that there won't be any misunderstandings next time."
"As long as you don't do anything dangerous." Jiang Cheng spread his hands and smiled.
When dealing with people from other gangs, if one wanted to become a business partner or have a good relationship with them, the fastest and most effective way was to let the other party know your strength, whether it was financial strength or other aspects. Otherwise, if the other party looked down on you, it would be impossible to become friends. You might even make the other party think that you were weak and easy to bully, causing you to do something stupid.
"Come with me. My brother is inside. However, after we leave this place, I hope you can forget that you met him here." Hans put the gun in the back of his belt and waved at Jiang Cheng, indicating that he should enter the white villa with him.
"I understand." Jiang Cheng nodded in understanding. Then, he stepped forward and entered the villa with Hans.
Pushing open the door of the villa, Hans led Jiang Cheng inside. Without checking any of the other rooms, he led Jiang Cheng to the back garden of the villa. As he did so, he calmly explained, "My brother doesn't like to stay at home. He feels that it's very restrictive, so he often goes to the back garden to admire the flowers. That's also where his production factory is located."
Jiang Cheng nodded in his heart. This remote and secluded place was indeed very suitable for experimenting with guns. However, he didn't know what kind of person Hans' brother was. A triad boss could actually endure the loneliness of staying in such a place.
After walking for a while, the two of them arrived at the back garden of the villa. At this time, there were three people on the platform of the back door of the villa. Two bald black bodyguards wearing sunglasses stood on both sides of the person in the middle. The person in the middle was not standing, but sitting in a wheelchair. He was holding a gun in his hand and cleaning it. In front of his wheelchair was a table with various gun parts on it.
"Brother, I've brought that person." Hans walked forward and came to the side of the man in the wheelchair. He bowed respectfully and said softly.
When the man in the wheelchair heard Hans, he glanced at him, then turned his head to look at Jiang Cheng, who was standing not far away. While cleaning the gun in his hand, he asked Jiang Cheng, "It's you? You can provide us with the raw materials to make the pulp? "There was a hint of doubt in his voice.
Jiang Cheng fixed his eyes on the man and carefully observed him.
He was a bald black man in his fifties. He was a little fat and old, and the sparse short beard on his upper lip had turned white. He was wearing a red and blue casual shirt, which looked colorful and a little fashionable. He had a big belly, which made him look a little rich. He was wearing a pair of short casual pants with a coconut tree pattern, which gave people the feeling that he was a rich man who lived like a prince.
Then, Jiang Cheng's eyes fell on the man's wheelchair and legs. The man was sitting in a high-end electric wheelchair. His ankles were very thin, and the muscles in his legs and stomach were all atrophied. The high-end electric wheelchair was also a few years old. It seemed that for some reason, half of his body had not been working for a long time.
Jiang Cheng withdrew his gaze and nodded. "Yes, if the conditions are right, I can get some raw materials. But the premise is that you can make the raw materials into a complete gun and sell it to us." As he said that, he raised his hand and pointed at the gun in the man's hand.
In his hand was a very finely made black pistol. It was very short and looked only ten centimeters long, like a pistol used by secret agents. It was very easy to hide and put in a pocket, which was equivalent to putting something the size of a pack of cigarettes.
The man in the wheelchair winked at the black bodyguard next to him and said to Jiang Cheng, "Well, sit down. Tell me what your conditions are."
The bodyguard immediately brought a chair from not far from the back garden and placed it next to the black man. He made a gesture to invite Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng smiled slightly and did not refuse. He walked forward and sat on the chair. He adjusted the direction and sitting position of the chair to face the black man in the wheelchair.
The black man in the wheelchair picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip. Then, he put down the teacup and said to Jiang Cheng with a smile, "Are you from China? I like China's tea very much. Let me introduce myself first. My name is Tagore. "
"Yes, I am from China. My name is Jiang Cheng." Jiang Cheng also said with a smile.
Tagore smiled and nodded. "Then tell me your conditions. What kind of raw materials can you provide? If you want to get guns from me, what's the price?"
"It's very simple!" Jiang Cheng looked down at the table and thought for a while. Then, he looked up at Tagore and said, "I need a lot of money. The more, the better. So, I hope that all the guns made from the raw materials you provide will be sold to us, and …"
Pausing for a moment, Jiang Cheng looked at the gun parts on the table. "The raw materials that I can provide are not something that can be easily assembled into shape. If it's just these, it would be difficult for them to pass through France's customs. I can't mass produce them."
"Mass-Produce?" Tagore looked at Jiang Cheng in surprise, then smiled and said, "You want to mass-produce them? How many do you want? Is 380 enough? "
"I want to have at least 1,000," Jiang Cheng replied.
Hearing this, the people around them gasped. Jiang Cheng and his gang were just a small gang in France. They actually wanted to buy 1,000 guns. This number was too large. For example, the Red Gloves gang did not have more than 200 guns in their entire gang. What did Jiang Cheng want to do with so many guns?
"Don't tell me you want to attack a military base in France?" Hans could not help but ask.
"Hahaha …" Jiang Cheng chuckled, waved his hand and said, "Don't make such a joke. If we attack a military base with 1,000 poorly made guns, wouldn't that be suicide? We are not stupid enough to go against the national army. "
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