Jiang Cheng touched his nose and looked at Hans with a smile. It seemed that he was afraid of getting into trouble, so he retreated a little. He said carelessly, "We, the Lung Hing Society, just want to fight for a piece of territory in the 17th and 18th districts. 1,800 guns was just a casual remark. You don't have to take it to heart. Now, I'm satisfied with 100 guns."
The reason why Jiang Cheng said this was because he had no other choice. Just now, he had accidentally exposed his ambition. For a gang to want a thousand guns, other than wanting to be the boss of this area, there was no other guess. Although saying it in front of these people in front of him was not a big deal, he still vaguely felt that it was a little inappropriate.
When Tagore heard that the number of guns requested by Jiang Cheng had shrunk so quickly, he smiled slightly. This kind of habit of bragging and exaggeration could be found in many people in the underworld. He coughed lightly and asked with a serious face, "As long as you can provide the right raw materials, it is not a problem to make the guns and sell them to you first. But what raw materials can you provide?"
Finally getting to the main topic, Jiang Cheng was shocked. He had already thought about this question on the way here. He immediately replied, "I can provide you with the most important parts for making a gun, such as the barrel, gunpowder, bullet casings, and so on. What I need you to do is to combine the gunpowder and bullet casings together to make bullets. Then, you can use the barrel, trigger, and loader to make a complete gun."
If these things could be used to make guns, then the gunpowder, flour, or other things could be transported over. There were many ways. The cartridge case could be used as bullets for imitation guns. This kind of blank cartridge could be circulated in France. It was just a kind of toy. If the barrel of a real gun was placed on the toy gun, it could be safely brought into the checkpoint. Although there would be some trouble, it was not worth mentioning.
"You can provide these things?" Tagore looked at Jiang Cheng in surprise.
The things that Jiang Cheng mentioned were all important parts for making guns. Although it didn't mean that you could make a gun with these things, if you wanted to get these things, you must have a very strong official channel and connections.
Jiang Cheng smiled. "Of course I can, but can you make a gun with these parts? If the assembly or other parts aren't in place, or even if the bullets aren't filled correctly, it could cause the gun to malfunction and not be able to shoot accurately. If you were to do it, what would be the failure rate of the finished gun? "
"Of course I can. As for the failure rate … it depends on the grade of the raw materials," Tagore said immediately.
Jiang Cheng crossed his fingers and put his elbows on his knees. He leaned down in front of Tagore and said, "I have some channels in Myanmar. The source of this kind of goods will enter France from there. You should know more about the goods there. I don't need to tell you."
"Myanmar?" Tagore was surprised, but then he nodded, "If it's the superior goods from Myanmar, the failure rate should be less than 1%! Even if there is a malfunction, it will only explode under very few circumstances. "
The so-called chamber explosion was when, for some reason, the bullet did not fire out and instead exploded in the chamber. The power of the explosion could be big or small, depending on the power of the bullet. It was said that if some guns exploded, it could even blow off the finger of the person who pulled the trigger. It was very terrifying.
Hearing this answer, Jiang Cheng nodded with satisfaction. Even if the guns were assembled by the military factories in Myanmar, the failure rate was quite high. It was good enough that Tagore could achieve this level.
After thinking about it, Jiang Cheng said, "Well, then it's a deal. I'll find a way to get a batch of these things to France soon. If I'm satisfied with what you make, we can work together for a long time. Let's talk about the conditions. What do you want in return? Money or …? "
"We also want guns!" Before Tagore could speak, Hans, who was next to him, spoke first.
Glancing at Hans, Tagore stared at Jiang Cheng and said, "As Hans said, we also need guns, but we can deal with these guns on our own. Whether we sell them or keep them for our own use, you can't interfere. For every ten guns we make for you, I want three guns as compensation."
"Can I ask something? How much do you usually sell guns to others? "
"Five hundred euros. That's the modified guns we sell. If it's a high-grade product from the army or the police, it can be sold for 800 euros. But that's usually the case. Sometimes, even if you have money, you can't buy a gun, or you can't find someone who wants to buy it. These are all secret transactions in the black market," Hans said.
Jiang Cheng nodded to show that he understood. Large gangs wanted to buy guns but couldn't find a way. Some small gangs or individuals, even if they had guns, didn't dare to do business with large gangs or people they weren't familiar with. They were worried that they would be tricked or entrapped.
After thinking about it, Jiang Cheng shook his head gently. He raised two fingers and said to Tagore, "For every ten guns we make, I can only pay you two guns as compensation. You know, if you want to get these goods from Myanmar and bring them safely into France, it will take a lot of money."
Tagore and Hans were silent for a long time. Hans moved in front of Tagore, leaned against his wheelchair, and whispered to Tagore. After a long time …
Tagore suddenly looked at Jiang Cheng and said, "We agree to your conditions, but you must also agree to one of our conditions."
"What conditions? Just say it. "
"You absolutely can't sell these manufactured guns to the Red Gloves and the Martin Gang," Tagore said with a gloomy face.
Jiang Cheng looked at him in surprise. He didn't know what history Tagore had with these two gangs for him to make such a request. But Jiang Cheng immediately nodded without thinking and said, "Don't worry about that. We don't have enough guns for ourselves, and we won't sell them to others."
Tagore nodded in satisfaction and agreed to the deal.
Jiang Cheng was delighted. As long as this route was cleared, the Lung Hing Society would be able to obtain a long-term supply of guns. Although he said it would be difficult to get these things from Myanmar, it wasn't too much pressure. Myanmar also had a branch of the Lung Hing Society, and Myanmar was a country in the midst of a civil war. There were military factories and small workshops almost everywhere. It wouldn't be a problem to get some decent goods.
Once he got the goods, he might have to worry about how to get them into France. But since the borders of Myanmar were chaotic, he could first send the goods by sea to the French customs. Then, as long as he bribed some customs officers, it shouldn't be a big problem to sneak through.
"By the way, I want to buy some guns now. Do you have any in stock?" Jiang Cheng looked at Tagore and asked.
Tagore lowered his head and thought for a moment. He turned his head and said to the bodyguard next to him, "Charlton, bring the rest of our guns here."
The bald black man named Charlton answered and immediately ran into the villa and went to the second floor.
Jiang Cheng glanced at the various gun parts on the table and asked curiously, "Do you usually assemble these things? Where did you get the raw materials? "
"No, I just dismantle the assembled parts and then put them back. This is one of my joys. After all, it's too boring to stay here." Tagore grabbed the shell of a gun from the table and put it in his arms. Then, his hands quickly grabbed all kinds of parts on the table and assembled them together. In just two minutes, a complete pistol appeared in his hand.
Jiang Cheng's eyes lit up. Tagore really had some skills. He was very familiar with guns. In such a short time, he had reassembled a broken pistol.
Tagore threw the assembled pistol to Jiang Cheng and said, "Because these guns were assembled before, all the parts have been precisely calibrated, so it doesn't take much effort to assemble them. If it's just like the parts you mentioned before, even if I try my best, I estimate that I can only assemble one a day. I'm talking about ensuring its accuracy and safety."
Jiang Cheng took the pistol thrown by Tagore and gently weighed it in his hand. It weighed about six or seven kilograms. If it was used by a woman, it might feel a little heavy. However, compared with the gun in the black man's hand, the workmanship was much better. It felt good. It was a semi-automatic pistol. It could hold six bullets and could fire six times quickly.
Tagore grabbed three bullets standing on the table and threw them to Jiang Cheng. At the same time, he said, "If you like it, I can give you this gun. Try the shooting ability and accuracy of this gun. Use the three oranges over there." As he said this, he raised his hand and pointed to the flower bed next to him.
Jiang Cheng grabbed the bullets in his hand. At the same time, his eyes followed the direction of Tagore's finger. He saw a huge swimming pool in front of the back garden, and a small flower bed on each side of the front end of the swimming pool. The flower bed on the left was planted with oranges. There were three small golden oranges hanging on the branches, each only the size of a thumb. As the breeze blew, the slender orange tree swayed back and forth with the oranges on it.
Jiang Cheng smiled slightly, then his expression immediately became calm and solemn. He quickly opened the magazine with his right thumb, which was holding the gun, and the magazine popped out immediately. He took the magazine with his left hand and quietly loaded the magazine into the magazine. Then, he quickly loaded the magazine into the base of the pistol.
The whole process took only thirty seconds. It was extremely smooth, without the slightest delay.
Moreover, it was not over. The moment Jiang Cheng finished loading, he immediately raised the pistol and aimed at the oranges on the orange tree. At that moment, the orange tree was still swaying.
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