Jiang Cheng raised his gun and shot at the three thumb-sized oranges on the orange tree. Three shots were fired in a row!
After that, Jiang Cheng smiled and put down the gun. He touched the slightly hot muzzle and said with a smile, "I haven't played with guns for a long time. I don't know if I've regressed."
Tagore looked at Jiang Cheng in surprise, then looked at the oranges that were still hanging intact on the treetop. He winked at another bodyguard next to him and whispered, "Pick the oranges."
The bodyguard immediately obeyed and ran. Soon, he came back with the oranges in surprise. He grabbed the three oranges in his hand and put them on the table in front of Tagore. He whispered, "Boss, look, these oranges …"
Tagore looked down at the oranges and his pupils suddenly shrank. He saw that there was a hole in the center of each of the three thumb-sized oranges. The edge of the hole was slightly black, which was a trace of the high temperature produced when the bullet was fired. Jiang Cheng had fired three shots in a row and quickly hit the center of the three thumb-sized oranges. This kind of marksmanship could be called a sharpshooter!
When Hans saw the three oranges, he was also shocked. He was even more afraid of Jiang Cheng. Not only was this person strong, but his marksmanship was also so accurate.
Tagore grabbed one of the oranges in his hand and looked at it deeply. Then he turned his head and smiled at Jiang Cheng. "Amazing! Your marksmanship, shooting movements, and accuracy are all superb. "
Tagore's words did not mean to praise him at all. They were completely from the bottom of his heart. He was really surprised by Jiang Cheng's marksmanship. He secretly speculated about Jiang Cheng's previous profession and background.
Jiang Cheng shook his head and said with a modest smile, "You flatter me. This gun is indeed a good gun. It's very easy to use. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to achieve such results. However, I can't accept this gun for free. But I'm really interested in this gun. How much is it? Name a price, and I'll ask someone to send it over together with the cost of the other guns."
Jiang Cheng knew that in this pugilistic world, don't take other people's polite words as heartfelt words. If you gave people the impression that you were insatiable, you would not be able to achieve great things!
Tagore smiled and was about to speak, but the bodyguard, Charlton, had already rushed down from the second floor of the villa. His heavy footsteps caused the stairs to clatter. It seemed that he was carrying something very heavy. This attracted everyone's attention. Jiang Cheng and the others looked over.
Charlton appeared at the stairway leading down from the second floor. He was carrying a grass green equipment belt on his back. There were a dozen guns on the belt, and the most eye-catching thing was that he was carrying a black MAT49 9mm submachine gun on his back!
Jiang Cheng's attention was all on the submachine gun. This kind of gun had a scope in front and could even be used as a mid-range sniper rifle. It had a wide range of uses. He did not expect Tagore to have such a thing. Zhao Ke was an absolute treasure, but he probably did not dare to use it. The control over this kind of gun was many times stricter than that of ordinary pistols. With the strength of his gang, if something happened, the police would definitely not be able to handle it.
Charlton took a few quick steps to the front of everyone. He placed the equipment belt on the table in front of Tagore and stood silently to the side.
Jiang Cheng looked at the equipment belt on the table and carefully counted it. There were a total of 16 guns. Fifteen pistols of different power models were all automatic and semi-automatic pistols. The other one was a submachine gun that was about 50 centimeters long and 20 centimeters tall.
Tagore looked at the amazement in Jiang Cheng's eyes. The corner of his mouth curled into a smile, and he introduced softly, "These are the best of the pistols I assembled. The failure rate of each gun is the same as that of military supplies. I have strictly inspected and carefully maintained the guns. Other than that, I have sold all the other guns."
"Are you going to sell these guns to me?" Jiang Cheng asked.
Tagore nodded and said, "If you want to buy it, I can sell it to you at the price of 800 euros per gun. Except for the gun in your hand, you can choose any three guns here. I won't sell the others."
"What about this submachine gun?" Jiang Cheng asked excitedly as he touched the submachine gun with one hand.
"This gun is also not for sale. It is something that I have treasured for a long time. I will not sell it!" Tagore waved his hand and refused. His tone was very firm, as if there was no room for negotiation.
Jiang Cheng smiled. He knew this would be the result. Since that was the case, he did not stand on ceremony and began to choose from the other 15 pistols. In the end, he chose three relatively small and light pistols. They were the kind that were specially used by agents and could be easily hidden. The heaviest one was no more than 1.5 kilograms, and the smallest one, according to his estimation, was no more than half a kilogram.
Jiang Cheng was going to give these guns to a few of his men for self-defense. With the current strength of the Lung Hing Society, it was better to keep a low profile. If he could not carry a large number of illegal guns, he did not have any acquaintances in the French police force who could protect him.
"I have decided. These three guns, plus the one in my hand. Later, you can ask Hans to follow me to get them. I will give him cash," Jiang Cheng said with a smile as he placed the selected pistols on the table in front of him.
"Sure," Tagore said faintly as he glanced at the guns.
After completing the transaction, Jiang Cheng and Tagore talked about some other things. Most of it was about future cooperation in firearms. On the other hand, it was about the distribution of territory between the 17th and 18th arrondissements. During the conversation, Tagore revealed a deep hatred for the two gangs, especially for Martin Luther. He did not know what kind of grudge there was between the two.
Jiang Cheng did not ask in detail because it was someone else's privacy. When Tagore wanted to tell him, he would naturally do so. If he did not take the initiative to say it, Jiang Cheng would try to avoid asking. Some people just could not control their curiosity and provoked other people's taboos!
After chatting for a while, Jiang Cheng was surprised to find that Tagore's temperament was quite similar to his. They were both straightforward people. Although Tagore had been hiding in this place, his speech and behavior were very cheerful and bold. Although they could not become brothers, it did not seem bad to be friends.
After having dinner at Tagore's villa, Jiang Cheng left the villa under the escort of Hans. Of course, when he left, he still put on a black hood. Hans also specifically told him not to tell anyone that he had seen Tagore here and to forget all of Tagore's characteristics.
Jiang Cheng was a little puzzled when he heard this. It seemed that Tagore was hiding in this villa not only because his legs were incapacitated, but also because he had other reasons for hiding. Speaking of these reasons, based on Tagore's sincere shock towards the Red Gloves and the Martin Gang, it was most likely these two gangs that forced him to hide.
But it was strange! The Red Gloves and the Martin Gang were originally incompatible like fire and water. Why did Tagore become enemies with both gangs at the same time?
These things set off a series of questions in Jiang Cheng's mind, especially Hans's words. He made himself forget all of Tagore's characteristics. Tagore did not have many distinctive characteristics. Perhaps obesity and lack of exercise were one, but there were many people with such characteristics. The only thing that left a deep impression was that he was a person with both legs disabled.
Could it be … his disability was caused by the Red Gloves and the Martin Gang? If that was the case, Tagore's hatred towards these two gangs could be understood. Jiang Cheng guessed in his heart.
In fact, Jiang Cheng did not know that Tagore had a shocking past. If not for a small mistake, a freak accident, the current Martin Gang might have changed its name to Tagore Gang or Blackbat Gang!
Hans led his men to send Jiang Cheng back to Glenns Square. Although it was already late at night, Jing Long, Lin Yu, and other brothers of the Lung Hing Society were waiting for Jiang Cheng in Glenns Square. When they saw that Jiang Cheng had returned safely, they could not help but smile.
After Jiang Cheng got out of the car, he showed them the four Jinping pistols that he kept in his pocket. Seeing that, everyone let out exclamations of surprise and a strange look appeared in their eyes.
Jiang Cheng tossed three of the pistols to Jing Long. Jiang Cheng told him to keep one for himself and bring the rest back to the Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall. He also brought some euros with him. Jing Long picked out the most impressive one and stuffed it into his pocket. Then, he smiled and left in a taxi.
After about 10 minutes, Jing Long returned in a taxi. He was holding a black briefcase in his hand. He came to Jiang Cheng's side and handed the briefcase to Jiang Cheng. He revealed an awkward smile and said, "Cheng Ge, this is the first time I've brought euros outside. I was almost scared to death."
Jiang Cheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He thought to himself, With Jing Long's skills, who would dare to rob you?
Jiang Cheng handed all the euros he had just received to Hans. When Hans and his black buddies received the money, they immediately smiled brightly and chatted with each other in high spirits. It seemed like the Blackbat Gang was in a pinch. These people hadn't seen so much money in a long time.
Hans and his buddies thanked Jiang Cheng and the others. Then, they brought the money to collect the money from the beggars. In the end, the black men who had been beaten up by Jiang Cheng and the others left. Before they left, they left Jiang Cheng with their phone numbers, saying that they could call him if they needed help, including fighting against the Martin Gang and the Red Gloves.
From his tone, Jiang Cheng could tell that he wanted to form an alliance with the Lung Hing Society. Naturally, he didn't agree immediately. Instead, he nodded with a smile to show that he understood.
Jiang Cheng still didn't know much about the Blackbat Gang. It was impossible for him to say anything about helping each other. Disregarding everything else, the Blackbat Gang would definitely become enemies with the Red Gloves and the Martin Gang! It was impossible for the Lung Hing Society to mix with them and help them avoid disasters.
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