At the mention of this matter, Jiang Cheng's spirit suddenly rose. He nodded and said, "I was just about to discuss this matter with Brother Zhuge. If we want to get these guns, we still have to go through some twists and turns. I estimate that it will be fast enough if we can get the first gun in a month."
"Why? You sound like this is a bit troublesome." Zhuge Liuyun looked at Jiang Cheng in confusion.
"No, it's not a big problem. As long as we get some raw materials from Myanmar …" Jiang Cheng said slowly and told him all about Tagore's deal and conditions.
After listening to Jiang Cheng, Zhuge Liuyun was lost in thought. Then he sighed and said slowly, "This is also in France. If it were in other countries in the European Union, it would be easy to get these weapons, and the price would be very low. Well, leave this to me. I will contact the branch of the Lung Hing Society in Myanmar. I promise to transport these raw materials from Myanmar as soon as possible."
Then Jiang Cheng called Jing Long over and asked him to take out all three guns. He picked out half of the shortest and most hidden pistol and handed it to Zhuge Liuyun. He said, "Brother Zhuge, this gun is for you to protect yourself. But be careful, this gun is a specially made model. We only have 50 bullets on hand, and it will only be effective when people are within 30 meters."
Zhuge Liuyun didn't know much about guns. He couldn't shoot accurately from a long distance. On the contrary, a small gun that was easy to carry and people wouldn't be able to see it from the outside was more suitable.
Zhuge Liuyun took the gun, which was only a little bigger than a cigarette box, in his hand. After a few words of refusal, he accepted it under Jiang Cheng's insistence.
In addition to the gun in his hand, Jiang Cheng gave the other three pistols to Jing Long, Zhuge Liuyun, and Lin Yu. Although Lin Yu was very good at fighting, she was a girl after all. With a gun to protect herself, Jiang Cheng felt more at ease.
Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, a few days had passed. Although nothing special had happened, the brothers had become more familiar with the environment, and they had also made some progress in communicating with the French people.
In addition, the French girl gave Jiang Cheng a headache. Since that day, he appeared in front of Longxing Taekwondo Hall almost every day. In the beginning, Jiang Cheng gently told her about it, but later, in order to make her leave and not come to this place again, he gradually treated the girl with a cold attitude. In the end, Jiang Cheng didn't even go out of the door of Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall. He practiced boxing on the second floor of the Taekwondo Hall and asked others to tell the French girl that he had returned to China.
After hearing this news, although the French girl came for a few days, she didn't see Jiang Cheng every time. Gradually, she believed his words and didn't come again.
This situation made Jiang Cheng smile bitterly. Although he thought this French girl was very cute, he didn't want to develop a relationship with her. At most, he saw her as a sister next door. She was just a little girl with immature mentality. Unfortunately, this French girl didn't know this and kept pestering him.
(But in fact, Jiang Cheng didn't know that the French girl was secretly investigating him.)
Another early morning, Jiang Cheng stood outside the door practicing a few punches, moving his body, but when he just finished a punch, Wang Jie from the distant alley hurriedly ran over here, his left leg was injured, his pants were stained with a large piece of blood, he walked with a limp, but still ran at a very fast speed, his expression was full of excitement and panic.
The brothers of Lung Hing Society who were doing morning exercises were surprised and immediately ran forward to support Wang Jie.
"Wang Jie, what the hell happened! How did you become like this? " Jiang Cheng bent down, half squatted and half knelt beside Wang Jie. Looking at his injured left leg, he frowned and asked.
Wang Jie was injured in two places. One was his right arm. There were several small blood holes on his arm from which blood kept gushing out. And his left leg was bleeding even more. His left thigh seemed to have been shot by a gun. The bullet just passed through the center of his leg. It may have hurt the bone. His left leg was pierced by a bullet. He only relied on his right leg to endure the pain and run from Rhodes Street.
Last night, Zhao Hu, Wang Jie, and Batiste were on duty at Rhodes Street to prevent people from making trouble and to prevent customers from not paying. They didn't expect this to happen!
What the hell happened? Why did Wang Jie run back from Rhodes Street in such a miserable state? All the brothers of Lung Hing Society were very puzzled. Their hearts were also somewhat heavy.
Jiang Cheng was the most distressed among them. He anxiously looked at the panting Wang Jie. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Wang Jie! Tell me, who was it? Who hurt you like this?! "
Wang Jie was gasping for breath. It was very difficult for him to speak. He endured the pain and grabbed Jiang Cheng's hand and said, "Rhodes Street … those black people came to look for trouble. The leader is … Jia Barton. Cheng Ge, hurry! Hurry up and save your brother! "
Zhuge Liuyun just ran out of Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall and hurriedly came to Wang Jie's side. When he heard this, he immediately asked, "How many people are there?"
"One … more than a hundred. Most of them are black." Wang Jie said with difficulty, but then he coughed violently.
"Hurry up, hurry up and carry Wang Jie inside. Let the doctors see him and stop the bleeding!" Jiang Cheng roared. Then, he quickly looked at the surrounding brothers and roared again, "Let's go! Brothers who can fight, come with me. Bring all the weapons, hurry!!! "
After Jiang Cheng said that, he didn't stay in the same place. He quickly went out of the alley and rushed toward the direction of Rhodes Street. His footsteps were as fast as flying.
"Oh!!" The brothers behind Jiang Cheng were not willing to fall behind. They rushed back to Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall and grabbed all kinds of weapons. They followed behind Jiang Cheng and ran out. In a flash, 40 to 50 people in Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall ran away. The ground was a mess, and a lot of weapon sets were dropped.
There were only a few doctors and Lin Yu and Zhuge Liuyun left in the entire Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall. Lin Yu also wanted to rush over, but he was stopped by Zhuge Liuyun. The other side actually attacked Rhodes Street. Maybe this place has already been investigated. If the enemy came, who would protect the injured Wang Jie and the doctors who treated his wounds.
Zhuge Liuyun did not neglect. He immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed three numbers. He told two of the brothers on the phone to rush to Rhodes Street immediately. The other one told them to hurry to Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall. In any case, Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall can't be lost here!
Jiang Cheng ran in the front, followed by 40 to 50 brothers. They quickly rushed to Rhodes Street. Dozens of people pulled out a long line in the street. Everyone was running hard.
Other than Jiang Cheng, the people behind him all held a long rod in their hands. Every rod was 1.8 meters long. It was a fitness and self-defense equipment that Zhuge Liuyun had purchased. Normally, the brothers would use these rods to train their bodies. They were already quite familiar with using them. At this time, it was the perfect time to use them as weapons.
The group ran quickly. After running for ten minutes, they finally arrived at Rhodes Street. Jiang Cheng was the first to arrive. When he saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but cry out.
"Zhao Hu! Batiste! "While shouting, he quickly rushed over.
Outside the small bar on Rhodes Street, there were hundreds of black people. There were also a few white people among them. They were fiercely attacking the bar. On the floor closest to the inside, there were angry roars of black people and familiar roars. Those were the voices of Zhao Hu and Batiste.
Jiang Cheng saw a lot of things thrown outside the bar. Glasses, chairs, and even flower beds were smashed everywhere outside the bar. At this moment, the black people were divided into four to five groups, attacking all directions of the bar. Most of them were at the front door. The other windows were also broken. The black people were holding various weapons and trying to rush into the bar.
The windows had been broken, and two or three of the entrances had been broken by the black people. However, they couldn't go any further. It seemed that they were blocked by another barrier. On the other side of the door, Zhao Hu and the others had used various materials and furniture to block the black people from entering. The furniture only blocked half the height of the door. The two sides were fighting fiercely on the upper half of the door.
Jiang Cheng could vaguely see Zhao Hu holding a machete and waving it, forcing back every black person who tried to get close. However, the machete in his hand was too short. Some of the black people's long weapons hit his hand and tried to take the opportunity to rush forward. The furniture that was blocking the door was kicked by the black people. It was rumbling and could fall at any time. It was already in danger.
Batiste was in the same situation as Zhao Hu. He waved the baseball bat with all his might to keep the black people away. However, his right cheek had been hit by a baseball bat, and it was already swollen. It was difficult for him to even keep his eye open. His arms were also bruised, and he was barely holding on.
Jiang Cheng ran in the direction of the door. When the black people heard Jiang Cheng's roar from behind, a few of them had already turned around. When they saw Jiang Cheng behind them, many of them looked surprised. Before they could react, Jiang Cheng had already rushed in front of them!
With a leap, Jiang Cheng flew forward. In the air, he kicked a black man in the chest.
The black man was kicked backward, crushing a group of black people behind him. The black people behind him had their backs to Jiang Cheng, and a large number of them fell to the ground. The black man who had been kicked away by Jiang Cheng fell to the ground, hugging his chest. His body curled up in pain, and he couldn't even let out a scream.
After kicking this black man, Jiang Cheng didn't stop. The moment he landed, he rushed toward another black man. This black man raised a flat wooden board high and swung it down at Jiang Cheng's head. Jiang Cheng didn't dodge. He raised his leg and kicked the black man's wrist. The wooden board that he was holding immediately flew out of his hand. Jiang Cheng retracted his leg and rushed in front of the black man. He grabbed the black man's right hand with both hands, and with a turn, he went behind the black man and caught the black man's right hand behind his back.
Jiang Cheng pushed the black man's hand up, and with a muffled sound, the black man's arm was dislocated. Then Jiang Cheng swept his leg and kicked the black man to the ground. The black man fell face down, and his entire face hit the cement tiles. His nose immediately caved in, and blood flowed out.
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