Gilton took a look at the paper and smiled. He nodded and said, "OK! I'll get everything ready for you soon. " He then waved at the person next to him, who immediately ran over and waited for instructions. Gilton handed him the white paper. "Get everything ready according to this and put it together with Parcel 103. Go, I'll give you ten minutes."
The man took the paper from Gilton's hand, glanced at it, then immediately turned and left to get busy at the various shelves in the villa.
"You have … a lot of things here!" Jiang Cheng exclaimed as he looked around.
The corners of Gilton's mouth curled up slightly, and he smiled proudly. "My friend, you have a good eye. Basically, as long as it's something in circulation on the market, I have it here! Of course, if it's something particularly rare, the price will be much higher, such as a heavy sniper rifle. "
"Oh?!" Jiang Cheng was surprised and looked at Gilton in surprise. "You can even get this kind of stuff?"
What was a heavy sniper rifle? It could still kill the enemy from 1,500 meters away. In some of the achievements of the United States and the United Kingdom in the Middle East, the highest record was killing an enemy at around 3,000 meters, but that was extremely coincidental. 3,000 meters even had to take into account the arc of the earth and the wind. It could only be coincidental and not replicable, but it still didn't hinder the value of a heavy sniper rifle. If it hit the target from 1,500 meters away, even if it emitted killing intent, the enemy wouldn't feel it.
At the very least, Jiang Cheng had some experience with heavy sniper rifles. Although he couldn't hit 100% of the time from 1,500 meters away, he still had an accuracy rate of 90%. If he was given such a weapon, he would be more confident in assassinating Bordel.
"Of course," Gilton said proudly. "Many experts in the Middle East use sniper rifles to aim at the U.S. Army in the dark, and the best way to deal with a sniper is to use a sniper against a sniper. This is where the range and accuracy of the gun constitute the key to success or failure. Europe and the United States have sent many snipers to participate in the Middle East war, and many of them were killed. Their weapons were also confiscated, and they were all excellent sniper rifles!"
"Hehe, there should still be quite a few in your hands now. Do you have any here?" Jiang Cheng asked with a chuckle. A heavy sniper rifle wasn't something that everyone could use. He was sure that Gilton still had some in stock.
"This … I don't have any here for the time being. If you want, I can bring some back from the Middle East next time." A heavy sniper rifle was much heavier than an ordinary sniper rifle, and most people didn't know how to use it. It was very difficult to snipe an enemy from such a distance.
The corner of Jiang Cheng's mouth curled up as he smiled and said, "If I have the chance in the future, I'd like to buy one."
While Jiang Cheng and Gilton were talking, the man who had just gone to pack came back with a black cylindrical suitcase in his hand. It was about 60 centimeters long and 30 centimeters in diameter. It was bulging and seemed to be stuffed with a lot of things. The man carried the suitcase to Jiang Cheng and Gilton, put the suitcase on the table in front of Gilton, and said to Gilton, "Everything is ready. It's all here."
Gilton nodded slightly and looked up at Jiang Cheng. He crossed his fingers and smiled at him. "You can check it." He gestured at the black suitcase with his chin.
Jiang Cheng didn't stand on ceremony. He put both hands on the suitcase on the table. It wasn't an ordinary one either. It was a military bag with thick and tight fabric, and the zipper was specially designed to be waterproof. He unzipped the zipper, opened the bag, and looked around. After a while, he nodded and said, "Very good. Everything I want is here." After saying that, he zipped it up again and was ready to leave with the suitcase in his hand.
"Most of the things you want are auxiliary military supplies. If it were someone else, they wouldn't be able to get all of them." Gilton smiled, as if he was quite confident that his goods were complete.
"Can you give me your contact?" Jiang Cheng said to Gilton. "Maybe we'll have more opportunities to meet in France in the future."
It was good to get to know a capable arms dealer like Gilton. He might be useful in the future. When the port in the 19th arrondissement was taken, the trade between the two sides could be carried out at the port. It would also reduce the difficulty of entering the country. With his help, it would definitely be a great help to the Lung Hing Society.
Gilton was slightly surprised, but then he smiled and said, "Of course. Although my aim is to only do business in the UK, it's naturally not a problem to give you my contact." As he said that, he took out a piece of paper and a pen from the drawer in front of him. He scribbled on it in Yu County and then handed it to Jiang Cheng. "This is my business card!"
Jiang Cheng smiled and took it in his hand. After a few glances, he put it in his pocket. He didn't care much about Gilton saying that he would only do business in the UK. It was most likely related to the regional umbrella. Only by staying in the UK could this guy guarantee that he wouldn't be caught. But it didn't matter. Everything in the world could be negotiated, as long as the price was right.
"Also, this is one of the things you need." Gilton continued, took out a white wallet from the drawer and handed it to Jiang Cheng.
After taking it, Jiang Cheng looked at it carefully. After opening the wallet, he found that it contained a fake ID used in the UK.
"Very good." The corner of Jiang Cheng's mouth curled up slightly. He nodded and turned to walk out of the arms villa.
No one stopped Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng walked out of the villa smoothly. He then took out his phone and sent a message to Pelia. He could pay for the arms transaction on his side.
The Pallard Family had already made many transactions with this person. The transaction fee for firearms was to pay half of the deposit first. After confirming the receipt of the goods, the remaining amount would be transferred over. This was also a treatment that only the prestigious and superior underworld families could enjoy. Ordinary people had to pay in cash or pay all the fees before they could leave.
Jiang Cheng put his phone in his pocket and looked around. He would be free to move around in the UK. The first step was naturally to find a place to stay.
Jiang Cheng walked out of the remote alley and found an unlicensed car. After negotiating the price, he asked the driver to drive him to the city center.
The car was a small bus. Apart from Jiang Cheng, there were many people inside. The people inside were chatting and laughing. It was a little noisy and messy. This was the environment he liked. The more people there were in the car, the less likely it was for his face to be remembered.
Jiang Cheng rode in the car for about 20 minutes and arrived in the center of London. He was going to find a big hotel to stay in. At night, he would go to Bordel's residence to check out the situation. Bordel's residence was in the east of London's luxurious area. He had bought a piece of land there and built it like a ranch in the suburbs. This was in London, where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold.
London was the capital of the UK. It had a deep cultural and historical heritage. It wasn't by the sea, but it wasn't too far from the port. It was a 20-minute drive, just like Jiang Cheng. The port that Jiang Cheng had just come out of was the largest in the UK. He had only disembarked in a remote corner of the port.
After alighting from the second or third-class area of London, Jiang Cheng quickly found a big hotel to stay in. The hotel required identification, but there were no cameras installed inside. The more distinguished a hotel was, the more they paid attention to protecting their guests' privacy. Therefore, he didn't have to worry about his appearance being recorded by the cameras.
From the moment he entered the hotel, Jiang Cheng didn't step out of his room. Even his meals were carried out in his room. He ordered room service from the waiter.
After a simple meal, Jiang Cheng asked the waiter to tidy up everything. He placed the black luggage on the bed and began to take inventory of the things he needed for the night. Inside the luggage was a diving suit, a powerful suction cup, a military satchel, a light sniper rifle, a belt quick pull rope, military binoculars, two tear gas grenades, a tiger-tooth dagger, two pistols, a silencer, and some other military equipment. These were all things he would need to sneak into the oil tanker.
Jiang Cheng took out some equipment and changed into it. He put on the wrist protector and belt. The tiger-tooth dagger was inserted into the pocket pharmacy's buckle. There were two daggers in total. Both had black handles and were about 25 centimeters long. The blades were abnormally sharp. He also fastened the military satchel to his waist and installed the silencer. Normally, he didn't need this thing. The pistols were already 20 centimeters long. If he installed the silencer, it would reach 30 centimeters, which was very inconvenient to use.
The military binoculars were also thrown into the satchel. Then, Jiang Cheng moved the light sniper rifle into a small hard leather case. Right now, these things were in a semi-finished state. They hadn't been assembled yet. They would only be assembled when it was time to use them. With his skills, he could assemble them in about a minute. There was a magazine of sniper bullets, each about 7.5 centimeters long. There were a total of 10 bullets!
These bullets were more than enough. The sniper rifle was used for assassination, not for a gunfight. If it was just to assassinate a person, then what was the point of continuing to shoot if the bullets didn't accomplish anything?
After arranging everything, Jiang Cheng's hand touched the belt that he had just put on. It was different from a normal belt. The buckle on the front of the belt was bigger. It was about 7 or 8 centimeters in diameter. It was also thicker. There were two buttons on it, red and blue respectively.
The red button was to fire, and the blue button was to retract!
Jiang Cheng stood up and faced the wall beside him. He pressed the red button on the belt. With a "xiu" sound, the round button in the middle of the belt opened. An alloy arrow drilled out and shot into the wall in front of him. Behind the arrow was a thin wire that was as thick as a fishing line. The wire was stretched into a straight line, tightly pulling between Jiang Cheng and the wall.
Jiang Cheng took a few steps back, but the thin wire around his waist pulled him to a stop. Yes, this was the function of this thing. It was like a rope that could be retracted and released at will. It could be used to climb anywhere. The front arrow had an inverted hook. Once it pierced into the wall or wooden planks, it would immediately tighten. As long as the blue button wasn't pressed, it would basically not loosen.
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