The time of anticipation was long, but the result was lucky.
Ai Liang was mentally prepared to wait for three or four days, but who knew he would sneak back into the warehouse the next night and find a surprise when he turned on his phone.
Pan Junyuan successfully arrived at the safe house, and the target address for his next move was already clear. He had his pistol and bank card ready and was just waiting for him to go and get them.
Even the email for picking up the pistol was sent yesterday before I got home.
"Although Nevada City does not ban guns, the efficiency is too high. Is it fair to buy and sell illegal guns?"
Looking at the pickup address and pickup number in the email, Ai Liang couldn't help but have the illusion that he was picking up a courier.
"Forget it, go get the gun first, and then go to the safe house to meet Pan Junyuan."
Ai Liang put away her phone and jumped off the roof.
Looking at the second-hand bicycle I bought from passers-by in front of me, I couldn't help but sigh: "I knew I should have asked them to prepare a transportation tool for me yesterday."
Complaints are complaints. With Ai Liang's physical condition, if the bicycle is really pedaled, it will not be much slower than ordinary electric bicycles.
As long as the chain can hold it up.
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Ai Liang parked his bicycle on the side of the road, locked it, and entered Fish Street again.
Just like yesterday, the gatekeeper should still be vigilant. He will not become a mature person just because he came here once yesterday.
There are many alleys inside Fish Street, but they are not marked in detail on the map.
Ai Liang only remembered Fish Street on the electronic map, which was a rectangular gray block without any industry introduction or lane distribution.
It makes people worry.
"You know which alley Erjie Alley is, can't you give me a detailed address?"
The email header contains only one address and one number. This is the entire content of the email.
Ai Liang opened his phone and looked at the content of the notification email, and then looked at the email about getting the gun.
The former is a detailed and rigorous style, while the latter is a minimalist style that costs money to type.
Ai Liang seriously suspected that Mr. M copied and pasted the email sent to him by others and forwarded it to himself.
"Let's find someone to ask... huh?"
Ai Liang was looking down at his phone when he suddenly felt a strange sight.
Different from the vigilance of others, this gaze had a hint of malice.
Ai Liang suddenly turned his head to look at the source of his gaze. A guy with ear-length hair was startled.
But soon, the long-haired man quickly lowered his head and fiddled with his phone as if nothing was wrong. Judging from the frequency with which he poked the screen with his fingers, it was obvious that he was typing.
Ai Liang frowned and began to search the memory bank for the appearance of the long-haired man.
"I don't know him, and I haven't met him in person, but this malicious intent cannot be faked."
Ai Liang put away her phone and walked towards the long-haired man.
Ai Liang was not going to ignore this malicious intention, and besides, he just needed someone who was familiar with Yu Street to tell him where the second alley was.
Facing Ai Liang who was gradually approaching, the long-haired man slowly moved his back away from the wall and stood upright, while at the same time shouting towards the corridor behind him.
When Ai Liang walked up to the long-haired man, he glanced at Ai Liang and said, "Is something wrong?"
"Why are you staring at me?" Ai Liang asked.
"Crazy! Who is looking at you!"
At this time, the long-haired man's companion came out of the corridor.
He is a Shamate dressed similarly, but his hair is shorter.
With his companion by his side, the long-haired man felt confident and his voice became much louder: "Are you trying to stir up trouble?"
Ai Liang, who sensed the long-haired man's emotions, narrowed his eyes: "Skinny person?"
The long-haired man was stunned for a moment, but his mouth was still dirty: "Good dog, don't block the way, get out of your father's way..."
Snapped!
Ai Liang slapped him to the ground without any nonsense.
Upon seeing this, the long-haired man's companion raised his fist and rushed forward.
"I fuck you..."
Snapped!
Ai Liang slapped him down with his backhand.
Seeing the blood-streaked saliva on his knuckles, Ai Liang took out a tissue and wiped it with disgust, then picked up the phone that fell on the ground.
In the chat history, the long-haired man reported his location and attached a picture of his back.
The long-haired man who fell to the ground stumbled and tried to get up to grab his phone, but before he could stand upright, he stumbled and fell to the ground again.
"Where is the Second Street Alley?"
Ai Liang knelt down and looked at the guy who still had the ability to think.
The long-haired man's companion originally planned to pretend, but when Ai Liang raised his hand again, he couldn't hold it any longer.
“It’s in the alley next to Sumitomo Casino!”
Ai Liang's slap made him understand what the gap in strength was.
The burning cheeks and the fanned out premolars constantly remind his master that you can't beat him.
Ai Liang patted his shoulder politely, stood up and continued walking deeper into the street.
Since he visited once yesterday, Ai Liang remembered the name of each store in his mind.
"It's right next to Sumitomo Chess and Cards."
Ai Liang walked into the alley.
Compared to other alleys where the floors are covered with tinfoil, toilet paper and small umbrellas, Erjie Alley is extremely clean, as if someone cleans it every day.
Ai Liang walked all the way to the end, and at the end of the alley there was a window that looked like a bank counter. Next to the window was a thick dark green vault door, which looked like a place where important items were kept.
Ai Liang thought for a moment and felt that this should be it.
He stepped forward, knocked on the iron railing and said his pickup code: "10250."
The big brother inside was smoking with one hand and watching videos with the other, and ignored Ai Liang.
Ai Liang knocked on the iron railing again: "I'm here to pick up the goods."
The eldest brother looked up at Ai Liang and said angrily: "This is a place to exchange chips, not a courier station, understand?"
Not here?
Ai Liang was a little embarrassed.
"Someone sent me something and said it was delivered to Erjie Alley."
Although the eldest brother was a little impatient, he still answered Ai Liang and pointed to the side door next to him: "You ask the gatekeeper, they sometimes collect things for people."
"Thanks."
Ai Liang turned around and entered Sumitomo Casino, looked around and then walked towards the guy sitting at the front door chatting.
"I'll pick it up."
The two people chatting looked at Ai Liang for a while and said: "Number."
"10250."
The other party didn't talk nonsense. He led Ai Liang to the counter, reached inside and dug inside, then pulled out a gun holster and threw it on the counter.
"Here."
After taking the things, the man returned to the door and continued chatting with others, without even bothering to look at Ai Liang.
"..."
Looking at the holster on the table and the pistol and magazine hanging on it, and hearing the roar of people at the card table behind him, Ai Liang felt an inexplicable sense of absurdity.
On the way here, Ai Liang thought about how he would answer if the other party asked questions about your purpose, identity, and who asked you to come here.
I also considered using mental suggestions to reduce the other party's vigilance.
In the end, the other party just threw the gun on the counter like a courier, not caring at all.
When picking up express delivery, sometimes you have to ask for the last number of your mobile phone!
Ai Liang tied the holster on his waist and left the chess and card hall through the side door with mixed emotions.