After being silent for a long time, each of us was not in a good mood. Now the four of us are like grasshoppers tied to a rope. If the rope breaks, we will definitely die together.
But I remember there is an idiom that calls for soldiers to make dangerous moves. I don’t know their detailed plan, and I don’t know what they want explosives for, but if Feng Jingchen had a very trustworthy arms dealer, he wouldn’t ask Yun Shengrui to go there.
Found it.
"Believe in that arms dealer. If you believe there is a 50% chance, if you don't believe it, then there is 100% no chance. And you can't find a trustworthy arms dealer in the Netherlands, right?"
After I finished speaking, they looked at each other, and I felt recognition flickering in their eyes. But if the arms dealer finally betrayed us because of my words, I would be like Bao Si, the beloved concubine of King Zhou You who plays the beacon fire drama of the princes.
Haha. I just pray that everything goes well.
"Sheng Rui, in the afternoon you can go find the munitions man and negotiate for explosives."
"Yes." Yun Shengrui nodded slightly, and the meeting continued.
"According to the directions on the road map, Death's underground ice factory is located in the Alfa Building in Amsterdam. The building looks like an ordinary trading company, but it is actually an office space for transporting and selling ice, and the underground floors of the building are used for manufacturing ice.
It’s a place of ice.”
"How's the guard?"
"The guards on the ground are OK, but the underground guards are very tight. It is said that no one except those inside the ice factory has been to the underground floors."
After Bai Yiqing finished speaking seriously, a confident smile appeared on Feng Jingchen's lips: "Okay, the three of us will take turns monitoring the entrance of the building for the past three days, and then record the number of times other people enter except the building staff and
Purpose."
"Well, I'll go first." After Bai Yiqing said that, he put away the map.
"Yi Qing, be careful, the God of Death is very likely to come in and out of the building." Feng Jingchen warned Bai Yiqing carefully.
"I understand." After Bai Yiqing said that, he and Yun Shengrui left the room where Feng Jingchen and I were staying.
Feng Jingchen breathed a sigh of relief and lay down on the bed. I also fell into his arms. I was throwing myself into his arms. The main reason was that I wanted to ask him for information, and I was quite willing.
It's despicable, using a honey trap. But he couldn't help but seduced me and hugged me tightly with one hand.
Don't let him take advantage of it in vain: "Dynamite, what is an ice factory?" My voice was very soft, so soft that I wanted to vomit.
"Hey, are you using a honey trap?" Damn it, he saw it right away.
I half sat up angrily and said, "Say it quickly!" I didn't have to pretend anymore since he saw through it.
He smiled slightly, then put one hand on the bed and half sat up: "But this honey trap works well. I will tell you everything you want to know, but you are not allowed to use it on others."
After that, he gently pinched my chin. Seeing that he was as virtuous as a romantic emperor, I was basically speechless.
His expression became serious and he sat upright next to him, but I was still half-kneeling on the bed waiting for him to answer my question: "Do you know what the God of Death did for a living?"
The God of Death? He just joined a gang, then became a gangster, and then became a gangster. I think he is basically the same as Feng Jingchen, right? "Same as you, right?" I answered Feng Jingchen curiously.
Feng Jingchen shook his head with a smile and then stood up...