Lao Xing did not panic, he put down the barrel of the gun as if nothing had happened, picked up a piece of wood and began to paint it with varnish, and asked the stranger who introduced him.
Zhan Ziyu said the name of an acquaintance.
"What do you want to buy?" Lao Xing asked casually. His customers are all introduced by acquaintances, so they are relatively safe, and friends on the road respect such skilled people. They all call him "Gun God" and come to cause trouble.
Basically none.
"If you don't want to buy anything, ask me, has Zhang Zongwei been here?" Zhan Ziyu glanced around the room. Various machines were scattered everywhere. The heavy wooden workbench was filled with parts and tools. The wires were messy and covered with dust, but there was no finished firearm in sight.
, if someone breaks in rashly, they will just think it is an ordinary machine shop.
Lao Xing glanced at Zhan Ziyu and said, "I've never heard of this name."
"He's a cripple, don't you have any impression?" Zhan Ziyu said.
"Never been here." Lao Xing said with certainty.
Zhan Ziyu was annoyed, stepped forward and pulled Lao Xing off the stool, pressed his knee on his chest, pulled out the CZ75, and stuffed the barrel into Lao Xing's mouth.
"Don't challenge my patience, I've been in a bad temper lately."
Lao Xing looked at the inscription on the gun body under his nose in horror. This was a pistol made in the Czech Republic. It was made with excellent craftsmanship. It was roasted blue and black, the barrel was cold, the nose was wide open, and the familiar smell of gun oil drifted into his nose.
With a slight hook of the other party's fingers, your head will turn into a rotten watermelon.
"I said~~" Lao Xing said inarticulately.
Zhan Ziyu pulled out the gun barrel stained with saliva: "Speak!"
"He bought a gun from me, a 54 that I made myself, and eight rounds of ammunition."
"How did he get here? Is there anyone else following him?"
"I came by car, I didn't see anyone else."
"What car are you riding in?"
"Disabled tricycle, red."
"License plate number!"
"I really didn't pay attention to this. I'm a businessman, not a policeman."
"If you dare to lie to me, huh!" Zhan Ziyu viciously hit Lao Xing on the head with his gun, took out his wallet, took a bunch of banknotes and scattered them on him, "If Zhang Zongwei comes to see you again, call me."
After Zhan Ziyu left, Lao Xing got up from the ground, picked up the piece of paper on the table and looked at it. There was only a mobile phone number written on it. He threw the piece of paper into the trash can and spat.
…
It's not easy to find Zhang Zongwei in the huge crowd. When he was in prison, he was thinking about how to escape from prison all the time. He studied escape and hiding very thoroughly. After he was released from prison, he always maintained a sense of crisis and never used the money he earned.
Instead of depositing it in the bank, it is hidden everywhere and can be retrieved at any time for easy escape.
Now even if Zhan Ziyu stands in front of Zhang Zongwei, he may not be able to recognize him. Omi No. 1 has completely changed his appearance. He wears labor protection overalls and big sunglasses, has an unkempt beard, drives a three-wheeled disabled motorcycle, and squats on the No. 520 bus all day long.
terminal station.
Zhang Zongwei adopted the most primitive method to find Liu Handong. He found out through friends in the society that Liu Handong had a girlfriend who drove the No. 520 bus, but he did not know the specific name, so he got a three-wheeled motorcycle and pretended to be a disabled driver carrying passengers.
, he waited in a pit like the policeman who arrested him. His hard work paid off, and he finally got there.
There are many drivers on Route 520, but there is only one young and beautiful girl, known as Xiaoma. She drives a green Jialing 600 motorcycle home after get off work. Zhang Zongwei followed her several times with his disabled car before he found out that she lived in Huanghua Community, but this I haven’t contacted Liu Handong for several days.
Zhang Zongwei has been in prison for more than ten years. His temper and character have been tempered, and he has become tough, tolerant, and hard-working. He does not use a mobile phone or rent a house. He carries a roll of mats on his motorcycle and finds a culvert to sleep in at night. He also has to eat.
It's simple. You mess around with the ramen and steamed buns on the street stalls, don't shave or wash your face, and your body becomes sour, which actually creates a better cover.
After following Ma Ling back to Huanghua Community, he realized that his work today was in vain, so he drove a three-wheeled motorcycle to the suburbs. After a long journey, he finally arrived at the home of the "gun god" Lao Xing.
Lao Xing received him and took out a pair of crutches from the cabinet. The top was made of wood wrapped with cotton cloth, and the bottom was a painted steel pipe.
"I did it according to your request. Here is the bullet and the bullet is loaded. Here is the trigger and here is the front sight. I don't have enough time. I can only do this kind of shooting one round and loading one round."
Zhang Zongwei took the crutches, and Lao Xing handed him two 7.62mm rifle bullets. He inserted them into the chambers according to the instructions, pulled the bolt, and raised the trigger. There were two iron cans at the end of the yard, and a coal train was on the railway not far away.
Passing by, what's more, it roared.
Two crunching sounds were covered up by the roar of the train, and the iron can was punched through and fell to the ground, with smoke curling up.
"Not bad." Zhang Zongwei praised. The biggest advantage of this gun is that it has good camouflage, simple structure, better range and accuracy than a pistol, and is suitable for assassinations. The disadvantage is also obvious, that is, the rate of fire is too slow, and every shot is loaded.
, and it is particularly troublesome to pick out the bullet casing, because the Type 56 rifle bullet has no bottom rim, so you have to use a screwdriver to pick it out.
"Six thousand yuan, and the bullets will be sold separately." Lao Xing said.
Zhang Zongwei happily counted out the eight thousand yuan and handed it over.
"I don't have that many bullets." Lao Xing hesitated and said.
"Only two bullets, no more."
"You gave me too much money."
"It's okay, you can help me make some changes..."
"Okay, I'll do it now." Lao Xing took the crutch and modified it on the spot, adding an attachment to it with screws, and said while busy: "Someone came to see you yesterday."
"Who?" Zhang Zongwei became alert.
Lao Xing thought for a while, then took out the note from the trash can and handed it over: "I didn't give my name, I just said I would call this number if I found you. That person had a Czech pistol. He was very powerful. You stand like this."
Enemies should be careful."
Zhang Zongwei recognized that the number belonged to Zhan Ziyu. He was convinced that Zhan Ziyu had been deceived by Liu Handong and believed that he was a mole. It felt uncomfortable to be wronged. However, there was no way to explain this kind of thing clearly. He could only catch Liu Handong to free himself.
Prove innocence.
…
Baina told Liu Handong the news about Mayor Jin being shuanggui, and he told Xin Xiaowan, but Xin Xiaowan was not as happy as expected, and instead asked Liu Handong if he could visit Jin Muchen.
"Don't worry too much, I just want to ask him why he wanted to kill me." Xin Xiaowan said.
Liu Handong said: "He is under Shuanggui, and he is not in jail. Even his family members cannot visit him. Don't think about it so much. Leave this city as soon as possible. You are free."
Xin Xiaowan's passport was all in that LV suitcase, and the suitcase was placed in the trunk of Qiqi's Fiat. If she wanted to go abroad, she had to get the suitcase. After contacting Qiqi, she learned that the car had been collected.
The box is at her house.
Liu Handong accompanied Xin Xiaowan to visit Qiqi in the hospital. The two women talked for a while and shed tears. Then Xin Xiaowan went to Qiqi's house, retrieved her suitcase, and went straight to the airport without stopping.
In the lobby of Omi International Airport, Xin Xiaowan stood at the international departure gate dragging her luggage. Her passport had visas for many countries, and they were all valid. She only needed to buy a ticket to leave the country.
"Just send it here, take care." Liu Handong said.
"Take care of yourself too." Xin Xiaowan paused, "Aren't you going to give me a hug?"
Liu Handong stepped forward and leaned over to hug her. Passengers came and went, and time seemed to stand still. Xin Xiaowan's tears fell on Liu Handong's back one by one, making his clothes wet.
She sniffed and let go of her hand.
"Are you really not going to come with me?" Xin Xiaowan asked holding the last glimmer of hope.
"I still have something to do." Liu Handong said.
"Okay, goodbye." Xin Xiaowan turned around and pulled her suitcase away.
Liu Handong stood there for a long time, and did not leave until Xin Xiaowan stood in front of the Air China ticket counter.
…
In the evening, Zhan Ziyu was drinking and talking with friends in a bar when he suddenly received a call saying that his suitcase had moved. He had installed a tracker in the mezzanine of Xin Xiaowan's suitcase before, but he had so many things going on that he forgot about it.
"Moved? Where did he go?" Zhan Ziyu was very concerned about this movement, because Xin Xiaowan was rescued by Liu Handong, and if he found Xin Xiaowan, he could find Liu Handong.
"It's currently showing that it's at the airport. No, it's moving. It's moving fast. It's coming out of the airport."
"Keep an eye on me!" Zhan Ziyu became excited.
…
Ma Ling came home from get off work and was bored after dinner. Suddenly, her good sister Ma Qi called and asked her to go drink and sing.
"I'm in a bad mood and don't want to go," Ma Ling said.
"It's just because I'm in a bad mood that I want to relax." Ma Qi said mysteriously, "I have the latest news about my brother-in-law."
"How can you have a brother-in-law? That bastard and I have broken up." Ma Ling said angrily.
"Sister Ling, you have wronged your brother-in-law. He is being hunted. How can he have time to pay attention to you? Someone on the street is offering one million for his life."
"What? What's going on? Didn't he intentionally hurt someone and was wanted to run away? Please tell me more details." Ma Ling got up quickly.
"Tch, you believe what your dad says. Brother Dong... we'll wait until you come. Everyone is here and waiting for you."
After hanging up the phone, Ma Ling hurriedly changed his clothes and went downstairs. He didn't ride a motorcycle because he wanted to drink. It was difficult to get a taxi at this time. He happened to see a three-wheeled motorcycle parked on the side of the road soliciting passengers, so he greeted:
"Master, are you leaving?"
Zhang Zongwei was eating cold noodles from a plastic lunch box. He hurriedly put down the lunch box and started his motorcycle: "Let's go, where are we going?"
"till."
"Okay."
Zhang Zongwei sent Ma Ling to the cashier KTV, watched her go upstairs, parked the motorcycle in the alley across the road, picked up the lunch box and continued eating. He had a lot of patience. When Liu Handong and Ma Ling came out later, it would be the day of his death.
.
As soon as Ma Ling entered the private room, everyone applauded and welcomed her, saying that Sister Ling hadn't played with us for a long time.
"I'm so busy at work every day, how can I have time to mess around with you little brats?" Ma Ling sat down, picked up the beer and started drinking. He nudged Ma Qi who was sitting next to him with his elbow: "Tell me, what are you going to do?
thing."
Ma Qi asked people to turn down the music, and everyone began to talk about the recent legends on the road. They talked about it with nose and eyes. Liu Handong offended Zhan Ziyu, the most powerful black and white artist in Omi, and Zhang Zongwei, the most ruthless person in Omi.
His legs were lame, and now there is a reward of one million on his life.
"Brother Dong is causing trouble this time, but it's also related to Li Suifeng's fake winery. Did you know that the foreign wines we usually drink in bars and discos are all fake, and Brother Dong brought the fake winery to us?"
, the TV stations all exposed it.”
Ma Ling felt very uncomfortable after hearing this. Liu Handong was doing big things outside, but he didn't ask him to join him. Did he still think that she was his girlfriend?
Ma Qi said: "Sister Ling, don't be angry with Brother Dong. Just like your father, who can guarantee not to monitor your phone calls..."
Ma Ling said that I went to the restroom. After entering the restroom, I took out my mobile phone, called up the number from which Liu Handong sent the message, and called back. It rang a few times and someone answered.
"Where are you?" Ma Ling asked.
"I'm in a safe place."
"I'll go find you exactly where you are. I'll go now."
"Okay, do you know about the unfinished building in the European Garden?"