After making the call, my brothers had something to eat downstairs and chatted for a while. At about eight o'clock in the evening, Leile's phone rang. After two sentences, Leile said: "Let's go! We made an appointment tonight.
9 o’clock deal!”
Wang Mumu and Chenchen each ran into the car with a piece of dried steamed chicken feet. Their mouths were full of oil stains, which was called a mitai.
"Brother... you two gentlemen, let's eat as long as we want, and don't fucking get in my car!" Leile cursed, slowly started the car, and drove towards Baiyun District and Tongdewei.
Here in Tongdewei, there are logistics, trailers, and trucks all over the place, and the people living here have all been working in Guangzhou for a long time. Most are from Hunan and Hubei. There is a mix of dragons and snakes, gangsters, drug addicts, and migrant workers.
, prostitution can be seen everywhere, it’s quite chaotic.
The car drove along the street and entered a dirty alley. The alley was damp and rat-infested. If we drove further, the car couldn't get in. We rolled up our trouser legs and got out of the car.
Leilei led us through the alley. The floors of the buildings here are very narrow. In addition, there are bras, underpants and other things hanging everywhere between the buildings, blocking the light, so the alley
It was pitch black.
After walking for about ten minutes, we came to a garage door. Leile used the light of his mobile phone to look at the house number and dialed the number.
"Open the door!! It's me!"
Not more than thirty seconds after Leile hung up the phone, a creaking sound rang out, the rolling shutter door slowly opened, and a strong, twenty-seven or eight-year-old young man in slovenly clothes appeared at the door.
"Master Leile!" The young man greeted Leilei with a smile.
"Thank you!" Leilei smiled and patted his shoulder, said politely, and led us into the garage.
When we got inside, we discovered that the garage with a very small curtain outside was a completely different place inside. Once we entered, we found an empty garage where an old Toyota Corolla sedan was parked.
"It's too messy here, let's go inside!" The young man handed each of us a cigarette and led us inside.
Huo, when I got inside, I fucking saw that there were more than ten people in the room, four of them were shirtless, playing poker, there were glass pots on the table, and two women in their thirties were professionally burning methamphetamine.
I waited on some strong men and smoked methamphetamine. I felt comfortable with the service. At the strong man's signal, I took a few puffs myself.
There are six or seven people on the other side. These people are also bare-chested. They are holding large iron shovels about one meter long in their hands, and they are stirring iron sand in a large black pot. There is also a person who is pulling the stove beside him.
After the iron sand is fried in the bellows of the platform, it will be sent to another room, filled with gunpowder, and sealed with wax, which is the shotgun bullet.
"You're so paralyzed... You're going to have an accident or something... and the whole building won't blow up...!" Wang Mumuting looked at this "munitions factory" speechlessly.
"Get out! Get out!" The young man who brought us in waved his hand. More than ten people in the room nodded with a smile, packed their things, and walked out of the room.
"...You are quite fluent in Mandarin!" Wang Mumu said with a smile.
"Work is needed... work is needed!!" The young man greeted us reservedly to sit down and made a pot of tea.
"This is the legendary fried bullet? Let me try!!" Wang Mumu was a person with a strong thirst for knowledge. He picked up the big shovel, turned on the fire, and started pouring iron sand into it.
"Brother... don't dare to make trouble with this!" The young man looked at Wang Mumu, who was so frightened that his head was so frightened that he started to sweat, and he hurriedly closed the stove.
"Fuck...are you exporting arms??" Wang Mumu asked, squinting his eyes and pretending to understand.
"...There is no way, big brother...!" The young man saw that the brother in front of him might be a bit immodest, so he had to follow his advice.
"Africa, I have two friends. I will contact you one day!!"
“Africa?? The market there is so vast!!”
"...Well, actually Bin Laden is my friend!!" Wang Mumu said reservedly.
"Who is bin Laden??" the young man asked confusedly.
"Damn it, you're still working on arms...Isn't Bin Laden the president of Iraq?!" Wang Mumu said in a deep voice.
"Ah, is he the one who bombed the Chinese Embassy?" the young man asked.
"Yes, that's him!!" Wang Mumu nodded and said.
Leilei already wants to die, Chenchen and Dakang look confused, and I don’t want to live anymore... Where the hell is this going?
I ignored these two bastards at all and wandered around the room curiously. In fact, most of the guys in our hands came from this kind of small processing factory. Making guns is actually very simple, and the process is not complicated.
An apprentice who repairs a car can use an electric welder to weld one on his own.
The only difficulty is that the barrel is difficult to make. The requirements for the barrel of a firearm are very strict and must be a seamless steel pipe. This small processing factory is definitely not capable of manufacturing this kind of thing, so it has to be bought ready-made, but now there is no such thing.
The business of sewing steel pipes is subject to very strict inspections. Many gun sellers are involved in this process. Generally, if something happens to the steel pipe sellers, the police will follow the clues and catch a large number of illegal gun sellers.
I walked around the house, picked up a shotgun without the stock on it, and played with it in my hand.
"Do you like it? I would like to buy a handful to play with, eight thousand a handful!!" Leilei asked with a smile.
"What are you buying? The cost is only 1,800 yuan. I'd like to give it to you!" The young man walked over and said boldly.
"Okay, stop talking. What do I want him to do? I'm still taking a fucking plane back to Northeast China! You asked me to run back!" I smiled and put down the gun.
While we were chatting and having fun, the young man's phone rang. After answering the call, he said to us: "He's here!"
"You talk to him in this room, and we listen next door!" Dakang said.
"OK!"
After saying that, Dakang, Leilei, Mumu, and Chenchen and I walked to another room, opened the door a crack, sat on a stool, and listened to the conversation in the other room. After waiting for four or five minutes, the other room
Footsteps were heard in the house, and then conversations began.
"Are you ready for what I want?" A strange voice asked straight to the point.
"...Twenty-five thousand, the price is too low, you can't buy this kind of thing except me!" This is the voice of a young man, he is buying time for us.
"What? The price has been negotiated and you want to go back on it?" Another voice was a little impatient.
While they were talking, I walked carefully to the door and looked out through the crack in the door.
When I saw the figure outside, I was immediately disappointed, because this figure was obviously not a gangster. He was much thinner than a gangster, looked more wretched, and spoke like a bitch.
I lost the desire to listen and turned around to face Dakang and the others and shook their heads.
But at this moment, the situation changed!!
"More, my friend!" the young man said in a determined manner.
The figure thought about it and said slowly: "Wait a minute, I'll call and ask!!"
After hearing this sentence, I felt a lot better. It turned out that this person was not a real buyer!!