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Eight people filed in, the iron door slammed shut again, and the corridor became quiet.
Not long after, the two neighbors next door quietly opened the inner door and carefully looked around. When they saw that there was no blood in the corridor, they breathed a sigh of relief and slowly retracted their heads.
In the room, the three thieves were discovered instantly. Not understanding what they were saying, Brother Wu walked up to them and kicked each of them over. Then several trappers came forward, tied them up tightly with ropes and threw them into the kitchen.
During the whole process, Tu Kuhai sat on the sofa in the living room, not daring to move.
There is no way, the situation is stronger than the person, I am the meat on the chopping board, I can only obey orders.
But after so many years on the road, I still have good eyesight.
These guys are well dressed, act arrogantly, and seem to have no scruples. They are either dragons crossing the river, or they have special status.
No matter which one, he can't be offended, so being obedient is the best choice.
"Escape from misery! I heard that you are a good broker. Your business involves a wide range of things. You can get everything from fake ID cards to Ak47s and rocket launchers. You are an amazing person!"
Shabiao sat opposite him, with a hint of ridicule in his tone.
Tuo Kuhai had an expressionless face: "Brother, you've already been like this, so there's no need to make fun of me, right? I just make movie props for a living, I don't have much ability!"
"Are you sure?" Shabiao asked.
Dasha was very cooperative and loaded the bullet. He raised the muzzle slightly and aimed it at Tuo Kuhai's head.
Tuo KuHai quickly sat up and said seriously: "Brother has a good eye. I am a professional broker Tuo KuHai. As long as I have money, I will do anything. What do you want me to do?"
"Nothing! I know you have a lot of connections and I want to do some business for you!"
Silly Biao didn't bother to talk to this kind of guy. In the entire Hong Kong Island, there are only a thousand to eight hundred guys like Tuo Kuhai. They are all rats in the gutter, the kind that cannot see the light of day.
However, I have to admit that these guys are well-informed and well-connected.
So after coming out of Wumingshi's underground base, he briefly discussed it with Brother Wu, and finally decided to use these brokers to get his reputation out.
Silly Biao raised his fingers, and a helper behind him presented a black leather suitcase.
The suitcase was smashed on the coffee table, and the sundries were pushed to the ground arrogantly and then opened. Inside were two M1911s placed staggered.
The whole body is bright silver, with four magazine clips and two suppressors of different thicknesses embedded in the empty space.
Seeing this thing, Tuo Kuhai was stunned.
Shabiao slowly took out a gun, installed the suppressor first, and then pushed up the magazine filled with bullets. Hearing a click, everything was ready.
Silly Biao raised his pistol, pointed it at the wall, and fired three times.
The bullet penetrated the wall, leaving three bullet holes.
The sea of suffering was so frightened that he shrank his neck.
Shabiao smiled casually and said: "Don't be afraid, what do you think of this gun?"
I don't know why I have escaped from the sea of suffering. I look at the stupid figure and dare not speak.
Shabiao said: "I want you to speak!"
Tuo Kuhai said quickly: "What a good gun! Absolutely a good gun!"
"Then if you are asked to sell it, how much are you prepared to sell it for?"
"Let me sell it?" Tuo Kuhai was stunned.
"I'm asking you a question, why are you so stunned!" Dasha scolded.
Tuo Kuhai trembled in fright: "Such a beautiful gun, maybe the rifling is still there, but it still costs 100,000!"
"Okay! Just pay the price you said!"
Silly Biao slapped the table and threw the gun into the suitcase: "Here are two guns, a total of two hundred thousand! Comes with four magazines and forty-eight rounds of bullets! Pay me now!"
Silly Biao stretched out his hand.
I was so dumbfounded that I could not help but open my mouth.
"What? Do you have no money? It doesn't matter if you don't have money, I can pay on credit!"
Silly Biao stood up with a smile: "I'll give you seven days, won't you make money if you sell these two guns? Of course, if you can introduce more businesses, I can give you a hundred for every transaction.
The two-thirds commission, please note, is two percent!”
He emphasized, and finally pointed at the three thieves who were tied into rice dumplings in the room: "These three idiots all want to buy guns. Do you think it's not too much to sell them a gun for 50,000 yuan if it is a real gun?"
The instinct to escape from the sea of suffering is to shake one’s head.
After all, Hong Kong Island has a police force of 30,000 people. Although in special times, various constraints have prevented the police force from exerting the deterrence it should have.
However, compared with neighboring Ao Island, the arms trade is relatively restrained, so the prices are more than 30% higher.
The Big Black Star on Hong Kong Island really costs about 50,000 yuan, and if you want more bullets, you have to pay another amount.
Three guns are 150,000 yuan, and 2% is 3,000 yuan.
Shuo Hai was originally in this field, and he understood his reward in a flash of lightning, and then his eyes lit up.
He helped people make models overnight, painted and distressed them, and even gave them three ID cards, but he only won 2,000 yuan.
Now all you need to do is find a buyer, and you can make three thousand yuan by changing hands. Even a fool knows which kind of business is easier to do.
But……
Tuo Kuhai looked at the suitcase on the table and swallowed involuntarily.
Shabiao stood up: "One week, one week later I will come to get the money. Of course, you can choose to run away or resist, I don't care!
Life is a bit boring, and it would be quite interesting to play a hunting game. What would you do? It’s really exciting!”
Silly Biao smiled and walked away with everyone.
Dasha walked at the back, his gun pointed at Tuo Kuhai until the door slammed shut.
When the room calmed down, Tuo Hai let out a deep breath. It was like his whole body had been ripped out of bones. He lay limply on the sofa and didn't recover for a long time.
"Push to the street! I almost scared me to death!"
Downstairs, eight people got into two black SUVs.
With their unique models and almost completely black anti-peeping glass, these two cars stand out from the crowd on the street, attracting many people's attention.
But Shabiao and others didn't care at all.
Dasha sat in the passenger seat, put away the gun, and asked casually: "Is this all right?"
"Of course! Don't underestimate these rats. If they survive until now, they can move around in a small area without the opportunity or resources because of their ability to sneak into the camp. Now they take the initiative to send a few guns. They will not
It’s weird to climb up the pole!”
The idiot smiled coldly, his eyes full of confidence.
Brother Wu and Blind Snake in the back row didn't say anything, but judging from their expressions, they obviously agreed.
The mission given by Anonymous Doe is to establish themselves as a third-party arms dismantler. Such weapons are available in large quantities and can be used however they want.
After some discussion, several people decisively gave up selling through their previous channels. After all, they are still prisoners. Although they can move around naturally outside, contacting their previous network will inevitably lead to complications.
So after thinking about it, they set their sights on these mice.
So far, five suitcases and ten pistols of various types have been sent out.
There are five suitcases of the same style inside the car.
Shabiao pulled out a list from his pocket, crossed out the name of the fifth person who had escaped from the sea of suffering, and finally clicked on the sixth Uncle Ming.
"Let's go to the papermaking shop on Yaliao Street!"
Shabiao reported his address, and the two cars merged into the traffic flow, one after the other, and soon disappeared.
Upstairs, Tuo Kuhai was on the balcony, looking at the two SUVs with special shapes and a sense of mystery that were gradually going away. He hesitated again and again, and finally gritted his teeth and picked up the phone next to him.
"Hello? Call center? Please leave a message for me. The seafood has arrived. You can pick it up!"
