Tang Chao walked out of the car with his backpack, turned his head left and right, and took a general look at the surrounding environment: dim street lights, dirty streets, all kinds of household waste piled higher than trash cans, and messy graffiti with no trace of artistry.
The wall does look a little bad.
All around, in the shadowed corners where the street lights can't shine, black people were walking around in groups of three or three. If the color of their fancy coats hadn't been exposed, they would have been invisible. When they looked around, a passerby happened to be approaching, and they quickly exchanged what they had on hand, and then hurriedly
Disperse. One of the black men noticed Tang Chao standing beside the car not far away. His black and white eyes were full of warning, and he stared at him fiercely!
Tang Chao looked away knowingly, and then frowned slightly. It wasn't that he couldn't get used to the folk customs and environment here, he had been to even dirtier places. In comparison, this was actually pretty good at the moment.
As for why there are so many black people in Belgium, and why it is basically a gathering place for black people now, it has something to do with Europe’s immigration policy. Audiences who often watch football matches will probably know that this is actually the norm in many European countries.
Especially France and Belgium are the most outstanding examples. There are many black and hard players in the team.
The reason why Tang Chao frowned was because this was the underground arms trading place provided to him by the forum intelligence dealer. He could see the whole thing at a glance. His past rich experience told him that those who took root in such a place to do business generally had a limited structure and no
The conference abides by trading rules. Generally speaking, as long as they have money, they can do anything.
However, time is limited, and the Tang Dynasty has no choice now. Moreover, they are here, so they have to take a look at it, hoping that nothing will happen later.
Walking more than a hundred meters along the street, he found an iron door with a house number painted crookedly with spray paint. Tang Chao confirmed the address again, then walked forward, glanced at the relatively hidden surveillance probe diagonally above, and raised his hand to knock on the door.
Knock.
A few seconds later, the iron door opened a crack, and a man with dreadlocks peeked out. He looked at the face of a Mexican-looking man. He looked around Tang Dynasty with sharp eyes. Finally, his eyes paused on the backpack, coldly.
The voice said: "Go away, Asians, strange faces are not welcome here."
"But you will welcome business customers, I have introduced them." Tang Chao looked unmoved and gave his name, which was the code name of the information dealer.
The man was silent for a moment, then opened the iron door and said, "Stand still, we need to search you." After saying this, a black man with a sinister face and a metal detector in his hand walked out from behind the door with a chuckle.
Tang Chao opened his arms indifferently: "Of course, if you insist."
There is naturally no problem with the inspection results. Not to mention that Tang Chao did not have any weapons on him. Even if he did, if he deliberately concealed them, it would be impossible to detect them with the other party's crude means.
Until the black man stretched out his hand to grab the zipper of his backpack. Tang Chao casually slapped it open, bang, looking at the Mexican who immediately raised his hand to touch his lower back with vigilance, he smiled and pressed his palm: "Relax, don't be nervous. I'm here to buy something.
, I haven’t seen anything, so naturally I can’t let you see the money, this is the rule, isn’t it?”
After a few seconds of stalemate, and after confirming that Tang Chao made no unusual moves, the man snorted coldly, stepped aside and opened the door: "Come in, don't play any tricks!"
After passing through the iron gate, the two of them were quite cautious and led Tang Chao forward one after the other.
Inside is a rather spacious and bright hall, the decoration is quite luxurious. Although it is not tasteful, it is in sharp contrast to the shabby streets outside. Five or six big men are scattered around, standing or sitting. There is a card game in the corner on the left side of the entrance.
, but before Tang Chao came in, the card game was over. A fat, middle-aged foreign man with a gold chain hanging around his neck and wearing a colorful shirt walked to the guest sofa in the center of the hall and sat down.
This should be the real owner.
He leaned back, raised his eyelids, glanced at Tang Chao who walked in, and grinned, showing his yellow teeth: "Ha, has our business developed to Asia?"
The deliberate question aroused a burst of laughter, but Tang Chao pretended not to hear it, sat down on the sofa opposite across a low table, and called out the name of the introducer again.
The man in the green shirt waved his hand carelessly: "I don't care who introduced you, my territory has my own rules. Tell me, Asian, what do you want to buy?"
The Tang Dynasty also got straight to the point: "Sniper rifles and bullets."
The man in the green shirt suddenly lit up when he heard this: "What model?"
"What model do you have?"
"Ha, boy, don't doubt my strength. I have basically everything you've heard of."
Tang Chao chuckled and nodded noncommittally: "Why don't you take two out and take a look first?" Businessmen always like to exaggerate. It's not that Tang Chao looked down on the other party, but the other party really couldn't get the sniper rifle he wanted. In fact, he doubted this.
Is it possible to have more than three sniper rifles in a small place? Unlike pistols, these things are not easy to sell.
This is the fact. After a while, a younger brother brought two sniper rifles, one was a British AWP and the other was a German Brassell R93. The brands were old brands and both were quite classic. However, the model was even more classic.
It is a product of the last century.
Tang Chao did not let the other party get anything else. He now seriously doubted that these two were the best things the other party could bring out. He carefully inspected the two sniper rifles. Fortunately, they were in the arms business after all. How much?
If you have some professional knowledge, you still have basic maintenance and it can be used.
After pondering for a moment, Tang Chao picked up the AWP gun case and placed it on the table: "What's the price of this gun?"
The man in the green shirt looked at Tang Chao for a while, mainly at the backpack next to him, and grinned again: "I'll give you two boxes of ammunition, sixty-six thousand euros!"
Tang Chao also laughed when he heard this: "Are you sure you are in the arms business and not antique guns?"
After all, the lion's wide opening has a certain limit. The price of this AWP sniper rifle on the market is only a few thousand euros at most. Even taking into account the factors of black market channels, double or triple is almost the limit. Opening the mouth is 66,000...etc.
, not all Asians like this auspicious number!
There were so many flaws that Tang Chao didn’t know what to complain about, and he didn’t even bother to mention the price.
"Haha, of course I'm in the arms business." The man in the green shirt glanced at the backpack again and said lazily, "In my case, it's worth this price!"
Tang Chao replied seriously: "But to me, it's really not worth the price."
There was a stalemate between eyes for more than ten seconds. Tang Chao looked calm and unmoved. Seeing this, the man in the green shirt tilted his head as if to think about it, and waved his hands grandly, "Well, if the conditions remain unchanged, I will give you two boxes of ammunition. Chapter 1
For one cooperation, I’ll give you a zero, sixty thousand, no less!”
Tang Chao thought for a while, but still shook his head: "Thirty thousand, I will take this gun."
"Then you'd better not leave."
As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man in a green shirt raised a cruel smile on his lips. There was a clear sound of the pistol being pulled, and the cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against Tang Chao's back.
It was the Mexican. He was not standing behind the sofa before, but next to it. In other words, the man in the green shirt seemed to be indifferent, but in fact he was covering for this person. The two of them cooperated in a tacit understanding.
I knew it wasn't the first time I'd done this.
The big men on the side looked like they had expected it. They were laughing and laughing from the beginning to the end. They didn't even draw their guns, and they didn't need to. The situation was already under control, right?
"Huh... I knew it would be like this." Tang Chao lowered his head and exhaled, "It's a small place with no rules!"
This was said in Chinese, but the man in the green shirt didn't understand: "What?"
"Nothing." Tang Chao raised his head, motioned to the backpack beside him with calm eyes, and smiled, "Are you so sure that there is money in it?"
The man in the green shirt suddenly stiffened and roared: "You dare to trick me? Check his bag!"
When the Mexican heard this, he immediately reached out and grabbed his backpack. The moment he looked away, his wrist suddenly hurt. He subconsciously moved his fingers, but only air was squeezed out.
I looked up in shock, only to see that the Asian man in front of me had stood up at some point, and it was his pistol that was held flat in his hand. The next moment, a deafening gunshot sounded... The accident happened so suddenly, even close to
He didn't even react when he was so close, let alone his companions around him? Just like the teacher pointed out in elementary school, every time the muzzle of the gun with the luster of death metal trembled, a flower of blood lit up in the hall, and there was no trace of it.
The mark is right between the eyebrows, and in just a short breath, more than half of the people are dead.
Seeing this, the Mexican was brave. He roared angrily and without thinking, he punched the demon in front of him who regarded him as nothing.
Although his back was turned and he didn't look this way during the whole process, his fist was still empty, and because of the excessive force, his body couldn't stop leaning forward. In the middle, he was supported by a force that was not too big or too small.
Down, suddenly the world was spinning, boom——
The low wooden table collapsed instantly, and the scattered objects on it were thrown up. Tang Chao caught a glass ashtray. Immediately, the muzzle of the gun moved down, and he pulled the trigger indifferently. The Mexican who was struggling to get up suddenly fell on his head.
Unfortunately, there was no sound at all.
He raised the muzzle again, and the ashtray flew out. Just as it passed by a round stone pillar and was about to hit the wall, a bullet came first and hit it accurately. Bang, the ashtray exploded, and glass fragments flew everywhere, "Ah——
"A big man howled miserably and fell out from behind the stone pillar. His face was covered with large and small pieces of glass, and he was bleeding profusely. His face was filled with misery.
However, the bullet that flew over at the next moment helped him escape from this inhuman pain, and also made him no longer have to feel inferior to his disfigurement in the future.
She put away the gun and turned around. The hall was completely silent. She looked at the man in the green shirt who was sitting on the sofa with a dull expression and obviously hadn't recovered yet: "Where is the bullet?"
"The backyard is in the barn." The man in the green shirt subconsciously replied.
"Thanks."
boom--
A few minutes later, Tang Chao returned to the car with the gun case, started it, and drove away.
A hundred meters behind, fire was rising. The killer's actions and cleaning up the scene were normal and not worth mentioning.
Driving two hundred meters, suddenly, boom boom boom, a series of violent explosions, the road trembled, and large fireballs shot up into the sky in the rearview mirror! Oh, this was when I was looking for sniper rifle bullets in the basement in the backyard, and I accidentally looked at it.
When I got a box of grenades, I made a simple delayed detonation device. The small tricks and small scenes are not worth mentioning...
There is really nothing to say. It is an old saying that a strong dragon cannot overwhelm a local snake. It makes sense. The group of arms dealers may not have heard of this saying, but they always understand similar principles. This is what they did. However, what they encountered this time was not a strong one.
The dragon was a passing ghost of the Tang Dynasty, so it was only natural that his life would be taken away from him.
Even though the Tang Dynasty had no intention of taking action here, and really just wanted to make a simple transaction with both money and goods. But the underground world is like this, and it is not something you can do simply because you want it to be simple, especially in such a small place like this.
There were no rules, so Tang Chao had no choice but to use his rules and teach the other party what rules were!
A little hiccup, the past is over. The important thing is that this trip was not in vain. After all, we achieved our goal and got a sniper rifle. The next step is to find a way to find the location of the Pacino family's base in the southeastern Ardennes Plateau.
Already...
For the next two days, Tang Dynasty spent the next two days looking for a base while paying attention to the latest developments in the forum, which the busybodies named the Battle between Kings and Kings.
The former has already been revealed. As I said before, there are no secrets in the underground world. In addition, this country is really small. It is not difficult to use some professional methods to find some clues.
As for the latter, there is a lot of news. When Tang Chao was wandering around the Ardennes Plateau in the past two days, he could clearly feel that the atmosphere was abnormal. Especially when passing through towns, he found many traces of suspected companions.
This is not surprising. The members of the underground world have a certain death factor in their blood. Even if they are still swearing in the forum that they will run away, they may directly book a flight and fly over, hoping to observe something up close.
However, before yesterday evening, there was a break in the news flow in the forum. Hitami Niki and O'Connor, who had been chasing each other in Belgium, disappeared from public view and were never seen again.
There are different opinions on the reasons. Some say that the winner has been decided, some say that they will die together, and some say that the Hell God Court and Kitouji have come to an end. This is just the calm before the storm, etc. All of them say they have noses and eyes, and they have pictures and truth.
Tang Chao even saw in a post the arms warehouse that he had just blown up two days ago. That place was suddenly recognized as a hidden stronghold of the Mighty Hell Divine Court, and was taken out by Renjian Renji... because of the post.
The reporter asked nearby residents and said that he indeed saw Zhang Yazhou's face passing by before the explosion...
Seeing this, Tang Chao snickered for a while. He didn't mind if someone took the blame. He just didn't know if those arms dealers would mind if the real culprit behind the scenes was mistakenly identified. Oh, no, it doesn't matter if they mind, anyway.
If people care about their opinions, minions must have the consciousness of minions, right?
Going a step further, the Tang Dynasty was more inclined to analyze the fate of powerful people, but it wasn't the Hell God's Court or Beitoji, he thought it was the Pacino family.
Because of this, he didn't plan to wait any longer and decided to set out tonight to determine the situation of the base and set up a sniper point...