We have arrived at our destination.
This armory isn't on the surface; it's underground.
Long Xiaowu had her men stand guard outside, while she and Ye Feng went inside.
Upon entering, Ye Feng was immediately shocked: "Good heavens, these weapons were all produced by a major power."
You can see some of the intricacies from this.
The entire underground warehouse is enormous.
In addition to conventional weapons, there were twenty TKs and fifty armored vehicles.
There are also some regular DDs with tracking capabilities.
These are all very new models.
That scar must have a high-ranking superior behind him.
Otherwise, it would be absolutely impossible to obtain these things.
Equip all of these weapons...
Ye Feng shook his head, a hint of anticipation creeping in.
After looking through the entire armory, Ye Feng came up with a new idea.
"Should we set up some weapons production lines ourselves?"
Leaving aside the high-end weapons, we need to produce at least some commonly used weapons ourselves.
This way, we won't be too passive.
Long Xiaowu nodded: "I have contacted several distributors, but only one is willing to sell, and the price is much higher than the market price."
Ye Feng: "It doesn't matter. The main thing is to ensure that we still have weapons to use under extreme conditions."
Long Xiaowu: "Okay, I'll contact them right away."
As she spoke, she picked up the satellite phone.
After a while, Long Xiaowu said to Ye Feng, "We've made an appointment with them at 8 p.m. at a restaurant in Shacheng."
Before coming here, Ye Feng had done some basic research on the area.
Shacheng is considered a first-tier city in this area.
The permanent population is over two million.
Compared to other areas, Shacheng has a relatively good level of public security and residents' living conditions.
Afterwards, Long Xiaowu had all the equipment transported back.
After a short rest, they headed towards Shacheng.
According to Long Xiaowu, the other person's name is Sickle.
On the surface, he appears to be a gentle and refined middle-aged man, but in reality, he is a very cruel guy.
Therefore, Long Xiaowu brought half of the base's best fighters with her this time.
They also drove thirty TKs and waited outside the city.
More than a hundred people followed them into the city.
Something like what happened last time must never happen again.
Ye Feng looked at the buildings in Shacheng, which had a very retro feel.
It's equivalent to what happened in China in the 1990s.
There weren't many pedestrians on the street, and the vast majority of them were men.
Here, women don't go out unless absolutely necessary.
We arrived at the agreed-upon place.
At the entrance of the restaurant, there was a group of fierce-looking, menacing soldiers guarding the place.
After the announcement, a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses came out.
The moment Ye Feng saw this guy, he made a judgment in his mind.
This is a scoundrel.
"Hello, Miss Long. We've only communicated by phone before. Meeting you in person is truly amazing."
Upon seeing Long Xiaowu, a strange light flashed in Sickle's eyes, and then he reached out his hand towards her.
"Hello, my name is Ye Feng."
Ye Feng grabbed his hand first.
You bastard, how dare you touch my woman?
Upon seeing Ye Feng, Sickle quickly withdrew his hand.
Although his smile remained unchanged, Ye Feng could sense that he was a little unhappy.
Ye Feng smiled and said, "Hello, my name is Ye Feng, and I am Xiao Wu's man."
"Hello, let's not stand outside, let's talk inside." Sickle said, looking at the hundred or so people behind Long Xiaowu.
He chuckled and said, "The restaurant is rather small, so they can just wait outside."
Ye Feng chuckled and said, "Why don't we have someone bring out the table? My brothers have been walking all day, let's find a place to sit down."
The sickle looked at Long Xiaowu with some displeasure.
Seeing that Long Xiaowu didn't react at all, she couldn't help but glance at Ye Feng a few more times.
Sickle knows some things about Long Xiaowu's background.
He intended to develop this woman into a long-term partner.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have agreed to sell her a weapons production line.
Such a powerful woman with such a strong background is now willing to stand behind a man.
This made Sickle look at Ye Feng more often, secretly increasing Ye Feng's importance in his mind.
Various thoughts raced through my mind.
On the surface, Sickle smiled and let people go inside, bringing out tables, chairs, and other furniture.
After they were both seated, Sickle raised his glass: "Come on, let's have a drink first."
"Wait a moment." Ye Feng took out a small bottle of baijiu from his pocket: "Try the baijiu from my hometown, 68 degrees, absolutely top-notch."
"Hey kid, what do you mean?!" a man standing behind the sickle shouted angrily. "Are you suspecting there's something wrong with our drinks?!"
Ye Feng shook his head: "Of course not, I just want to share the good things from my hometown with everyone."
After saying that, he opened the bottle cap and poured himself a glass.
Then, using a disposable cup I had prepared, I poured myself a cup and drank it down in one gulp.
This small bottle of wine costs as much as 6899 in China.
Ye Feng only brought a little over a hundred bottles this time.
The temperature difference between day and night is huge in this place.
During the day, the surface temperature may be over 60 degrees Celsius, but at night it will drop to several degrees below zero.
Therefore, it's good to have some high-proof liquor on hand, so you can ward off the cold when you go out.
The rich aroma of the wine spread out, immediately causing the locals to sniff hard and swallow hard.
For people like them who risk their lives, their greatest hobbies are nothing more than three.
Women, cigarettes, and alcohol.
Even Sickle couldn't help but secretly swallow, staring intently at the liquor in Ye Feng's hand.
As a connoisseur of fine wine, he could tell just by taking a sniff that the wine in Ye Feng's hand was definitely of high quality.
Ye Feng noticed his expression.
He then handed over the remaining wine in his hand, saying, "I've already drunk it. You see I'm fine, please have a taste."
He hesitated slightly before taking the sickle.
On his own turf, Ye Feng probably wouldn't have the guts to poison himself or anything like that.
He tilted his head back and took a sip.
Immediately, Sickle's eyes widened: "Good wine, really good wine!"
Ye Feng smiled without saying a word.
Isn't that obvious?
When it comes to wine culture, if China is second to none, no one dares to claim first place.
All kinds of wines are available, and the brewing techniques are among the best in the world.
This is a bit like using airplanes and cannons to shoot down a sparrow; it's a complete dimensional reduction attack.
For someone like Sickle who had never tasted wine of this caliber before.
To put it bluntly, wild boars eat fine bran.
He finished the small bottle, which was only 200 milliliters, in no time.
Then, her eyes blazed as she looked at Ye Feng: "I want more!"
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