Chapter 84 I want to fight too!

“Beep, beep…”

The phone kept getting busy tones. Shen Linglan called Song Zhangcheng three times in a row, but he didn't answer any of them.

Shen Linglan kept walking around in the room. After a moment, she suddenly remembered that when she was custom-making sleeve arrows for Zhao Yunduo, she was taken to a teahouse by Song Zhangcheng. The person in that teahouse seemed unusual and seemed to be Song Zhangcheng's superior.

Thinking of this, Shen Linglan immediately grabbed the car key at hand and ran to the door of the villa.

Start the vehicle - step on the accelerator -

Shen Linglan drove for eighteen minutes for a half-hour journey.

When she got outside the tea room, before she even stepped inside, Shen Linglan heard a lively conversation going on inside.

The owner of the teahouse seemed to be surnamed Zhang. After Shen Linglan remembered his surname, she searched her mind for the owner's appearance. Shen Linglan looked for a familiar face among the three people in the room, but she couldn't find anyone after looking back and forth.

"Who are you looking for?" the man who was making tea asked Shen Linglan.

"Mr. Zhang."

The man paused, refilled the tea for the two guests in front of him, stood up and bowed politely to Shen Linglan, "Please follow me."

Shen Linglan followed his footsteps and entered the inner room. She found that Mr. Zhang was wearing reading glasses and looking at something.

"Mr. Zhang, someone is looking for you."

When Mr. Zhang raised his head and saw Shen Linglan's face, he seemed to remember Shen Linglan and asked the man who was making tea to go down first.

After the door of the room clicked shut, Shen Linglan could no longer wait and said directly, "Mr. Zhang, I want to buy bullets from you."

This almost made Mr. Zhang lose his reading glasses. Fortunately, he grabbed the legs of the glasses and prevented them from falling to the ground.

"Hiss..." He took a breath of cool air, turned his head and looked at Shen Linglan, "How come such a well-mannered and pretty girl is also involved in gangs?"

"No." Shen Linglan couldn't explain, nor did she want to explain. Zhao Yunduo had already boarded the plane and would soon arrive in City B. If there were no bullets, Zhao Yunduo would be very passive.

You can't let her circle around City B, pour diesel all over it, and then set it on fire to burn down the base in City B, right?

"I'll pay twice the market price, but I want it in half an hour."

This made Zhang Lao look serious instantly. He lowered his head and thought for a moment before saying, "I don't sell arms here, but I know who does."

After he finished speaking, Mr. Zhang picked up his cell phone, put on his reading glasses carefully, and scrolled through the address book on his cell phone with his index finger.

Two minutes later, Mr. Zhang gave Shen Linglan a number. Shen Linglan immediately dialed the number. After turning on the speakerphone, Shen Linglan asked for bullets. Mr. Zhang also spoke a few words, saying that he was the one who pulled the trigger.

The man opposite was a little hesitant when he heard the voice of a strange woman, but after hearing the voice of Mr. Zhang, he immediately said that he would bring the goods to see Shen Linglan right away.

The man with a scar on his face arrived ten minutes later.

He was carrying a black suitcase and placed it carelessly in Mr. Zhang's teahouse. Shen Linglan unzipped it and saw that there were pistol bullets and submachine gun bullets in it, as well as rows of magazines, filling the entire bag.

Although Shen Linglan is not involved in gangs, she does know a thing or two about the rules.

She transferred all the money to Mr. Zhang in the name of buying tea, and Mr. Zhang then transferred it to the person selling the bullets. She didn't care how much the commission was.

After Shen Linglan got the black travel bag, she ran out without hesitation. She was wearing a pair of white casual shoes worth ten thousand yuan. The heels were not high, less than two centimeters, but they made the concrete floor creak. The scarred man touched his head and asked Zhang Lao in confusion, "Is there a bloody fight going on somewhere now? Why is it so urgent?"

Mr. Zhang shook his head to indicate that he didn't know.

When Shen Linglan turned to the deserted street, she immediately put all the things into Zhao Yunduo's space.

Zhao Yunduo, who was on the plane, detected something in the space, and felt relieved. He then took out a few clips and handed them to the five people in front of him.

The three men and two women were all shocked and looked at Connie who was standing aside.

They didn't say it, but they were confused in their hearts. No, it's been five years since the end of the world, how come this person still has so many brand-new submachine guns and can easily pull out a dozen bullets from his bag?

Connie ignored their gazes. After all, he had felt this kind of shock the first day he met Zhao Yunduo.

Seven people, including Connie and Zhao Yunduo, were holding submachine guns in their hands. The pilot who was flying the plane saw them loading their magazines and suddenly asked Zhao Yunduo, "Miss Zhao, do you have any for me? I want to fight too!"

"have."

Zhao Yunduo spoke calmly, but immediately pulled out the eighth submachine gun from his bag.

"What's our plan?" Connie asked.

Zhao Yunduo recalled everything Wu An had told him.

There is a separate "prison" in City B, which restricts personal freedom and has no special guard. He has told Zhao Yunduo the location, including the location of Yaoyao and Zhou Micheng.

Liang Tuantuan and Liang Yuanyuan, the two siblings, said nothing but were also locked up. Cui Zhende and Wu An were the only ones left who were safe. Even Kong Liang, who had always been "meritorious", was locked up by Tao Jie under pressure.

"Rip the prison, save people!"

"Is it that simple?"

Zhao Yunduo thought, now that we know the location of the prisoners, it would be easy to kill them and rush out, right?