Chapter 338: "This is the winery. What can I do for you?"
Miyano Shiho was too late to stop it.
She floated 360 degrees in the air, and finally decided to let nature take its course.
"...Contact this number. If you need anything, just contact her directly."
The email flashed, and five seconds after Lin Xi opened it, all the communication information between her and the other party disappeared.
Lin Xi remembered the number and felt a little confused.
...This number is local to Hong Kong City.
The organization has someone in Hong Kong? Did they already know that Karasuma Renya was here?
The situation seemed a little different from what she thought.
But she didn't hesitate for long and dialed the number.
A young woman answered the phone.
"This is the winery. What can I do for you?" Her voice was pleasant, as clear as a mountain spring, tinkling in other people's ears and splashing water.
Xiao Linxi couldn't help but hesitate.
She always felt that this voice was both kind and familiar, but when she thought about it carefully, she had never met anyone with a voice like hers.
Maybe it was an illusion caused by the distorted sound on the phone, she thought.
"I need guns and explosives," Lin Xi said. "The more you can provide, the better. Deliver them to the west dock of Gangcheng within a week. In exchange, I'll give you the information you requested during the transaction..."
The other side smiled.
"Thank you," she said softly. "There's no rush for the information. The arms will arrive at the dock on time. I'll contact you then."
"……good."
It went so smoothly, was it her illusion?
Xiao Linxi scratched his head inwardly.
She thought she would have to spend more time talking and need more bargaining chips, but the person on the other side turned out to be so gentle, straightforward and easy to talk to that she felt a little at a loss.
Should I say thank you at this time?
"If you are satisfied with my service, you can give me a five-star rating after the transaction is completed." The female voice was accompanied by a smile.
Xiao Linxi was stunned for a moment: "Five-star review?"
"We'll give you cash back for five-star reviews," she said. "We can even give you a little goldfish."
"...I will, thank you?" Lin Xi said hesitantly.
"You're welcome. Customers are our top priority. This is what we should do." After saying that, he hung up the phone neatly.
Lin Xi held the phone and turned to look at Miyano Shiho.
The little ghost was smiling very happily.
"Do you know her?" she couldn't help asking.
Miyano Shiho nodded.
"We're in the same group." She patted Xiao Linxi's shoulder and said confidently, "You can trust me."
Xiao Linxi did not comment on this.
She threw the mobile phone back to the old man and said, "I'm leaving now. See you at the dock in a week."
"Wait." The old man stopped her, "Aren't you under strict supervision? How could you show up at the dock at that time?"
"Yes." Lin Xi smiled. "Don't worry, after a week, no one will bother me anymore."
You've controlled her for so long, Karasuma Renya, it's time for you to die.
…
A week later.
The weather today is exceptionally good, with clear skies and bright sunshine. The temperature is neither too hot nor too cold, and you can wear a thick coat and short sleeves on the street at the same time without feeling out of place.
Lin Xi took a sip of the wine with ice chips in it. The cold wine quickly cooled her throat and also sobered her up from the bad state she was in after the brainwashing.
"You don't need to go to Mr. Ruan this afternoon." Uramaru Renya turned his head and signaled his subordinates to hand over the information.
There were two clear photos pinned on the paper clip. Lin Xi was very familiar with the person in the photos. It was Old Man Qiao wearing a Zhongshan suit.
A Zhong is standing next to him, and it seems that this photo was taken within this week.
The other photo was of a handsome man with a scar on his face. Lin Xi had never seen him before, but guessed that he should be Fan Rong, the new leader of the Black Dragon Gang.
"Your new mission is to kill these two men. The information is here, take a look at it yourself."
"The only person we need to be careful of is Qiao Zheng. He's said to have amazing hypnosis skills, so he's quite a remarkable person." He shook his head and sighed, "What a pity."
It's a pity that such a talented person is going to die today.
Lin Xi smiled: "Sir, don't you believe in my ability?"
"How is that possible? Xiaoxi is the best." Karasuma Renye stroked the top of Linxi's head through his gloves, "This is care."
"I will kill these two men for you, sir." Lin Xi looked up, "Can I call more people?"
Karasuma Renya waved his hand and said, "Okay."
We should indeed be wary of Qiao Zheng's hypnosis, and it is also right to send more cannon fodder.
"Thank you, sir. I will definitely complete the task for you." Xiao Linxi smiled sweetly, and Wuwan Renye had no doubts. He simply felt that the recent brainwashing was effective and her memory was almost cleared. When Linxi returned from completing this task, he would consider implanting the system in her.
Everything was going according to plan. The two people, each with their own ulterior motives, suddenly came to the same idea and smiled at each other.
The other side.
"Mr. Qiao, the staff has been arranged." Fan Rong sat in the car and glanced at the person next to him: "Where is the stuff you promised?"
The gesture Qiao Zheng made to him in the inner hall that day was a secret code in the underworld, meaning weapons - guns and ammunition.
Gun control in Hong Kong is actually very strict. The scenes in Hong Kong movies where people pick up guns and start shooting at anyone in the streets at any time only exist in people's imagination, let alone arguing with people on the street with AKs. That's Hollywood blockbusters, not the real world - maybe it really happens in other places, he doesn't know.
They usually fought with sticks and fists, and only the leaders were allowed to possess guns. Firearms were a dimensionality-reducing blow to group fights. If Qiao Zheng could really get them guns, they would surely be able to successfully retake the docks.
"Stay here, the stuff will be delivered soon." The old man remained unmoved. "Now is not the time to fight."
Judging from the time, the little girl should be here soon.
Fan Rong narrowed his eyes.
Having Ah Zhong follow Qiao Zheng for the past few days, he hadn't seen anyone contact the old man. If he hadn't actually taken out the quiver, Fan Rong would have thought that the power behind this old man Qiao was just a fabrication to fool him.
Seeing that it was still early, he calmed down, gestured outside the car, and began to close his eyes to rest.
But after a while, he heard someone knocking on the car window and opened his eyes.
It was a short figure wearing a mask, and when he stood up, his eye level was just slightly higher than the roof of the car.
It's a little child.
He looked at Qiao Zheng, only to see the old man chuckle, open the door and get out of the car: "The goods have arrived. Come with me, Fan Rong."
Fan Rong couldn't help but look at the child twice more. The child noticed his gaze and glanced at him indifferently.
Is he that little errand boy hired by that powerful group? He's quite cute.
Led by the child, they soon arrived at the back of a warehouse. Next to the warehouse was a freezer for fresh food, and wisps of cool air and the smell of fish wafted over from there.
The smell of fish was so strong that Fan Rong almost failed to smell the faint smell of gunpowder in the air.
At the back of the warehouse stood wooden crates covered with brown cloth. The child lifted the cloth and signaled Fan Rong to come forward.
Fan Rong glanced at Qiao Zheng, and after receiving the old man's affirmative look, he opened the wooden box. Inside the box were more than a dozen gun boxes neatly placed. The dark appearance made Fan Rong's pupils tremble.
so much?
Judging from the size of the box, there are at least two guns in one box...
These are things that money cannot buy, they are hard currency in the black market.
"Take the stuff, Fan Rong." Old Man Qiao smiled proudly. "Our stuff has been delivered, it's your turn. Assign some of the agreed manpower to me first, so I can find some help."
Fan Rong waved his hand, and someone came up behind him, opened the box, and checked the guns one by one.
After checking everything and finding nothing wrong, Fan Rong's expression unconsciously became more respectful, and his suspicion of Qiao Zheng disappeared: "Okay."
He gave a few instructions to the people below, and then said to Qiao Zheng, "These people will be given to you first."
"Don't worry, I will return it." The old man patted Fan Rong's shoulder.
The child——Lin Xi was standing nearby, watching coldly.
She and Qiao Zheng stood together, one wearing a Zhongshan suit and the other wearing black clothes and a mask, like a grandfather and grandson.
Fan Rong couldn't help but think of the rumors about Qiao Zheng.
It is said that Qiao Zheng was the local tyrant in the west of the entire Hong Kong City. Once he got angry, the whole Hong Kong City would tremble. The Qiao family behind him was also a prominent family that moved from the mainland during the Republic of China period.
Qiao Zheng may appear to be a ruthless figure to the outside world, but he is incredibly protective of his family. He has three generations living under one roof, and he especially cherishes his youngest granddaughter, whom he cherishes as his precious jewel.
However, in the turbulent situation, Qiao Zheng's weakness was spotted. In an incident, the entire Qiao family was killed, and Qiao Zheng's most beloved granddaughter was only twelve years old when she died.
Only Qiao Zheng survived.
Afterwards, he took revenge like a madman, and drowned the person who killed his family. It is said that the man's death was strange and miserable, and he committed suicide with a knife after being hypnotized.
After taking revenge, Qiao Zheng became a useless person. His former high spirits disappeared and he became a ruthless gangster. He even went to the street to have his fortune told and lived a very miserable life.
Now Fan Rong looked at the child, whose porcelain-white face and slightly curly hair did resemble Qiao Zheng's granddaughter. In short, the two of them looked quite compatible together.
He shook his head, driving away the strange thoughts in his mind, and planned the general attack in the evening with his staff.
…
"I've lured the Black Crows here," Lin Xi said. "They're armed. Remember to kill them instantly. Don't give them time to resist. Old man, you're a pretty good shot, right?"
"Don't look down on me, little girl." The old man snorted twice. "When I was a big shot in Hong Kong City, you didn't even know where to get your milk."
Probably not even born yet.
Lin Xi was too lazy to pay attention to him.
She was in a state of extreme excitement, and if she stayed still, her body might even tremble.
She loaded her gun and stood behind Old Man Qiao, watching him give orders to the men the Black Dragon Gang had loaned them. The old man in the Mao suit was indeed a bit intimidating, but he was immune to Lin Xi.
Because she knew that the clothes were sold to the old man at a low price by the old lady of Canglan Pavilion because she saw that the old man was handsome. The original price was 20 Hong Kong dollars, but she sold it to him for 9.9. The material was cheap and the fabric was prickly. The reason why it was only worn at night was because the threads could not be seen in the dark.
Following the old man's gesture, the people behind him rushed into the house with their newly acquired weapons. Lin Xi put on his baseball cap and fired a cold shot from behind. The gun was as calm as the person, and each shot took a life.
These people were the ones she had asked Karasuma Renya for earlier.
With the advantage in numbers and weapons, everyone inside was quickly wiped out. Lin Xi strolled into the messy room and accurately found a blond man in white clothes.
Seeing the old man's toothache expression, Lin Xi pulled out a dagger, cut off the man's eyeballs and fingers, cleaned them under the tap, wrapped them in plastic wrap and put them in his pocket.
"There's nothing for my old bones to do next, right, big brother?" The old man bent down and asked.
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