In the back alley of Jiefang Street, shadows swallowed the light.
Zhang Jianhao raised his hand and slammed it against the tightly closed wooden door with all his might, producing a dull thud.
Inside the room, an impatient voice rang out.
"They're here! They're here!"
"Creakâ"
The door hinges groaned shrilly as they opened a crack.
A gaunt young man in a leather jacket swept his gaze across the crowd like a knife, finally settling on Zhang Jianhao's face.
"Where's the money?"
Zhang Jianhao, expressionless, pulled out two thick stacks of ten-yuan notes from his pocket and waved them in front of him.
"two thousand."
Upon seeing the money, the young man's cold expression instantly melted away, replaced by a fawning smile.
"Please come in, bosses!"
The room was dimly lit, with a lone yellow light bulb hanging overhead, barely illuminating a corner.
Zhang Jianhao sniffed the mixed smells of mold and smoke in the air, his voice hoarse.
"thing."
"Here it is."
A rough voice came from the inner room.
A burly man, nearly 1.9 meters tall, walked out, his muscles bulging, carrying a heavy wooden box in his hand.
"Brother Tiger." The thin young man respectfully stepped aside.
The burly man's gaze swept over Zhang Jianhao and the others, his eyes not looking at the buyers, but rather scrutinizing a group of suicide soldiers about to go to the battlefield.
He slammed the wooden box onto the table.
"Hey buddy, the stuff I've got here is pretty good."
"But the price is also quite high."
"Unpack it," Zhang Jianhao said succinctly.
"OK".
The burly man chuckled as he lifted the lid of the box.
For a moment, everyone's breath caught in their throats.
Inside the box, the cold gleam of steel was awe-inspiring, and rows of brand-new Type 54 pistols were neatly stacked.
The burly man casually picked up a handful, weighed it in his hand, and tossed it to Zhang Jianhao.
"Type 54, currently in service with the military, a copy of the Soviet TT-33. Fixed price, two hundred per rifle, bullets extra."
Li Qiming's face darkened, and he stepped forward, his voice low.
"Dude, a hunting rifle only costs forty or fifty, and you're asking for two hundred? Are you robbing me?"
"Young man, you can't say that."
The burly man's smile remained unchanged, but his eyes turned cold.
"Can a shotgun compare to this thing?"
"I won't lie to you, things are getting tighter and tighter these days, and this stuff is getting harder and harder to get. In a few years, believe me, you won't even be able to get your hands on a hunting rifle?"
He patted Zhang Jianhao on the shoulder.
"Think about it carefully, this weight is enough to kill someone."
Zhang Jianhao toyed with the gun in his hand; the cold touch calmed his boiling blood a little.
"Ten guns, five hundred bullets, how much?"
A glint of light flashed in the burly man's eyes.
"Eighteen thousand, the bullets are a free gift from me."
"Five thousand," Zhang Jianhao calmly countered.
"Handsome, this is no fun." The burly man shook his head, then suddenly chuckled and pulled out two dark, iron lumps from under the box, tossing them in his hand.
"Eighteen thousand. In addition to the bullets, these two 'Sky-Bomb Cannons' are also yours."
Hand grenade!
Li Fuguo and the others widened their eyes instantly and gasped.
Who exactly are these guys?
They even have this kind of weaponry!
"make a deal!"
Zhang Jianhao stared intently at the two grenades, his eyes gleaming with intense light.
"happy!"
The burly man laughed and waved at the young man: "Pack it up."
He turned to look at Zhang Jianhao and said meaningfully, "Handsome, with so many tools, are you planning to pull off a big heist?"
"If you're going to rob the vault, I suggest you bring two more submachine guns; the price is negotiable."
Zhang Jianhao's face twitched.
"We're going there for revenge."
"revenge?"
Tiger grinned, a hint of cruelty in his smile.
"In our area, besides selling equipment, we also take on jobs."
"Five hundred dollars for a life. If you die, it's on us."
"Need not."
Zhang Jianhao resolutely refused. He felt that the burly man in front of him was too dangerous, like a ferocious tiger ready to devour its prey.
He even started to worry that the other party might double-cross him.
"Tiger, it's done."
The young man came over carrying a heavy tote bag.
Tiger gestured for him to hand it over to Zhang Jianhao, and said lazily, "Handsome, in business, we value repeat customers. If you find it useful, remember to come back."
Without saying a word, Zhang Jianhao counted out 1,800 yuan and slammed it on the table.
Li Fuguo stepped forward and took the bag from him; its weight made his arm suddenly feel heavy.
"Walk!"
Zhang Jianhao turned around without pausing.
Tiger squinted as he watched the menacing figures disappear outside the door.
The young man leaned closer and whispered, "Brother Tiger, what about these guys..."
"He runs a video arcade."
The young man lit a cigarette and put it in Tiger's mouth.
"Our business was taken over by a group of people from Yiwu. They come to our door every day to cause trouble, and even the police can't do anything about it."
"A couple of days ago I heard them say they were going back to the village to get hunting rifles and fight to the death, so I went up and said something. I didn't expect them to actually dare to come and buy guns."
Tiger took a deep drag on his cigarette, the smoke blurring the expression on his face.
"You'd risk your life for this little business?"
"Funing County, that's interesting."
He paused, his eyes becoming deep and unfathomable.
"Pack your things, we should go."
...
Hospital, third floor, inpatient department.
Zhang Cheng drank his bland white porridge expressionlessly.
His gaze swept over Liu Zhongren, who was slurping noodles to the side, and he shook his head slightly inwardly.
I was only shot in the ribs, I'm not crippled.
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