Ye Jian, who came down from the upper floor, was led by J5 into the basement built in the small building. After passing through a small dark underground tunnel, he turned to the right and saw the snowy white light in front of him. It was a bit like the illusion of hell leading to the entrance to heaven. .
Compared with the gloom of the small building, the light in the basement where the guns were placed was so white that it was a bit dazzling.
Ye Jian saw the store, a rough middle-aged man with his right foot and thigh broken, and his empty trousers knotted.
Although the middle-aged man's body is disabled, he has a pair of eagle-like eyes, and his straight gaze brings an inexplicable gloomy feeling.
"Six micro-punch... Six pistols, each with three magazines, the number of you... Check it out yourself, okay... Come out and tell me. Next to the test room, there are not many bullets... Save some test guns." The vocal cords were damaged. The store finished speaking slowly, then left with crutches.
When passing by Ye Jian, he suddenly looked back. Ye Jian noticed his gaze and immediately turned to look.
He didn't expect that he would be caught by Ye Jian when he looked back. After a short stunned, he looked at Ye Jian's eyes, and a strange color flashed in those eagle-like eyes, "You, look very beautiful." .
No offense, no moles, a low and hoarse voice, like remembering something, a little sad.
Ye Jian didn't know how to answer for a while, and finally nodded at him slightly: "Thank you."
"He has a daughter who was directly burned to ashes by artillery fire when he was ten years old." J5 handed Ye Jian a handful of American micro-imprints. "Before his daughter was killed, he had almost 4,000 troops in his hand. After his daughter was blown up, he disbanded the four thousand soldiers and went to seek revenge for Rililla alone. Unfortunately, the revenge was not met. Instead, he lost a leg. After he was wounded, he became the largest arms dealer in this area. His mouth was strict and trustworthy. "
Otherwise, he would not bring Qin Xiu here.
The man seemed to be unable to understand English. He saw Ye Jian taking the gun, his movements were familiar with the maneuver, and he nodded lightly and seemed to express his appreciation.
Ye Jian did not look at him anymore, holding up the micro-gun in both hands to check whether it was okay, raising his hand, the silver wire wrapped around his wrist flashed a silver light in the white light, behind him, the man who did not leave said, "The silver in your hand When the silk reaches us, there is still the island, so it’s best not to expose it lightly."
Ye Jian, who did not understand the language of the neighboring country, realized that the man who had not left was talking to him, so she looked at J5 who had been communicating with him in the language of the neighboring country.
J5 was looking at the silver thread in Ye Jian’s hand. He always thought it was Ye Jian’s favorite silver jewelry. He didn’t expect it to be... Say, the silver thread of your wrist should not be exposed easily when it reaches Linguo and Ridao."
Ye Jian, who was shocked in his heart, turned around, looking at each other with dark and clear eyes, "Do you know where it came from?"
J5 translation, the man nodded, and his dark mouth moved slowly, "I know, it's great, you have it, it's good." This time he no longer speaks the local language, and pauses word by word in Chinese. He replied, "Here we are, it's better to show up less, it's not good."
The Yinsixia team had also checked its origins, but there was nothing to gain. In the past few years, I didn't expect an inconspicuous arms dealer to recognize it at a glance.
While Ye Jian was shocked, she was also secretly vigilant.