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Zhai Qiang and Mike were both sweating profusely at this moment, but they were gritting their teeth and persisting.
Johnson was dismantling and assembling the AK rifle with the simplest structure over and over again. As the number of times increased, his speed increased.
Seeing him like this, Zhang Feng's eyes lit up.
Disassembling and assembling firearms can best reveal a person's sensitivity to firearms. The more sensitive a person is, the easier it will be to shoot in the future.
Zhai Qiang and Mike were about to reach their limit, so Zhang Feng asked them to stop.
Physical fitness training is not something that happens overnight. What is required is long-term persistence, otherwise it will only have more than enough effect.
Just tell the two of them what you just told Johnson about the rifle, and then let them disassemble and assemble it together with Johnson.
The morning passed so quickly, and in the afternoon Zhai Qiang and Mike both had their own affairs to be responsible for.
And Zhao Qiang also pulled the sound insulation material back into the house.
Johnson, Zhang Feng and Zhao Qiang started to renovate the basement by themselves.
A large amount of sound insulation materials are laid on the floor and walls of the room, which has achieved a good enough sound insulation effect. Once the gunfire leaks out, it will inevitably be heard by interested people, not to mention that this place is only two meters away from the government army station in Rwandan. The distance of kilometers requires great caution.
But now there are only a few bullets left in the three rifles, and they still need to be saved for self-defense.
The most urgent thing now is to purchase a batch of arms, not only for self-defense, but also for training by Johnson and others.
"Er Qiangzi, how is your inquiry about the arms?" Zhang Feng asked sitting on the sofa in the evening after finishing the basement renovation.
"Brother Feng, I have bought guns on the black market before, but the price was very high, and I don't know how many hands I bought. I want to ask around in the next few days to see if there are any reliable buyers. ." Zhao Qiang replied.
Hearing Zhao Qiang's words, Zhang Feng shook his head slightly and said: "Er Qiangzi, you are a bit far away from the near. No matter whether it is a large or small arms dealer, there must be suppliers behind it, and we can purchase batches from them first. batch,
After both parties reach a trusting relationship, large-volume purchases come in. There aren't that many goods. If arms dealers want to make money, they will naturally pick up the goods from suppliers. "
"Yes, why didn't I think of that? That's okay, Brother Feng, I'll go find him early tomorrow morning." Zhao Qiang scratched his head and said with sudden realization.
"I'll go with you tomorrow, Johnson. You stay and continue to supervise their training, okay?"
Hearing this, Johnson nodded and said in awkward Chinese, imitating the names of Zhao Qiang and others: "I know, Brother Feng."
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The next morning, before the sky was bright, Zhang Feng and Zhao Qiang drove the latter's dilapidated jeep out of the house quickly.
Zhang Feng wore a peaked cap on his head, slightly covering the almost healed scars on his face. He carried an AK-47 on his back, with the safety on, ready to fire at any time.
The vehicle slowly drove out of the city limits and entered the alleys on the outskirts of the city.
Although it was still early, you could see many big black men standing on the street with wary expressions, all of them carrying weapons.
There were even some black men gathered together in groups of three or four, standing in the corner, smoking marijuana in high spirits.
The vehicle stopped at the entrance of a dilapidated yard, and Zhang Feng got out of the car facing Zhao Qiang.
Zhao Qiang knocked on the door, and a long time later a black man about thirty years old opened the door a crack from the inside and said in a cold voice: "What are you doing?"
"This is not the first time I've come here to find Ping Sang." Zhao Qiang said coldly.
"Wait." After saying it without saltiness, the door closed again with a bang.
After ten minutes, the door was reopened from the inside. The black man who walked out at the beginning looked to be about fifty years old, with a thick beard but a clean shaven head.
"Zhao? What are you doing here? I heard that your home was just taken away."
The corner of Zhao Qiang's mouth twitched twice, and he cursed: "Ping Sang, don't say sarcastic words. What else can I do if I come to you? I want to find a woman, and you don't have any here either."
The man in the lead was Ping Sang in Zhao Qiang’s mouth. He was not surprised when he heard Zhao Qiang’s words, but instead
He turned to Zhang Feng and asked, "What does he do?"
"Made, of course my little brother." Zhao Qiang said cursingly. This was what he and Zhang Feng had agreed upon when they went out again. After all, Zhang Feng was a stranger.
Ping Sang looked at Zhang Feng again and said to Zhao Qiang: "You should understand the rules here. You must search yourself when entering. Leave all weapons behind and return them when you leave."
"Of course I understand the rules." Zhao Qiang nodded, then turned to Zhang Feng and nodded.
Zhang Feng took off the assault rifle from his backpack and handed it to the black man next to him.
The other two big men behind Ping Sang came over and searched Zhao Qiang and Zhang Feng, but no weapons were found.
As Ping Sang sat in the yard, Ping Sang asked: "Zhao, what are you going to buy this time? A pistol, a rifle, or a grenade?"
"I want them all! Mad, I was tricked just now and I have to find my way back. Money, I don't care, as long as there are good goods, I want them!" Zhang Feng said, patting his chest.
Hearing this, Ping Sang's eyes lit up. Weapons are usually sold in quantities of one or two, and bullets are sold in quantities of one or two thousand rounds. Now, judging from what he said, there may be a big order coming to the door.
Suddenly his face lit up with joy, and he said with a smile: "Let's sit inside first, and I'll have someone bring the samples. As long as you buy a large quantity, the price can be negotiated."
"Okay!" Zhao Qiang agreed eagerly.
Ping Sang turned to his men, whispered a few instructions, and then walked into the room with Zhang Feng and Zhao Qiang.
The decoration in the room is not as shabby as the outside. The leather sofas look very stylish.
He took out the expensive cigars that he was reluctant to smoke from the drawer and handed them to Zhao Qiang. Ping Sang tentatively said: "Zhao, I don't know how much goods you need this time. If you tell me, I will have a better idea. "
"Fuck, I'll tell you everything."
Zhao Qiang leaned forward slightly, and deliberately lowered his voice to say what Zhang Feng had asked him to say, "I met a foreign donor who is not short of money! I don't want rubbish, only the best." And I have a huge appetite, so I’m afraid your inventory is too small and there won’t be enough to eat.”