A burly, tall, strong and powerful bald black man walked out of the crowd. He grabbed a machete in his hand, and a gun was inserted behind his right butt. He came to the front of the alley and shouted, "The people inside are out and let us go!"

When he spoke, he stared at the alley and kept walking back and forth outside the alley. He was unhappy, but he showed a sense of arrogance from his expression and manner.

Jiang Cheng raised his gun and pointed at the black man next to him, pointing his chin outside: "Is this person your boss?"

Before the black man could speak, Johnson suddenly said, "Brother Cheng, I remember that this man was the one who went to my Jeet Kune Gym and sold me guns."

The black man hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "No, but it can be said that his name is Hans, who is currently managing the Black Fu Club."

"Is that?" Jiang Cheng nodded without comment, thought for a while, threw the pistol to Jing Long behind him, and said lightly: "You guys stay here, I'll go out and talk to them." As he said that, he walked out of the alley.

"Brother Cheng, no, it's too dangerous for you to go alone!" Johnson hurriedly wanted to stop him from behind, but was grabbed by Jing Long.

Johnson looked at Jing Long in surprise, not understanding why he stopped him.

Jing Long shook his head at Johnson and chuckled, "Forget it, you will know Brother Cheng's personality in the future. As long as he says it, he will definitely do it and will never regret it. Let's not waste our efforts to persuade him."

Johnson looked at the people around him in surprise. The brothers from Longxinghui looked at him with laughter and nodded at him. One of them shouted: "That's right, Brother Jinglong is right. Brother Cheng is such a person. We have long been used to it."

As these people spoke, Jiang Cheng walked unhappily and slowly to the alley, his eyes swept around the many black people around him, and finally fell on the burly black man named Hans. This man was tall and full of muscles. He was not as dead as ordinary people, but looked very energetic and explosive. He knew he was a very capable person at first glance.

"My friend has seen you." Jiang Cheng raised his hand and pointed at Hans and said with a smile: "I heard that you are selling guns to others, so we Longxing would want to buy some."

"Longxinghui?" Hans frowned, stopped in place and looked at Jiang Cheng in surprise, then shook his head and said, "We have no guns to sell now. If you want to buy them, go find the Arabs. Those guys have them in their hands, and they can even get the things that are blown by the US military grenades."

Jiang Cheng did not show a disappointed look, smiled and shook his head, then asked softly: "Why can it be done before, but now it can't be sold?"

Hans frowned and said coldly: "Don't worry about this, let us go quickly, otherwise..." He snapped his fingers.

With Hans's fingers snapping, the black men with guns behind him pulled out the gun and raised their hands to look at Jiang Cheng together. In an instant, more than a dozen black gun holes surrounded Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Chengqing smiled innocently and said, "Everyone put down the gun. Don't be so excited. I'm here to discuss business, not to make enemies. If you can't sell the gun to me, it's because there are not enough raw materials. Maybe we can talk about this."

When Hans heard this, a hint of surprise appeared on his face and asked in his heart: "What do you want to talk about?"

Although the gangs in the Black Server Club are not big, because the boss has been in a military factory in the Middle East for a while, he not only can assemble and manufacture various guns, but also know a little about grenades and land mines. Therefore, in the 17th and 18th districts, it was originally a little famous. Ordinary small gangs dare not fight against him, and they kept selling guns to other gangs and made a fortune. Even gangs in other gangs of Paris have come to buy guns.

But not long ago, they found that the raw materials used to make guns were cut off, so naturally they could not make guns. Later, after investigation, it was the Martin Gang and Red Gloves who jointly took action to prohibit anyone from selling raw materials to them.

This is easy to understand. Black Bat will have conflicts with the Martin Gang. If you continue to make guns, the stronger your strength will be, the greater the threat to the Martin Gang. The reason why Red Gloves took action is because they are the gang among the nearby gangs, except for the Arab gang that has the most guns and hot weapons. If Black Wing is allowed to sell guns at will, it will break the balance of power.

With such a background inside, Hansen felt a sudden change in his heart when he heard Jiang Cheng talking about the ingredients with him. If Jiang Cheng could sell them the ingredients, Hei Fuhui would be able to return to the days when he was delicious and spicy.

"Of course, I can provide you with the raw materials for making guns, including bullets, grenades, etc., but before that, I want to meet the boss of the Hei Fuhui, the person who is good at making military weapons."

"You want to see the boss?" Hans frowned.

"Yes, I just want to know what he can make. If the quality is not reliable, it will be useless for me to come. In addition, the question about raw materials, if it is just a semi-finished product of a gun, it needs to be assembled, so I cannot provide such raw materials." Jiang Cheng replied with a smile.

Hans frowned and looked at the ground, thought for a long time, and waved to the people next to him.

A teenager walked out of the black crowd, hurried forward with a cell phone in his hand, and handed the phone to Hans.

Hans took the phone from the boy's hand, dialed a number, walked to the remote garden next to him, and said this to the person on the phone, making fierce quarrels from time to time. It seemed that the two people had some disagreements. After seven or eight minutes, Hans came back, handed the phone to the boy, raised his head and looked at Jiang Cheng and said.

"I can take you to meet our boss, but you are the only one."

"No problem, let's go now." Jiang Cheng was quite straightforward and nodded in agreement.

Hans looked at Jiang Cheng in surprise, but then nodded, raised his hand and made a move towards the crowd behind him. Two of the black men walked to Jiang Cheng, standing on both sides of his body, one left and one right.

The black man on Jiang Cheng's right glanced at Jiang Cheng lightly, took out a black cloth cover from his pocket and said, "We have to cover your head now. You can't lift it up in the middle, otherwise we will kill you."

"Yes." Jiang Cheng nodded understandingly: "But before that, I have to say hello to my friends and wait for me for two minutes." As he said that, he walked into the alley.

When he arrived inside, Jiang Cheng explained the situation to everyone, then smiled and said, "So I want to follow them, you will go back to Longxing Jeet Kune Do to the end."

"Brother Cheng, it's too dangerous for you to follow them alone?!" Johnson looked at Jiang Cheng worriedly.

Jing Long also frowned and thought for a while and said, "Brother Cheng, I won't stop you from other things, but I suggest you think about this matter carefully. If you arrive at their nest and the matter breaks down, you will be in danger by then."

Lin Yu also nodded slightly in agreement.

Jiang Cheng smiled slightly and said, "I naturally know this, but for the future development of Longxinghui in France, it is necessary to take the risk of developing the guns in their hands. The guns in their hands are cheap and can also be made by themselves. Once the conditions are agreed, Longxinghui can get a large amount of guns and ammunition, and then we can compete for territory with those big gangs. How can Longxinghui develop without these guns and weapons?"

"This..." Jing Long was speechless. Jiang Cheng's words did make sense, but using his own life to fight for opportunities still made him feel inappropriate.

"Okay, after you return to Longxing Club, don't mention this to Brother Zhuge, just say that I've finished traveling." Jiang Cheng finally instructed.

After doing this, Jiang Cheng walked back to the outside of the alley. These black customers had just communicated, and they all seemed very happy. Their eyes looked at Jiang Cheng even more eagerly, which made Jiang Cheng happy. These guys were indeed very troubled by the raw materials.

"Let's go." Jiang Cheng said to the two black men.

Two men in black nodded, one of them put a black cloth cover on Jiang Cheng's head, and then the two men supported Jiang Cheng's arms from left and right and left outside the square.

With the help of two black men, Jiang Cheng walked for about five minutes and came to a car and took a seat. He heard the sound along the way and knew that he had walked to a very remote place, where the car was waiting for him.

After getting into the car, Jiang Cheng heard Hans' voice. He was sitting in the same car with him. So he smiled softly and asked at her: "I want to know, Hans, what is the chance of your gun breaking down during use?"

"It's rare. Although it's modified guns, my elder brother's technology is very good. You can rest assured that if we can really provide us with raw materials, we will definitely buy a batch of guns for you to use the cheapest price." Hans promised: "The firearms we use should be considered 3%! (MISSING) failure rate."

After thinking about it, Hans added: "This is just for ordinary guns. If one or two guns are modified carefully, the failure rate can be further reduced."

"3%!?(MISSING)" Jiang Chengqing frowned and measured it carefully in his mind.

The MISSING failure rate of 3% is pretty good for such a small workshop, but there is still a big gap with Jiang Cheng's expectations. Sometimes a sudden failure of a gun represents the difference between life and death.

After a long time of consideration, Jiang Cheng decided to meet the gun maker and then decide whether to cooperate with Hei Fuhui. However, for gangs like Longxinghui, the gun failure rate is 3%! (MISSING) does not seem to be a big deal, because they are all dispatched in groups, and quantity is more important than quality.

The car drove for half an hour and suddenly stopped. The black cloth cover on Jiang Cheng's head was also allowed to be taken off at this time, and they had arrived at their destination.

Jiang Cheng took off his black hood and sat in the car and glanced around. In front of him was a forest with green grass and fragrant flowers. There was a white villa building in the center of the forest! It seemed that the boss of the Heifuhui Society lived in this villa.
Chapter completed!