"Get out of the car, the boss is inside." A member of the Black Bat Club walked out of the car and pointed a gun at Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Chengsi looked at the white villa and villa on the other side, walked out of the car, and walked slowly into the villa. At the same time, he was also observing the surrounding environment. There was a small forest around him, and there was a bungalow residential area on the southeast side not far away. It was like a corner of the countryside in the city. The surrounding buildings and fields had a French rural style.

"Go away quickly, don't look around." A member of the Black Bat Club followed Jiang Cheng closely, watching him look around constantly, and urged dissatisfiedly, pushing him with a gun on his back.

Jiang Cheng's face turned cold, he turned his head and looked at the black man behind him, glared at him fiercely, and said coldly: "I advise you not to put this (MISSING) thing that is 3%! (MISSING) at a chance to malfunction and fire, otherwise it may make me nervous for a moment and do something that will not make you happy."

The black man touched Jiang Cheng's sharp and cold eyes and took a step back without hesitation, but then he was a little angry at his actions. He stepped forward with one foot, pushed his shoulder with his left hand, and the right hand holding the gun was about to push the gun on his waist, and said viciously: "Give me honest, otherwise..."

Jiang Cheng noticed the black man's behavior, raised his eyebrows and his body was in a soft circle on the spot, facing the black man, raised his right hand and grabbed his wrist holding the gun, pinched his meridian acupoint and twisted it hard. The black man's hand opened weakly, and the pistol fell off his hand and fell to the ground.

Without the pistol falling to the ground, Jiang Cheng bent down and reached out to take it, took it in his hand, and gently tapped it on the ground, turned around from the right side of the black man, and instantly came behind him. He strangled his neck from behind the black man's left arm, and grabbed the gun and pushed it on the guy's temple with the gun, and asked coldly.

"You said just now...what!?"

The black man was so scared that his legs were weak. Before he could react, he saw Jiang Cheng turn to face him, then he had already snatched the gun, and turned his whole body behind him, pressing his temple with the gun from behind. The series of movements were as fast as lightning, and he didn't give him any time to react.

Feeling the cold muzzle in the temple, the black man was timid and could not say anything, and even forgot to beg for mercy.

"How does this gun feel at yourself?" Jiang Cheng asked coldly: "I don't want to shoot. Maybe just by touching the trigger, it will go off fire, although it is only 3% (MISSING) chance, do you dare to gamble?"

The black man was sweating all over, his body trembled slightly, so he was so stiff that he did not dare to move around, for fear that as Jiang Cheng said, the gun would break down and fire with a slight move.

The members of the Black Bat Club who were walking in front and behind all looked here in surprise, especially those responsible for observing Jiang Cheng. The members who followed Jiang Cheng immediately took out a gun from their arms in panic, held the gun in both hands and pointed it at Jiang Cheng.

When Jiang Cheng saw this scene, his face turned even colder and said coldly: "Put down the gun! I said, don't use this kind of thing that makes me nervous, otherwise I can't guarantee your safety."

Hans next to him clearly saw the scene of Jiang Cheng killing the gun before. At this moment, he saw that the two sides were at a strife, and hurriedly raised his hand and shouted loudly: "Put down the gun, put down the gun, don't use the gun to point the gun at this Asian man anymore. He is very likely to be our business partner."

The other two or three black men looked at each other and slowly lowered their guns, but they still looked at Jiang Cheng with vigilant eyes.

Jiang Cheng looked at Hans and smiled slightly, let go of the hand of the black man in front of him, the gun hole left his temple, gently pushed forward from behind, and staggered forward a few steps. Then Jiang Cheng raised his hand and threw the gun to Hans: "Let's leave this gun to you for safekeeping."

"Bang!" Hansen raised one hand, caught the pistol in the air, and then looked at Jiang Cheng and said, "You are amazing, but if you use such extreme actions every time, I can't guarantee that there will be a misunderstanding next time."

"As long as you don't make dangerous moves," Jiang Cheng spread his hands and smiled.

If you want to become a trading partner or have a good relationship with other gangsters, the fastest and most effective way is to let the other party know your strength, whether it is economic strength or other aspects. Otherwise, if you are looked down upon by the other party, you will not be able to become friends, and even make the other party feel that you are weak and easy to bully and make some stupid moves.

"Come with me, my brother is inside, but after going out from here, I hope you can forget about seeing him from here." Hans inserted his gun into the back of his belt, waved his hand to Jiang Cheng, and signaled him to enter the white villa together.

"I understand." Jiang Cheng nodded and said understandingly, and then walked into the villa with Hans.

Pushing open the door of the villa, Hans took Jiang Cheng to the inside. Without checking any other rooms, he took him to the back garden of the villa and explained lightly: "My elder brother doesn't like to stay at home. He feels this is very restrained, so he often enjoys flowers in the back garden, which is also the location of his factory."

Jiang Cheng nodded in his heart. It was indeed very suitable for testing guns in this remote and secluded place. He just didn't know what kind of person Hans's eldest brother was. A gangster boss could endure loneliness and stay in such a place.

After walking for a while, the two of them came to the back garden of the villa. At this time, there were three people on the back door platform of the villa. Two bald black bodyguards wearing sunglasses stood behind the man in the middle. The man in the middle was not standing, but was sitting in a wheelchair, wiping a gun in his hand. There was a table in front of his wheelchair, and there were various gun parts on the table.

"Brother, I'm bringing that person here." Hans walked forward, came to the man sitting in the wheelchair and bowed respectfully, and said softly.

The man in the wheelchair heard Hans' words and looked at him, then turned his head to look at Jiang Cheng who was standing not far away. While wiping the gun in his hand, he asked Jiang Cheng lightly: "It's you? Can you provide us with the raw materials for making pulp?" There was a hint of suspicion in his tone.

Jiang Cheng carefully observed this person for a few minutes.

He is a bald black man in his fifties. He has a fat and old body. His short beard on his upper lips has turned gray. He is wearing a red and blue casual shirt, which looks colorful and a little fashionable. His belly is big and looks a bit rich. He is wearing a short casual shorts with a coconut tree pattern on it, giving people a pampering and rich man.

Then, Jiang Cheng's eyes fell on his wheelchair and legs. The man was sitting in a high-end electric wheelchair with thin ankles and all the muscles in his calves had atrophy. The high-end electric wheelchair also had some years. It seemed that for some reason, he had been half of his body for a long time.

Jiang Cheng withdrew his gaze and nodded and said, "Yes, if the conditions are right, I can get some raw materials, but the premise is that you can make these raw materials into complete guns and sell them to us." While saying that, he raised his finger and pointed at the gun in his hand.

In his hand was a very exquisitely made black pistol, which was very short and looked only ten centimeters long. It was like a pistol used by a secret agent. It was very convenient to hide. It was placed in his pocket, which was equivalent to putting a pack of things the size of a cigarette.

"Okay, sit down and tell me what conditions you have." The black man in the wheelchair winked at the black bodyguard beside him and said to Jiang Cheng.

The bodyguard immediately brought a chair from not far from the back garden and placed it next to the black man, making a call to Jiangcheng.

Jiang Cheng smiled slightly, walked forward without shirking, sat on the chair, adjusted the direction and sitting posture of the chair, and faced the black man in the wheelchair.

The black man in the wheelchair picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, then put it down and rushed to Jiang Cheng with a smile, "Are you Chinese? I like Chinese tea very much, let me introduce myself first, my name is Tagore."

"Yes, I am Chinese, my name is Jiang Cheng." Jiang Cheng also said with a smile.

Tagore nodded with a smile: "Then let's talk about your conditions. What kind of raw materials can you provide? What is the price to obtain a gun from me?"

"It's very simple!" Jiang Cheng looked down at the table, thought for a while in his mind, then looked up at Tagore and said, "I need a lot of money, the more the better, so I hope that all the guns made from the raw materials provided to you will be sold to us, and..."

After a little pause, Jiang Cheng looked at the gun parts on the table: "The raw materials I can provide are not something that can be formed by random assembly, because it is not easy to pass the French barrier and cannot be produced in large quantities."

"Mass production?" Tagore looked at Jiang Cheng in surprise, then smiled and said, "Do you think you want mass production? How many do you want? Is 380 enough?"

"I want to have at least 1,000 more than one," Jiang Cheng replied.

Hearing this, everyone around him took a breath. Jiang Cheng and his team were just a small gang in France, and they actually wanted to buy 1,000 guns as soon as they opened their mouths. This number is too huge. For example, the Red Glove Gang. Now the number of guns in the entire gang is no more than 200. What exactly do Jiang Cheng and his team want such a large number of guns?

"You might want to attack a certain military base in France, right?" Hans couldn't help asking.

"Hahaha..." Jiang Cheng chuckled, waved his hand and said, "Don't make such a joke. If 1,000 shoddy guns attack the military base, wouldn't it be a death? We are not stupid enough to fight against the national army."

Hans breathed a sigh of relief, but asked strangely: "What do you want so many guns to do? If we don't explain the reason, we can't provide it."
Chapter completed!