Jiang Cheng touched his nose and looked at Hans with a smile. It seemed that he was afraid of causing trouble, so he retreated a little, and said indifferently: "We, Longxinghui, just want to grab a piece of land in District 17 and District 18. The 1800 gun is just a casual word, and you don't have to take it in your heart. Now, it's basically satisfying to have 100 guns."

The reason why Jiang Cheng said this was a helpless move. He accidentally exposed his ambition just now. A gang wanted to have 1,000 guns, and apart from being the boss of this area, there was no other guess. Although he didn't have to care about anything when he said it in front of these people, he still felt something was wrong.

Tagore heard Jiang Cheng's request for the number of guns was shrinking so quickly, and smiled slightly. This kind of bragging and exaggerated problem can be found in many people in the underworld. He coughed gently and asked with a serious face: "As long as you can provide the appropriate raw materials, it is not a problem to sell them to you first if you make the gun, but what raw materials can you provide?"

Finally, when he reached the point, Jiang Cheng was shocked. He had already considered this question on the way to come and immediately replied: "I can provide the most important spare parts for making guns, such as gun chambers, gunpowder, bullet shells, etc. What you need to do is to combine gunpowder and bullet shells to create bullets, and use the gun chambers, triggers and loaders to create a complete gun."

If these things can be used to make guns, then gunpowder can be transported with flour or other things. There are many ways to do it. The bullet shell can be used as bullets for imitation guns. This empty bullet can be circulated in France, just a toy. In addition, the chamber of a real gun is often on the toy gun, and it can be brought to the level safely. Although there are still some minor troubles, it is not enough to mention it.

"Can you provide these things?" Tagore looked at Jiang Cheng in surprise.

What Jiang Cheng said is all important spare parts for making guns. Although it does not mean that a gun can be made with these things, if you want to get these things, you must have a very powerful official and connections.

Jiang Cheng smiled slightly: "Of course, but can you use these accessories to make a gun? If the assembly or other accessories are not in place, or even the bullet filling is incorrect, it may cause gun failure and cannot be accurately fired. If you were asked to do it, what will the finished gun failure rate be achieved?"

"Of course it can be done. As for the failure rate...it depends on what grade of raw materials it is." Tagore said immediately.

Jiang Cheng crossed his fingers with his elbows on his knees, leaned down in front of Tagore and said, "I have some channels in Myanmar. The source of goods will enter France from there. You should know more about the goods there. There is a number without me saying it."

"Myanmar?" Tagore was surprised, but then nodded: "If it was a top-notch product in Myanmar, I would like to know that the failure rate should be lower than 1%! (MISSING) Even if there is a failure, it will rarely explode."

The so-called explosion of the chamber is because of some reason that the bullet is not fired and exploded in the chamber. The explosion power generated is large and small. Depending on the power of the bullet of this kind of gun, it is said that if some guns explode, they can even break the finger of the person pulling the trigger, which is very terrifying.

Hearing this answer, Jiang Cheng nodded with satisfaction. Even the firearms assembled by the division of labor and cooperation of the military factories in Myanmar have a high failure rate. It would be good that Tagore could reach this level.

After thinking about it, Jiang Cheng said, "Okay, then we'll make that decision. I'll find a way to get a batch of such things to France soon. If I'm satisfied with what you make, we can cooperate for a long time. Let's talk about the conditions below. What kind of reward do you want to get? Money or?"

"We want guns too!" Before Tagore could speak, Hans next to him said first.

After looking at Hans, Tagore stared at Jiang Cheng and said, "Just Hans said, we also need guns, but these guns can be handled by us. Whether they are sold or kept for themselves, you cannot interfere. For every ten guns made for you, I ask for three of them as a reward."

"Can I ask? How much does a gun you usually sell to other people?"

"500 euros are the modified guns we sell. If they are high-end goods leaked from the hands of the army or the police, they can be sold for 800 euros. But this is just usually. Sometimes even if you have money, you can't buy guns or you can't find someone you want to buy. These are secret transactions in the black market." Hans said.

Jiang Cheng nodded to show that he understood that large gangs wanted to buy guns but could not find a way. Even if some small gangs or individuals had guns in their hands, they did not dare to do business with large gangs, or did business with unfamiliar people, and were worried about being criticized or fishing for law enforcement.

After thinking about it, Jiang Cheng shook his head gently, raised his two fingers and said to Tagore: "For every ten guns, I can only pay you two guns as a reward. You know, if you want to get these goods from Myanmar and bring them safely into France, it will take a lot of money to manage them."

Tagore and Hans were silent for a long time. Hans came to Tagore, lay on his wheelchair, and said this to Tagore softly for a long time.

"We promised your conditions, but you must also promise us one." Tagore suddenly looked at Jiang Cheng and said.

"What conditions? Even if it's all."

"You must not sell these made guns to Red Gloves and the Martin Gang." Tagore said with a gloomy face.

Jiang Cheng looked at him in surprise, wondering what the past between Tagore and these two gangs had, and would make such a special request. But Jiang Cheng nodded without expecting it and said, "Please rest assured about this. Our guns are not enough, and we will not be sold to others."

Tagore nodded with satisfaction, as if he had agreed to the deal.

Jiang Cheng was delighted. As long as this path is opened up, Longxinghui will be able to obtain long-term gun supply in the future. Although he said it was difficult to get these things from Myanmar, there was actually not much pressure. There was also Longxinghui distribution in Myanmar. Moreover, Myanmar is a country in civil war, with military factories and small workshops almost everywhere. It is no problem to get some desirable goods.

Once these goods are brought in, maybe only the only way to enter France will be to have a headache, but from the chaotic border from Myanmar, you can first transport things from them to the French pass through sea. At that time, just need to handle some customs personnel and want to get through the inspection, it should not be a big problem.

"By the way, I want to buy some guns now. Do you have any inventory here?" Jiang Cheng asked at Tagore.

Tagore lowered his head and thought for a while, turned his head and said to the bodyguard next to him, "Charlton, bring the remaining guns we have."

The bald black man named Charlton agreed and immediately ran into the villa and walked towards the second floor.

Jiang Cheng glanced at the various gun parts placed on the table and asked curiously: "You usually assemble these things? Where did you get the raw materials?"

"No, I just disassembled the previously assembled, and then put it back. This is one of my fun. After all, staying in this place is so boring." Tagore grabbed a gun's shell from the table and put it in his arms, then grabbed various spare parts on the table with his hands flying, assembled them together. In just two minutes, a complete pistol appeared in his hand.

Jiang Cheng saw that Tagore really had two brushes and was very familiar with the gun. He actually reassembled a broken pistol in just a short time.

Tagore threw the assembled pistol to Jiang Cheng and said, "These guns are assembled before and all kinds of spare parts have been carefully debugged, so they can be assembled without much effort. If they are just like the accessories you mentioned before, even if you do your best, you can only assemble one in a day. What I said is to ensure its shooting accuracy and safety."

Jiang Cheng took the pistol thrown by Tagore, grabbed it in his hand and weighed it gently. It weighed about six or seven pounds. If it was used by a woman, it might feel a bit heavy. However, compared with the gun in the hands of another black man before, it was much finer and had a texture to touch. It was a semi-automated pistol, which could load six bullets in total and fire six times quickly.

Tagore grabbed three bullets standing on the table and threw them to Jiang Cheng, and said, "If you like, you can give this gun to you. Try the shooting ability and accuracy of this gun. Just use the three oranges over there." As he said that, he raised his hand and pointed at the flower bed next to him.

Jiang Cheng grabbed the bullet in his hand, and looked at his fingers. He saw a huge swimming pool in front of the back garden. There was a small flower bed on both sides of the front end of the swimming pool. There were oranges planted on the flower bed on the left. There were three golden small oranges hanging on the branches, each of which was only the size of a thumb. When the breeze strode, the slender orange tree caused the oranges on it to sway back and forth.

Jiang Cheng smiled slightly, then his expression immediately became calm and solemn. He quickly opened the magazine loading clamp and pressed the magazine loading clamp. The magazine loading clamp immediately popped out. He took the magazine loading clamp with his left hand, and when the pistol bullet was loaded into the magazine loading clamp, he quickly filled the magazine loading clamp into the base of the pistol.

The whole set of movement took only thirty seconds, which was extremely smooth and without any sluggishness.

Moreover, this is not the end. When Jiang Cheng finished loading, he immediately raised his pistol and pointed it at the orange tree. The orange tree was still swaying at this moment.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Jiang Cheng fired three shots in a row, without any intention of aiming at it. His body moved with instinctive movements.
Chapter completed!