Cao Zhiqiang looked at the man in a dark-skinned tunic suit again, and after noticing that the man nodded towards him, he opened the doorknob and walked in.

On the contrary, it may be more convenient to use a sidecar tricycle commonly used by the police, but it will easily attract attention.

Because he can carry out sneak attacks and has a Type 56 assault rifle, which fires continuously, it is not easy to shoot two people with only pistols at close range.

"Do you want to smoke?" The white-haired old man picked up a box of Chinese cigarettes.

As long as Cao Zhiqiang wants to, he can put the handcuffs into space at any time, and in the real world, this means that the handcuffs disappear out of thin air, allowing Cao Zhiqiang to regain his freedom.

"Yes." The young man with fair skin next to him said, "These are all small alleys. It is difficult for ordinary cars to drive, and they are too eye-catching. On the contrary, this kind of three-wheeler is not eye-catching, and it is easy to walk on the streets.

The alley is more convenient, what do you think?"

Cao Zhiqiang took a deep breath, adjusted his collar, and then knocked on the door.

"Relax, relax." The white-haired old man chuckled, "I'm looking for you this time because I'm really curious about you and want to chat with you casually. Don't be afraid, hahaha."

It is precisely because of his thorough preparation that Cao Zhiqiang can be so bold and calm.

Of course, the weapons inside are generally light weapons such as 56 semi-automatic, 56 punch, 54 pistols, and countless ammunition.

It is only normal for a company like this to have its own arsenal.

But riding on an ordinary tuk-tuk that solicits passengers is no different from an ordinary taxi.

Cao Zhiqiang's system space, except that it cannot collect living people, is basically not picky about other things. If used well, this itself is a powerful BUG skill.

"Sorry." The dark-skinned man said, "We are operating in secret this time. In order to ensure safety, confidentiality, and convenience, we use this tricycle."

If nothing else, let’s talk about Cao Zhiqiang’s system space. It’s not that powerful, and it’s definitely not as simple as putting things in and out.

Sure enough, after walking along Houhai for a while, I soon saw a tricycle parked on the side of the road, and it was a very ordinary kind, the kind of tricycle that is common in the market that solicits customers, a bit like the one that later

Tuk Tuk popular in India.

That's right, Hongguang Machinery Factory is one of the few specific implementation units in Beijing that specializes in destroying guns. Many guns that need to be scrapped are brought to Hongguang Machinery Factory for centralized destruction, and then the useful parts are extracted.

carry out reproduction.

In addition, the attitude of these two comrades, especially the behavior of not putting a blindfold and handcuffs on Cao Zhiqiang, made Cao Zhiqiang even more convinced that they had no ill intentions, because if they were spies or the like, for safety reasons, they would definitely handcuff Cao Zhiqiang, or at least find someone

Something blocked his mouth to stop him from shouting.

In addition, when he had free time before, Cao Zhiqiang would also go to the factory's militia shooting range to practice target shooting, so he used the May 4th pistol and the 56th pistol fairly well, at least within fifty meters, with a single shot.

When shooting at a fixed human-shaped target, the gun will definitely not miss the mark and the gun will hit the target.

"Please come in!" came an old but energetic voice from inside.

After entering, I made many twists and turns, and finally stopped in front of a five-story, unremarkable building.

It can be said that even though the two comrades who call themselves the Security Department have guns on their bodies, if they really fight, Cao Zhiqiang has a greater chance of winning.

In fact, in Cao Zhiqiang's personal space, there are always two fully loaded May 4th pistols with 100 rounds of pistol ammunition, and a fully loaded Type 56 submachine gun with 1,000 rounds of rifle ammunition.

There are a hundred grenades.

Cao Zhiqiang raised his hands in a cooperative manner and asked the other party to search him inside and out. After making sure there was nothing wrong, he let Cao Zhiqiang in.

The two men in Chinese tunic suits nodded at the same time.

Looking at the half cigarette on his hand and the pile of cigarette butts in the ashtray on the coffee table, it shows that he is a smoker.

Cao Zhiqiang then forced a smile.

The white-haired old man smiled and said: "I also know that it is a bit presumptuous to invite you here suddenly, but... forget it, you can have a sip of tea first to calm down, and then we can talk slowly."

Cao Zhiqiang smiled again, picked up the cup of tea he poured with both hands, and took a gentle sip.

Well, the jasmine tea is not particularly top-notch, but it is not particularly bad either. It is above average. It has a similar taste to the jasmine tea that Yu De Shui, Yu Yuanyuan and her father often drink.
Chapter completed!