When I saw Heiman again, she was still wearing that tight-fitting leather jacket, revealing her perfect golden proportions. The only difference was that this black leather jacket was no longer the black and shiny one when she went to bed with him.
They are not the same model, but Canglong can see that this is not only the same model, but also the same one.
This kind of leather jacket is specially customized by the Assassin's League for female assassins. It is extremely flexible and can not only perform various difficult movements, but can also prevent ordinary bullet penetration. Even a special saber is difficult to cut.
, this kind of leather clothing is called snake clothing within the Assassin's League.
Just like the skin on a snake, it has scales, but it can't be seen from the outside. Men can also wear this kind of leather clothing, but Canglong doesn't like this kind of snake clothing, because when performing tasks, this kind of snake clothing
It does not bring you any sense of security, but will make you lose some necessary vigilance because of these clothes.
So every time he performs a mission, he almost always wears naked clothes and only prepares some necessary fifth-grade items. In fact, for Heiman, the function of the snake suit is not bulletproof, but can change color three-dimensionally, making it look more beautiful.
It is beautiful and highlights her figure. For a female killer like her, the ultimate stunt is a beauty trap. External beauty is also part of her training.
"Are you worried?" Heiman asked.
"It won't affect the mission!" Canglong didn't hide it, but he didn't explain it either.
It is now considered a mission period, so he must make his partners trust him. Any small mistake may cause unnecessary trouble, although he has always been a loner.
"I hope so." Heiman was no longer confused. She was driving an ordinary Volkswagen. After both of them got in the car, Heiman said, "Check the time!"
Canglong raised his wrist, and the Patek Philippe and Heiman's Rolex were stuck together. The time was very accurate, without any difference. This is why Canglong used such an expensive watch. At least it was on time, not on time.
Just for fun or to show off.
Time is very important in the task, and there cannot be any difference between good and good. If it is a teamwork, and the time of one person does not match the time of others, it is likely to lead to the failure of the entire task, because if this person is at the key
Position, within the agreed time, if key tactical responses are not made, it will affect the success or failure of the entire mission.
After adjusting the time, Heiman threw a pistol and a long magazine to Canglong. After Canglong took it, he habitually assembled the pistol and long magazine in front of him, and then threw it to Heiman:
"The craftsmanship of the Germans is indeed reliable, but I am not used to using guns. Even if I have to use them, they are still my old friends!"
With that said, Canglong took out his Desert Warrior, checked it, and then disappeared from his hands at some point. Heiman was not surprised by this hidden gun skill.
"Don't regret it then!" Heiman put up the gun. The pistol she gave Canglong just now is a pistol that can be assembled into a submachine gun, named CZ75.
It is an upgraded version of the cz75 pistol. As long as the manual safety of the cz75 is replaced by a speed control device, it can be fired single or continuously. The theoretical rate of fire is 1,000 rounds per minute. The extended barrel has a vent hole at the front end and uses a
For magazines with a thicker base plate, the base plate can be used with the curved hook at the front of the sleeve seat to fix the spare magazine upside down on the sleeve seat. This can be used as a front grip to reduce the muzzle tension during continuous shooting.
Jump.
This submachine pistol is 220 mm in length and weighs 1.1kg. In encounters, such a pistol can often exert its greatest power because it is lightweight and compact, and its firepower is far better than that of a pistol.
"I'll tell you then." Canglong insisted on his choice, but he said strangely, "I really want to know how you got these weapons. Such guns appeared in China and in your hands.
It definitely paid a big price.”
"When you need it, if you pay enough, someone will always give you what you want, even if it's in China." Heiman glanced at Canglong coldly, not to be outdone and said, "And it's not just you.
There are channels to get guns, and I have my channels."
"It seems that those international arms dealers have really put a lot of effort into it." Canglong shook his head and closed his eyes to rest.
These words made Heiman's face change. It was obvious that Canglong guessed correctly. Her weapons were obtained from these international arms dealers. The most profitable industry in the world is not oil, but arms.
Those international arms dealers don't care about any regulations, as long as they can make money, they can send weapons to any place in the world.
However, a sufficient price must be paid for these, and sending them to China is obviously much more difficult than sending them to the United States, because China has extremely strict control over weapons, whether they are domestically produced or imported.
If Li Ruomo saw these weapons in Heiman's car, he would probably go crazy.
"Even with those international arms dealers, you have to keep in touch with them." Heiman assembled her sniper rifle with one hand and drove the car with the other. "If you make them hate it, even if you have money
, they may not sell it to you, let alone let them take the risk and send it to such a dangerous country."
Hearing this, Canglong still squinted his eyes, but said: "There is a way to deal with the devil. Even if they hate me, if I want it, they will still sell it to me, and for a bloody price."
Hearing this, Heiman stopped talking. Originally, she wanted to ridicule Canglong, but she didn't expect that Canglong would downplay it and resolve it.
The devil in his eyes describes those international arms dealers, because these arms dealers are engaged in the bloodiest and dirty business in the world. They sell weapons to two hostile countries, then provoke disputes between them, and finally continue to sell weapons.
Arms dealers never care how many people die in these two countries by giving weapons to both sides.
Just like the sentence they often chant, "There are 550 million guns in the world. On average, every twelve people have a gun. The only problem is how to let the other eleven people also have guns. This
That’s what’s on our minds.”
Although they are called devils, they still will not sell weapons to those who hate them. This person includes Canglong, because Canglong once killed several heavyweights among arms dealers in Africa, so the arms dealers
Put him on the blacklist.
But as Canglong himself said, although the arms dealers are all devils, if he wants it, the arms dealers will definitely sell it to him obediently, and they will sell it to him very cheaply.
No matter what the background of these demons is, or whether there is a big country behind them, it is not crucial, nor can it be the reason for their safety, unless the demons want to anger Canglong, the "god of death" who dominates them.
"I wonder how happy the devils would be if they knew you didn't use their weapons." After Heiman assembled the gun, he carefully put it away and then concentrated on driving the car.
"As long as they don't make me angry, I won't make them sad." Canglong replied calmly, seeming to pass the boring time on the road.
The two of them were going back and forth like this, attacking and counterattacking sentence by sentence. It seemed to be a lot of fun. No one expected that the two killers were not talking about how to deploy, how to attack, and how to evacuate before performing the mission.
They are attacking each other, but they are attacking each other like this.
In fact, for them, everything is clear, and any plan may have variables. All they need to know is the terrain and orientation, and they can already make countless responses, but the reason for their teasing each other is not
They are constantly trying to make up for the trust between the two parties, which was already cracked.
When they almost reached their destination, the two fell silent. Seeing that there was no road ahead, Heiman stopped the car, and then the two hid the car. In front of them was the endless stretch of mountains.
"This guy is really well hidden. If it weren't for you, I would be looking for a needle in a haystack in this mountain!" Canglong shook his head. This place had already left the boundaries of Dongning City. They came to another city, where the Snow Dragon Mountain stretches.
Stretching for hundreds of miles.
"It is said that Chen Tianbao's ancestral home is here, and their ancestral grave is in this mountain. Moreover, you injured the jackal badly last time, and he was afraid that you would find him, so he could only hide far away. This is also
Our only advantage." Heiman said, looking at the time again, "Action?"
"Yes!" Canglong nodded, and walked lightly into the dense forest ahead.
"What is on your mind?" Heiman's voice suddenly came from behind.
"If I were you, I would never make such a stupid choice." Canglong slowly turned around and saw Heiman holding a sniper rifle and locking his head.
"No, the gun won't be put down until you tell me what's on your mind. You have two choices, either I shoot and we terminate our cooperation, or you tell me what's on your mind and we continue to cooperate, because I don't want to
You may have made a mistake and put yourself in danger, and in the end you were chased by jackals." Heiman spoke firmly, with a faint smile still on her evil face, but she seemed to be haunted by death.
At this moment, Canglong felt a hint of murderous intent in Heiman, but she seemed to be hesitating.
"You can try to see who is faster, the bullets of your sniper rifle, or me!" Cang Long looked at Heiman with a cold face, but without panic, "You only have one chance!"
The two stared at each other for a long time, and finally Heiman put down the gun, because the confidence in Canglong's eyes told her that once she fired, even if she could hurt him, she would not be able to kill him.
But it was this confidence that prompted Heiman to put down his gun, because it also told Heiman that his worries would not affect Canglong's subsequent performance.
Seeing Hei Man put down his gun, Cang Long turned around and disappeared into the forest. Hei Man stayed where he was and looked coldly at the direction Cang Long was leaving: "One day you will pay the price for your confidence!"
After saying that, she went in another direction...