Seeing the person coming with a gun, Xu Cheng suddenly became nervous. He frowned and put his right hand on his waist, ready to draw the gun. He looked at Fu Ming. Read the latest chapter
Fu Ming was not too nervous. He had a playful expression on his face. He shook his head at Xu Cheng and signaled him not to take action for the time being. Mo Bing and Huan Huan also stretched their hands behind their backs to touch the dagger.
They are killers, and the speed of shooting is naturally not as fast as that of Xu Cheng, who was born in the special forces. But when it comes to playing with knives, especially flying knives, Xu Cheng can't compare to the two of them. As long as the two gun-wielding men do anything strange, Mo Bing and Huan Huan can guarantee that in the next second, the daggers in their hands will be inserted into the wrists of those two people.
This is the imperial capital, not a foreign country. If it weren't for some special circumstances, Fu Ming would not order Xu Cheng to shoot. He doesn't want to cause trouble here yet.[
It's just that Fu Ming feels a little strange now. When he arrives in the country, whether it is the General Staff Intelligence Office or the National Security Bureau, they will protect Ming under the instruction of the Chinese government. It is said to be protection, but in fact it is a disguised form of surveillance. Fu Ming patrols After looking around, no secret sentry sent by the Chinese government was found.
He snorted coldly and cursed in his heart: "Sure enough, the matter has nothing to do with me! If it's not within their jurisdiction, they don't care about my life or death..."
"Yin Wendong, do you have anything else you want to say before you die?" The man with the gun said through gritted teeth. In the imperial capital, they wanted to kill someone, especially someone like Yin Wendong, who would not cause any trouble at all. In the gang, There will be people here who will rub their butts.
The corners of Yin Wendong's mouth were twitching continuously. He took a deep breath, and then his expression slowly softened: "You should say your last words, right?" He believed that with Fu Ming here, it was impossible for Fu Ming not to take action. He Nothing will happen for sure.
Seeing that the situation had been relieved, Fu Ming could only sigh and nodded gently to Xu Cheng.
Xu Cheng understood, and suddenly pulled out the M9 pistol from his waist. He first turned off the safety, and then held his right wrist with his left hand to increase shooting stability.
"Don't kill anyone." Fu Ming growled.
As soon as he finished speaking, only two shots were heard. Xu Guo decisively pulled the trigger. The shot at close range did not require any flight time at all. The sound of gunshots echoed continuously in the empty suburbs. The people in the bar were intoxicated by the music. In the middle of the night, naturally nothing could be heard, and the neighborhood was a commercial area, and there were almost no residents there late at night.
The bullet roared in and accurately penetrated the right wrists of the two men. The bullet was stuck in the bones, but their hands could no longer hold the pistol.
The two guns fell to the ground with a clatter. Mo Bing and Huan Huan suddenly appeared, pulled out daggers from their backs, and pressed them against the necks of the two men.
The sharp dagger pierced into the flesh, and bloodshot threads could already be seen. If Mo Bing and Huan Huan used more force, the two men's carotid arteries, throats and tracheas would be cut instantly.
"You're not fucking qualified to play with a gun in front of my boss." Huan Huan spat: "Kneel down." He kicked a man behind the knee hard, and the man fell to his knees with a thud.
The man looked at Yin Wendong with a strange look, thinking to himself, this Yin Wendong has always been a coward, how could he have such a powerful character under his command? It was obvious that he thought the boss in the hallucination was Yin Wendong. .
Under Fu Ming's instruction, Xu Cheng had put away his pistol and picked up the two sub-shells on the ground. Fu Ming didn't want to cause trouble in the imperial capital at all. If the police came, they wouldn't recognize the Zhongnanhai vp in his hand. According to the pass, Zeng Ziguang would not go to the scene in person for a small gang shooting case. Although Fu Ming would not be detained by the police for a long time, he would definitely spend a few hours squatting in the detention center.
That feeling was so bad. It was not that Fu Ming had never experienced it before, but the last time he experienced this kind of thing was in Moscow.
Fu Ming stepped forward, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his glasses first, and then picked up a pistol from the ground. His eyes lit up. Isn't this a 77 pistol?
"How courageous! Police gun." Fu Ming sneered, picked up the pistol, and looked at the five-pointed star on the pistol grip. If it were a police standard pistol, the five-pointed star should be straight, but this gun, the five-pointed star But it was crooked. Fu Ming opened the safety of the pistol, then unloaded the magazine, pulled the bolt, and with a click, the gun was ejected, came out of the ejection hole, and bounced to the ground.
"The smell of gun oil is quite strong. It has been well maintained! It's just that... this broken gun doesn't need any good maintenance at all." Fu Ming laughed and put the 77 pistol without a gun to his ear. Beside it, it was shaking gently.
There was a crackling sound in the gun body. It was obvious that the parts did not fit very well, which further verified his conjecture.[
A well-made police pistol makes no sound when shaken.
"It's pretty good that the drawing product can do this." Fu Ming threw away the pistol, replaced it with a handkerchief, and pinched the handle. There were many scratches on the shell, and the head was not very round. There are traces of mechanical lathe processing, and the joint between the head and the shell is also uneven. This is a hand-pressed piece.
To be precise, this self-made Type 77 pistol is pretty good if it can fire loudly. As for the power and accuracy, it is naturally much worse than the standard one.
"Anyway, it's pretty good to be able to make this thing. It's purely handmade, and the price is much higher than the standard one." Fu Ming threw the piece away again. He was still very satisfied with the result.
After all, guns are made locally and are not transported through smuggling. Most of China's smuggled guns come from neighboring countries in Southeast Asia and East Asia, and the sources of arms for the warlord armed forces in these countries are all controlled by untr. Fu Ming When negotiating with those so-called generals, I mentioned that no matter who smuggles arms into China, they will die, even if they only have one piece.
Seeing that these guns were made from home, Fu Ming naturally felt relieved. It seemed that the warlord leaders were still very obedient. However, there were some things in this gun that he could not make by himself. The gun body and barrel You can make it yourself, and you can make the box yourself, but you cannot make the trigger, spring, or firing pin.
But these things are legal to buy from Hong Kong. Just kidding, there is nothing illegal about springs, firing pins, and triggers.
Fu Ming walked up to the two men kneeling on the ground and said, "Whoever created this can maybe still mess with me."
The two men raised their heads and looked at Fu Ming with the same hateful eyes. One of them frowned, but he was wondering why the young man in front of him seemed so familiar before.
Fu Ming just made a joke with them, asking Mo Bing and Huan Huan to hand the two men over to Yin Wendong's younger brother, and then pulled Yin Wendong aside.
"It seems like you are not having a good time these days!" Fu Ming took out cigarettes, handed one to Yin Wendong, and then lit the cigarette in his mouth.
"I have no choice but to live under pressure. I have a criminal record and can't do anything serious. I thought I could make a living by opening a bar in the suburbs..." Yin Wendong's face turned ugly.
"I've left these two people in your hands, what are you going to do with them?"
"What else can we do?" Yin Wendong waved to his younger brother.
A younger brother trotted over and said, "Boss, what are your orders?"
"Treat them first, then give them a beating, let them go, and don't cause trouble." Yin Wendong is still very measured. Now he is much more at ease, and the police don't bother to care about him. As long as no lives are lost, it's a small matter. There is still no problem: "Throw those two guns into the moat, do it cleanly, and let the two grandsons tell their boss not to mess with me if nothing happens."
The younger brother nodded and ran away immediately.
"Fu Ming, you helped me again, I owe you a favor." Yin Wendong threw away the cigarette butt: "I finally met you, but I made you laugh."
Fu Ming had a so-called look on his face. In his opinion, this kind of thing is simply not worth mentioning: "Forget it, if you feel that you are not doing well, you can come over and help me..."
"My subordinates have to open their mouths to eat. This place cannot be thrown away. Besides, I am not suitable for gunfire, conspiracy, and political matters..." Yin Wendong frowned and refused Fu Ming.
"I knew you had this attitude." Fu Ming laughed loudly: "If you really hang out with me, then you won't be called Yin Wendong."
Su Xuan walked out of the bar. Before Fu Ming came out, he specifically warned that there would be danger and did not ask Su Xuan to follow him.[
But when Su Xuan came out, the matter had been resolved. Su Xuan's face was a little depressed, and she didn't see any good things.
"I'm staying in the imperial capital for a few days. I'm free these days. If you want to see me, give me a call and I'll relax with you." Su Xuan just took out her business card and wanted to hand it to Fu Ming.
When Fu Ming reached out to take it, Su Xuan retracted his hand.
"Don't throw it away again." She said with a playful smile: "But I guess you won't be able to stay in the imperial capital for a few days. I've seen the news. Untr is at war with the Lebanese government forces, and there is a war between China and Japan. The conflict is also related to untr..." Su Xuan did not say that China and Japan were at war. Instead, she was talking about conflict. This shows how much work the Chinese government has done through public opinion on this matter. Ordinary civilians cannot imagine what happened in Japan. Matters over the mainland.
"Don't dare, I will definitely call you." Fu Ming put away the business card: "It's time for me to go." He looked at his watch, it was already twelve o'clock in the morning, if there is no special situation tomorrow, then he Maybe I can pull Zeng Xiaoting out and spend some time with this little girl.
Fu Ming felt that he owed Zeng Xiaoting too much. His famous boyfriend actually didn't spend much time with her. He spent all day fighting and plotting abroad. Fu Ming also needed to relax.
"See you later. Next time I hear news from you, I don't want you to be killed by a certain country. Be careful, I treat you as a friend." Yin Wendong said goodbye to Fu Ming.
Fu Ming greeted Xu Cheng and the others, and then smiled at Yin Wendong: "I will definitely live a good life. I haven't finished the work yet?" After saying that, he turned around and left without looking back.
However, Fu Ming discovered that they did not have a car now. Fortunately, there were always a few taxis parked near the bar. He walked for a while and got into a taxi. Xu Cheng and the other two followed him into the taxi and reported the location.
As soon as the wheels turned, Fu Ming's satellite phone rang.
"Hello."
"Brother..." The caller was Cariana Sois: "Please make sure that the current satellite line is normal and safe."
"What happened?" Listening to Cariana's serious tone, Fu Ming's heart couldn't help but tighten: "This line is very safe."
"The nuclear explosion in London...has some clues."