No. 137 When will we cut off the Western candle together?

  At the same time, Liang Huanhuan was driving Tianran Er's car on a street with a strong ancient charm. The surrounding area was filled with silk and satin shops, antique swords and guqin (a traditional Chinese zither) stores, wine houses with waiters wearing rough linen shirts and shopkeepers in satin jackets. Occasionally, the sound of hawkers calling out their wares could be heard on the street - ice sugar gourds, barber services, and knife sharpening. It was as if one had suddenly traveled through time and space.

  "This place is the most famous rip-off street on this side. Liang Huanhuan seems to have been deeply harmed: "Things are expensive enough to make you vomit, a street full of scammers, those who claim to be from the Zhou Dynasty are actually just weekenders. Anyway, people who know better won't buy anything here." Tianran spat out his tongue: "I know this place... when I was young, I helped these people sell pancakes and got my pancakes stolen, and was scolded by the boss for a long time."

  "Jianbing Xishi's childhood was also very sad." Liang Huanhuan giggled, pointing to a seemingly unremarkable antique shop in front of them: "Our destination."

  After the two got off the car, they walked straight to the entrance of that antique shop which was hanging with old flags in the corner. After looking at the door for a while, they found that there was no one inside, and those so-called antiques were dusty on the shelves, let alone buying them, Tian Er didn't even want to touch them.

  Liang Huanhuan walked in and took a look around, then spat on the ground: "I was like this three years ago when I came here, nothing has changed."

  After he finished speaking, he picked up a Qinghua porcelain bowl from the table and smashed it against the wall with a loud crash. The porcelain shattered into many pieces and emitted a crisp, ringing sound.

  "Oh my god, I'm so shocked! Who is it?!"

  Less than two seconds after the bowl shattered, a very unpleasant male voice came from the back room with the door curtain, sounding like an underdeveloped duck's quack, with fingernails scratching on a blackboard frequency, making people's teeth ache.

  "He had been force-fed sulfuric acid before, and it was a miracle that he could come back to life."

  As Liang Huanhuan introduced, the curtain was lifted to reveal a man of about twenty-five or six years old, wearing an ordinary leather jacket, looking quite good, but the scar on his nose added a hint of eeriness.

  He came out and saw Liang Huanhuan at a glance, then turned around and ran, but was caught by Liang Huanhuan's back collar in just two steps.

  "Fourth Miss, do you have to go this far? I've only been chasing you for a few months, it's not worth killing someone over." The person was taken aback by these words and their face immediately fell: "Spare my life."

  "Aren't you quite fond of pretending? " Liang Huanhuan sneered, "Didn't you say that according to your financial ability, playing with me is like playing with a chicken?"

  "How long has it been, can't you let go of the past?" The immature voice of the drake was really hard to listen to. He turned his head and looked at Liang Huanhuan, then looked again at Tianran Er who was searching around in his store, scratching his head and asking: "Fourth Young Lady, what are you doing bringing a fairy sister here?"

  "Polygraph."

  Liang Huanhuan got straight to the point, pulling over a stool: "One Amalite AR-10, two Scout Rifles, seven Type 92s, five hundred rounds of ammunition and four hand grenades."

  That man was taken aback: "What do you mean? Are you suspecting me of doing private work?"

  Liang Huan's mouth twitched: "This technique of changing the firing pin, only you can do it, and the serial numbers of these guns are all yours too. Zhu Wenwu, you deal with it yourself. Now it's just me who has come, when Da Sheng arrives, your neck will be wrung off."

  "It's not true, even if Obama came, it wouldn't work." Zhu Wenwu took out an account book from a hidden compartment in the counter and slammed it onto the table: "I'm also half-official, every month you come to check accounts and goods, I sold how much is clear at a glance, check for yourself."

  "Come on, just looking at this thing gives me a headache." Liang Huanhuan beckoned Tianran Er over to her side: "You settle the accounts."

  For Tianran Er, calculating these things is like using a supercomputer to perform arithmetic operations, and in five minutes, he can calculate the general idea.

  "Not found."

  "See, I told you I was wronged." Zhu Wenwu glanced at Liang Huanhuan: "Don't just dump the chamber pot on my head without seeing heaven."

  Liang Huanhuan thought for a moment: "Take me to your warehouse."

  Zhu Wenwu didn't think much and took out the key, turned around and slipped into the door curtain. Liang Huanhuan and Tianran also followed him in.

  The house is not big, the front and back rooms are separated by a curtain door, the outside is about twenty square meters, and the inside is at most thirty or so. The floor is filled with broken copper pots, as well as enamel spittoons and ceramic AK47s, all messy and chaotic.

  "It's been two months since I last made a big sale, and recently there haven't been many tasks on your end. On my end, there hasn't been any large income either, except for last week when I sold that old thing to someone who took it away for collection, basically the warehouse has been closed."

  "What's Lao Mo?"

  "Mo Xinna Gan, Maozi's sniper rifle in World War II." Liang Huanhuan explained patiently: "The one Vasili held in Enemy at the Gates."

  "Oh... Main production years 1927 to 1932, overall length 1234 mm, with bayonet total length 1666 mm, barrel length 730 mm, muzzle velocity 860 m/s. A variant of the M1891/30 rifle, sighting range 100 to 1400 meters, effective range depending on weather conditions is four to six hundred meters."

  She finished, and Liang Huanhuan and Zhu Wenwu turned their heads, looking at Tianran Er like a monster, then Liang Huanhuan actually blushed... "Is this the new girl from the military equipment side?" Zhu Wenwu's eyes were full of weirdness: "Great talent..."

  "What's it to you?" Liang Huanhuan glared at Zhu Wenwu with a scowl: "Open your warehouse quickly."

  "Actually, I've been involved in a modern arms race program, and the magnetic storm accelerator is using my patented technology," said Tianran, tying up his hair on one side while speaking.

  Zhu Wenwu and Liang Huanhuan both stumbled at the same time, then Zhu Wenwu shouted in his unpleasant voice: "So, you're saying that the electromagnetic gun was invented by you?"

  "That's a system engineering, my patent is just the coil overloading technology." Tianran scratched his head with some embarrassment: "So I also understand a bit about firearms."

  "Alright......" Liang Huanhuan spread out her hands: "You're a goddess, damn it, even the Nima Academy can't produce someone of your caliber, it's not easy at all."

  Zhu Wenwu sighed: "A master is among the common people."

  "Cut the crap, open the door quickly."

  He first walked to a closet, inserted the key and opened a safe with the key. He took out something like a TV remote control from the safe, then covered his hand and pressed a long combination of more than 20 digits on it.

  "4636......" Nature II mischievously reported all the numbers he pressed: "Your password is too simple."

  At that time, Zhu Wenwu, standing in front of a roughly one-square-meter grid, turned green with a swipe of his face and looked at Tianran Er: "You..."

  "Your middle finger is on 5, and the other fingers can be seen when pressing keys." Tianran said naturally: "It's easy to see from the trajectory of your finger movement."

  "My god..." Zhu Wenwu looked at Liang Huanhuan: "Did you bring an artificial intelligence? Has our country's technology advanced to this point now?"

  After finishing, he stretched out his hand to pinch Tianran Er's face, but was slapped down by Liang Huanhuan: "If you touch her, her boyfriend can break your ribs."

  "Is it a real person?" Zhu Wenwu's mouth twitched: "I have to go get a iris recognition..."

  As he spoke, he led the way into the dark compartment, with Liang Huanhuan and Tianran following closely behind. Once the three of them were inside, the compartment automatically closed itself off, and from the outside, it looked like nothing more than a drawer filled with trash - even if you took out the drawer, there was no sign that anything was amiss.

  After the dark compartment, there is a long staircase that extends all the way down. Fortunately, there are lights on both sides, so it doesn't seem too scary. However, the air here is filled with a strong smell of gun oil, which is very unpleasant.

  At the very bottom, there was actually another door, the kind of air-pressure door commonly found in banks. Unless it was blown up, there was almost no way to open it silently without anyone knowing.

  "You've even added an extra door?!" Liang Huanhuan chuckled: "You're quite rich, aren't you?"

  "Are you kidding me? I'll just change my gun and it's enough for you to suffer for two or three years. If there's still no money, what's the point of me being alive? Actually, you think I'm not bad now, it's still possible, I still like you."

  "Damn you."

  After a complex and tedious unlocking procedure, the airlock door emitted a huge hissing sound, and the thick door opened a crack by itself.

  After walking in, Tian Er was stunned. In this space of about 300 square meters, all kinds of guns were piled up. On the wall hung assault rifles and semi-automatic rifles. On the table, sniper rifles and machine guns were displayed. Handguns were categorized and placed in boxes on the ground. Bullets were stacked like mountains. Except for anti-tank rockets, almost every known high-performance gun in the world could be found here. Whether it was China, America, Israel or Russia, all famous guns were present.

  "This is my kingdom!" Zhu Wenwu spread out his hands in an embracing gesture: "I am the god of this world!"

  "Whatever." Liang Huanhuan pointed at Tianran Er: "Electromagnetic cannon."

  Zhu Wenwu's face fell at the words, after all he was just a gunsmith, while others were participants in high-tech weapons development programs... to pretend to be a god of guns in front of them would be slapping his own face.

  "Check it again."

  "Check it out... wait a minute!"

  Zhu Wenwu, who had been carefree just a moment before, suddenly froze, then rushed to a box like a madman, opened it, and plopped down on the ground with a thud.

  "My gun is lost!"

  Liang Huanhuan and Tianran Er walked up to take a look, and indeed found that the box was already empty. Then Zhu Wenwu opened another string of boxes, only to find that many of them were also empty.

  "Damn it! Someone actually managed to steal my gun!"

  Liang Huanhuan's face was full of playful teasing: "What did you lose?"

  "A Amalite AR-10, two Scout Rifles and several 92 styles..." Zhu Wenwu was stunned at the time: "How is it possible..."

  "Did you say Zhan Yun can steal your things?"

  "Impossible!" Zhu Wenwu stood up proudly: "He can kill me, but he absolutely cannot steal it!"

  Liang Huanhuan and Tianran 2 exchanged a glance, Tianran 2's eyebrows slightly furrowed: "There should be someone else."

  After figuring it out, Tianran and Er quickly went to meet Wang Jian and the others, but each other's news was not very exciting. They split into two groups, but neither of them made any discoveries. The four people sat in McDonald's with their heads down, unable to think of anything for half a day.

  "You mean they have an insider? And this insider is a thief?"

  Wang Jian nodded in agreement with Dawei's words: "It should be a master thief."

  Tian Ran nodded slightly: "I saw it just now, but didn't say anything. That person is really formidable, after stealing, even the master didn't feel a thing."

  "It seems that this matter won't be simple." Liang Huanhuan shook her head indifferently, pointing at Dawei: "But it doesn't matter, people like him who are freeloaders will die as many times as they can, and the world will become a world of muscular men. I'll be too happy then."

  "Pervert." Dawei rubbed his temples: "What's going on here, I really didn't provoke anyone to the point of wanting me dead. Beating me up isn't enough?"

  "I have a headache..." Dawei said, suddenly covering his head and weakly saying: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."

  "I'm glad I wasn't born into a wealthy family." Liang Huanhuan swung her feet: "Otherwise, I might have been raped and murdered by someone already."

  "Who's so blind?" Dawei, busy as he was, found time to retort to Liang Huanhuan: "By the way, what's all this about anyway."

  He propped up his chin with his hands, humming a long note, and then his eyes lit up: "I suddenly thought of a possibility."

  "Speak!" The other three said in unison.

  "Now there are two groups of people looking for Dawei, and we all know that. One side wants to kidnap him, the other side wants to kill him. And we also know that these two groups are working for the same person, but they're doing completely different things, which means they haven't communicated with each other, right?"

  Everyone nodded, but no one knew what Tianran's second sister really wanted to say.

  "There is no communication, which means that the relationship between them is not actually harmonious, but because they are at a certain node in the interest chain and have to do what they are doing now. And as I see it, whether it's kidnapping or murder, it's all about sending out a warning."

  "What warning?"

  "Mind your own business!"

  Dawei thought for a moment, looking bitter: "I've never interfered in other people's business..."

  "It's not necessarily you." Tian Ran casually tossed her hair behind her head: "Maybe it's someone else, someone who can be threatened by you."

  "It's just my dad." Dawei furrowed his brow: "And Uncle Yao! You mean the real problem lies with one of them?"

  "Heh, if I could get a bit more information, I'd be able to know even more..."

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