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Tang Xin said he needed a gun.

Sun Dao was taken aback by this, he stood up screaming, put his hands on Tang Xin's shoulders, and said in horror: "Dude, what are you doing stupid? Brother, you are my brother, go fuck sister Xue, This money is gone!"

The bottom line of some things must never be crossed. On this point, even though Sun Dao likes to make trouble, he still understands the importance and stakes.

Is a gun something you can have if you want it?

Don't say that you don't fire a single gun or fire a single bullet. Just owning a gun privately is a crime!

If they fail to do well, they will be imprisoned for a year or two.

Tang Xin pushed Sun Dao's hand away, put on a piece of clothing casually, and walked out.

"Well, now you go home and print out the materials, find a file bag and pack them up. Let's go to Qiu Qiang's house now."

"Did you listen to what I said? Tang Xin! What are you going to do?! Are you crazy? If something happens to you, do you want me to feel guilty for the rest of your life?"

At this time, Sun Dao couldn't see the usual idle look at all, he was extremely solemn, even gnashed his teeth, and stared at Tang Xin with complicated eyes.

All he could think about was: What do you want a gun for?

What else can a gun do? !

Tang Xin smiled without saying a word, Sun Dao followed closely behind and left the house together.

Called a taxi outside the community, Tang Xin waited for 10 minutes, Sun Dao came out with a file bag in his face, got in the car, Tang Xin asked the driver to drive to the villa area where Qiu Qiang's family was located.

Call Qiu Qiang on the way to confirm that he is at home.

The elders in the luxury villa were not there. Qiu Qiang was wearing a black vest and shorts, with a white towel around his neck, sweating profusely. When he opened the door, he was surprised to see Sun Dao's face ashen.

Stepping upstairs, Qiu Qiang gasped and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

"Children, scared by guns."

Tang Xin laughed softly, and Sun Dao didn't fight back his teasing, and made up his mind to stay with Tang Xin from now on, no matter what channel he got the gun from, he must stop it!

Qiu Qiang's room is on the second floor, which is very spacious. The room seems to be divided into two sides, with the computer desk and bed on the right, and the treadmill and sandbags on the left.

"If you want to drink, go downstairs and get it yourself."

Qiu Qiang, the master, was too irresponsible. After leaving a word, he stood in front of the sandbags, put on his gloves and continued to box with dignity.

Tang Xin walked to the desk, took out a pen from the pen holder, took a notebook and wrote down the address of Jinyun Company, then tore it off and walked in front of Qiu Qiang.

The sandbag was swaying, Tang Xin blocked it with one hand, Qiu Qiang poked his head out from the other side, wiped the sweat from his brow, and asked out of breath, "What are you doing?"

The note was in front of his eyes, Tang Xin smiled and said: "Remember this address."

Qiu Qiang took 20 seconds to remember, and then nodded.

Tang Xin crumpled the note into a ball and said, "Repeat three times."

Rolling his eyes, Qiu Qiang did as he did.

After confirming that he remembered it, Tang Xin put the document bag in Sun Dao's hand on his computer desk, and said, "Tomorrow morning, don't wear your school uniform, just wear some sportswear, and send this to the address you just memorized. Hand it over to the manager inside, Zhang Hongzhi, and if you hand it over to him, you'll get out of here immediately, understand?"

Picking up a large bottle of mineral water and taking a few sips, Qiu Qiang sat cross-legged on the ground, propped himself up, nodded to express his understanding, but asked again: "Tang Xin, what are you going to do with Xu Minghui? You let me and Sun Dao was despised in the past, isn't it gone? What's the point of doing this?"

Tang Xin shrugged and said: "Of course it makes sense. At least he remembered you two. You have different styles, you have good backgrounds, and you are young and ignorant. In short, you will know tomorrow. By the way, Qiu Qiang, you Didn’t you like guns very much before? What about the guns you collected?”

Hearing the gun, Sun Dao stared at Tang Xin and Qiu Qiang solemnly like a shark smelling blood.

But on second thought.

Fake gun?

A false alarm!

Qiu Qiang stood up and walked to a cabinet, opened it, rummaged through the cabinet, then put a big box on the ground with both hands, and said: "All the things I kept in the past are here. If the house is not big enough, maybe I will Throw it away."

bang bang dang dang

There was the sound of metal hitting the ground, and a pistol fell out of the box and fell to the ground.

Seeing his indifferent appearance, Tang Xin and Sun Dao immediately sighed: Violence!

Once, Qiu Qiang was a firearm enthusiast, but then he suddenly lost interest in firearms.

It was probably because he realized that it was impossible for him to sweep wildly with an incomparably powerful firearm in full swing in real life, and his interest in firearms disappeared immediately.

However, the gun models in his collection are all good stuff!

The one-to-one shape, made of metal, is no different from the real gun in appearance, but these models do not have the internal structure of the real gun, not even the magazine, and are purely collected for appreciation.

Qiu Daosheng never curbed Qiu Qiang's interest, but everything must be done from safety considerations.

Tang Xin and Sun Dao were like children in a candy store, sitting on the ground and picking up this and playing with that.

Finally, Tang Xin picked out a pistol that he was quite satisfied with.

Beretta m92.

Sun Dao saw that he had chosen his favorite pistol, and said nervously, "You, wouldn't you go for a robbery with a fake gun? If that's the case, you might as well use a real gun. With a real gun, at least your personal safety will be guaranteed." , holding a fake gun, if it is dismantled on the spot, you will probably have half your life left when you enter the hospital. Hey, damn it, if I didn’t say it, why do you want a fake gun?”

Tang Xin handed the gun to Sun Dao: "It's for you."

Sun Dao was dumbfounded, and looked down at the pistol, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Brother, don't play like this! I cheated on you, it was all a joke, and you cheated on me, do you want to cheat for the rest of your life?"

Tang Xin ignored him, walked to Qiu Qiang's computer desk, turned his head and asked, "Qiu Qiang, do you have a portable outdoor speaker?"

Qiu Qiang sat on the ground to rest, pointed and said, "It's in the second drawer on your left."

Tang Xin opened the drawer, and there were many IT products, mp3, mp4, old portable dvd, digital camera, etc., after searching for a long time, he found an outdoor portable speaker similar to the size of a mobile phone.

"How loud can this thing play?"

"You'll know when you try it."

Tang Xin then turned on the computer, downloaded any song to the mp3 player, and then connected it to the speaker to play it.

The sound was mediocre at first, but then he continued to increase the volume until it was at its maximum, and deafening music sounded throughout the room.

Heart can't take it...

It seems that rich people are different. The products used here are of good quality and powerful functions, comparable to stereos!

Most importantly, the sound quality is fidelity!

Once you get what you want, the rest is technical operations. Tang Xin browsed his computer and asked, "Qiu Qiang, do you have TV dramas and movies in your computer? The ones that need to be shot."

Qiu Qiang also wanted to know what Tang Xin was doing, so he walked over and stood behind him with Sun Dao, and said: "F drive, in the folder named collection, there is a full set of 24 hours, you can open any episode, you will definitely find the opening Gun plot."

"24 Hours" is a classic American drama.

Movies and TV dramas with anti-terrorist themes, not to mention shooting, nuclear bombs are nothing new.

Tang Xin downloaded an audio software from the Internet, then opened the playback file of "24 Hours", and browsed it in fast forward. Whenever there was a shooting scene, he would stop and listen to it repeatedly.

"What are you going to do, tell me."

Qiu Qiang sat down in a chair beside him and asked curiously.

Now that everything is ready, Tang Xin doesn't play charades, while manipulating the computer, he reveals his plans for tomorrow.