All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

Chapter 38, 200,000 rounds for hunting? 【4 thousand】

The safe house where the FBI protected witnesses was blown up by a rocket launcher. According to the detection of shell fragments, it was concluded that the type [-] rocket launcher should have been used.

This kind of thing can be hidden from ordinary people, but it cannot be hidden from well-informed people.

Ivan, who had just landed in Moscow and was driven home by his subordinates, learned the news before his butt was warm.

Chen Hao is also in Poland for the Type [-] rocket launcher, so he probably sold it, right?

Ivan felt that his suspicion was very reasonable. Chen Hao seemed to be a disaster star. Wherever he went, he would fight the dead.

Out of the consideration of selling more arms, it seems that no one is more suitable for the arms industry than him.

But as a son-in-law... who would want their daughter to be a widow at a young age?

Ivan didn't say anything, walked into a quiet room, closed the door and took out the satellite phone.

Chen Hao is still in the bar, not for drinking, he can drink a glass of vodka for a day.

The important thing is that the bar is lively. Seeing the enthusiastic young men and women coming and going, he feels that his mentality is young.

War and death seem to fade away like running water.

It wasn't until Ivan called to question him, which brought him back to the cold world of war.

"Do you know how much trouble it will cause me if they find out that this... big fireworks were sold from me?"

Chen Hao heard that Ivan was very angry and a little scared.

In the satellite phone, they changed the name of the rocket launcher, probably because they were afraid of being eavesdropped, and made a subconscious move.

Chen Hao shook his head along with the bass music: "Don't worry, I didn't do this.

If you're really worried, put all those big fireworks in a separate warehouse, and I'll take them all.It has nothing to do with you. "

He was very confident in himself, and it was impossible for the FBI to find out just by relying on the rockets that were blown to pieces.

Ivan was unwilling to say more on the phone, and finally warned: "I hope so, you can do it yourself."

After hanging up the phone, Ivan held his chest and felt his heart beating so hard that he was really angry.

If Chen Hao just said that he didn't do it, Ivan might believe it.

But after he added the superfluous, he wanted to take over the whole batch of goods, and Ivan knew that Chen Hao must have done it.

This daring guy is really not afraid of death!
The influence of this kind of thing has far exceeded Chen Hao's imagination.

If Ivan is found by the FBI, even if he hides in Moscow, he may not be safe.

"Damn it, I have to destroy that batch in the warehouse."

Ivan said to himself, and then became angry again: "Damn rat, you must pay for this loss!"

Chen Hao didn't know that he was going to lose money, he was on the phone with Natasha in the bathroom of the bar.

Men and women in love, every day is like three autumns.

The two chatted sweetly on the phone, and Natasha also told him a piece of good news.

The batch of antiques left by Chen Hao were sold through auction houses and antique shops. After deducting the handling fee, etc., they got a total of [-] euros.

It is equivalent to seven times the purchase price of the batch of arms sold to the Eighth Route Army, which is already considered a huge profit.

Moreover, Chen Hao also left one of the most precious things, which has not been sold yet.

He is one of those people who talk about losing money, but actually make a lot of money.

"Honey, you've done a good job, you can keep the money and spend it yourself."

The boyfriend trusted her, and Natasha felt very happy, and said sweetly:

"Then, my dear, I will take this money as the common living allowance for the two of us.

When you come back, we will rent a house of our own and buy furniture. Can you use the oven?

Buy a German brand, their machines are of good quality, I can make small cakes for you..."

Chen Hao: "Okay, baby, I will listen to you."

Although the things Natasha discussed with him were trivial, he didn't find it annoying at all.

Natasha's sweet voice and the life discussed made him feel the long-lost warmth.

War and arms are two extremes with ruthlessness.

The phone calls were endless, and they were all spreading dog food, directly causing [-] points of critical damage to single dogs.

The Caucasian boy who was full of stuff outside the door, waited for 2 minutes, couldn't bear it anymore, and slammed on the wooden door:

"Hey, you idiot, have you fallen into a pit chatting with a prostitute? Can you hurry up, or I will kick the door if you don't come out."

"Okay, let's do this first, we'll talk tomorrow, there's an idiot out there that I need to clean up."

Chen Hao hung up the phone, opened the door and grabbed the white guy's collar.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

The caucasian boy, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, was a little scared at this moment.

Chen Hao's style of attacking at the slightest disagreement is obviously not a good-tempered person.

"You owe too much, I'll help your father discipline you."

Chen Hao has a temper like a powder keg, and he explodes at the slightest touch.

You can't scold him, let alone the woman who scolds him.

According to the face of the white boy, Bang Bang punched him twice, giving him a pair of panda eyes.

After the beating, he still has to teach a few words: "Boy, remember, be more polite when talking to others in the future."

It wasn't until he walked out of the bar that Chen Hao reflected on whether he had gone too far.

No, not at all excessive.

It was that bastard who cursed first, he just wasn't good at cursing back, he was good at doing it.

Only two punches were punched, which was relatively light.

It seems that Amy is right. Finding a gentle woman can control the aggravation of the disease.

……

One afternoon two days later.

The sun is shining and the wind is beautiful.

A white box truck from Dean Gunpowder Works headed south.

"Quick, follow him."

Jack on the co-pilot of the Hummer off-road vehicle urged anxiously.

Just the day before yesterday, a terrorist group headed by a doctor jumped out of the wall in a panic.

Kidnapped a group of hostages in an attempt to coerce the government to let them go.

But in front of the powerful state apparatus, their resistance is nothing but a mantis' arm.

The anti-terrorist special forces dispatched accidentally injured several hostages and wiped out more than ten members of the entire terrorist group, except for the cunning leader doctor who escaped again.

The most important thing is that the rocket launcher that caused the terrorist attack has not been found yet.

Jack had a feeling that the doctor and the others were not responsible for the attack.

Because if it is true, they will definitely use it in their last desperate attempt, instead of continuing to hide it in a corner and let it fall into ashes.

The problem is that the blockade and search cannot be sustained for a long time. The impact on the economy is too great, and it is not good for the government's reputation. It can only be lifted.

To find the culprit, FBI agents need to continue their investigation.

With Pierre dead, there was no evidence against Dean's charges.

The arrest warrant was revoked, and just last night, Dean also attended a banquet held by a high society, appearing in front of the crowd openly.

It is certain that Dean has a motive to kill Pierre. Does he have anything to do with the real culprit?

This requires follow-up investigations.

In other words, they caught evidence of Dean's arms smuggling, and used this as a breakthrough to find more clues from him.

Jack's eyes were fixed on the white van ahead.

According to the informant, it contained a batch of arms that the factory wanted to smuggle out.

"Boss, why did that guy continue to take the risk of smuggling arms before the limelight passed? Isn't he afraid of being caught by us?"

The detective in another car asked Inspector Paul curiously.

He couldn't figure out what was going on in the minds of those criminals, and he didn't take their FBI seriously.

"Dean's arms smuggling business is in collusion with many people in the government, and he is not alone...cough cough..."

After a sharp cough, the handkerchief was stained red by Yin Hong's blood.

With an unhealthy pallor on Paul's face, he slowly folded his handkerchief and continued:
"People can't help themselves in this world, even if they want to stop, they can't stop now."

Just like him, in order not to take the blame this time, he would not be transferred to Africa by his superiors.

Paul had to work even though he was hurt, to show his diligence and gain some sympathy points.

The detective saw that he was bleeding from coughing, and said with concern: "Head, you have suffered such a serious injury, and you have to work too hard. Take a break, we are watching!"

"Alright, stop and call me when you see his car."

Paul readily agreed, put down the back of the chair, and lay down comfortably.

You have to pretend to be in front of your superiors.

Two of their cars followed one car, so there was no chance of an accident.

The white truck drove all the way south, and the place it traveled became more and more desolate. It stopped at a forest path passing through the woods.

And there was a motorcycle parked there, and a casually dressed man was standing beside it.

"action!!"

Before the Hummer had stopped, Jack opened the door and rushed out, drew his pistol and aimed at the two people who were talking in front of the car.

"I am an FBI agent. You have the right to remain silent, but everything you say will become a testimony in court."

"Slowly raise your hand to where I can see it!"

Seven or eight FBI agents got out of the two parked cars, and they all gathered around and pointed guns at them.

Chen Hao, who had replaced Yanzu's face, showed a surprised look, "Hey, don't mess around!

Behind the woods is my friend's manor, and your every move is being filmed on surveillance cameras! "

On the wooden sign on the right side of the road, there is a line of words: private territory ahead, no entry.

Private territory is sacred and inviolable, and residents have the right to shoot and kill trespassers.

Jack glanced at it, and said nonchalantly, "So what, I have the right to arrest you for illegally buying and selling large quantities of arms."

That's what it said, there may be surveillance, and maybe someone will see it, and they don't dare to be too violent.

Noticing that the other party is a strong outsider, Chen Hao felt a little more at ease.

In fact, the wooden sign next to the road is real, and what he just said was nonsense to scare the other party.

He didn't want to get himself into trouble, but he didn't want to be violently treated by the FBI either.

Chen Hao didn't agree with the other party's accusation, and stopped the FBI agent who wanted to handcuff him: "Wait, I just bought a batch of bullets, isn't it illegal to buy bullets?"

It was too calm, not at all like the behavior of criminals when they were caught.

It's not true what he said?
Paul, who kept coughing, sensed that something was wrong, and pointed to the two detectives: "You two, open the compartment and have a look."

Retrieving the keys from the driver, the two agents walked around to the back of the car and opened the car's cargo box.

There were neatly stacked green wooden boxes of uniform specifications, and when they pried open two at random, they were all full of bullets.

One of the detectives didn't believe in evil, so he picked one from the lower floor and one from the inner floor, and when he opened it, it was full of bullets.

The two looked at each other, knowing that something was wrong.

"Head, full of bullets, estimated at 300,000 rounds, but no gun."

One of the detectives walked around to the front of the car with a box of bullets in his hand to show the other companions.

Poland issues [-] gun licenses every year. Ordinary citizens are not allowed to own guns, let alone buy or sell them.

But for bullets, the law is not strictly regulated.

Jack still didn't give up, he stared at Chen Hao fiercely and asked, "Then tell me why I buy hundreds of thousands of rounds of ammunition, to fight a war?"

Chen Hao was more confident now, and he jokingly replied: "Hunting! My friend is very keen on hunting."

And the [-]mm rifle ammunition, apart from the [-] big cover, what other guns can be used?
You don't think you can go to war with such bullets, do you? "

Chen Hao also grabbed a few bullets for them to see.

An FBI agent took it over and studied it carefully, and said to Paul: "Boss, he is right, no other gun with this bullet will work."

A group of people were suddenly dumbfounded.

The tip they received was that Dean was going to smuggle a batch of arms, including pistols, submachine guns, grenades and so on.

According to the past situation, it will definitely flow into the arms black market of European countries for huge profits.

Now it looks like they got false information.

Jack stared at Chen Hao's face firmly, the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became.

It suddenly occurred to me, isn't this the Chinese who struck up a conversation at the gate when he failed to capture Dean that day?

"Bastard, play me!"

Jack opened the safety of the gun, and put the muzzle directly on Chen Hao's head, "Tell me, what is your relationship with Dean, and why did you appear there that day?"

Chen Hao's eyes instantly turned cold. Anyone who dared to point a gun at his head was never alive.

In an instant, he thought of three ways to kill each other.

"Jack, put down the gun."

Paul, who just answered a phone call, ordered Jack seriously.

If it is caught by surveillance, it will be troublesome.

To be reckless would just get them all stuck together.

Jack withdrew his gun helplessly, glared at Chen Hao fiercely with gray brown eyes, and put down his harsh words:
"I remember your face. Be careful in what you do in the future. Don't let me find out that you broke the law, or I will definitely send you into your mother's womb."

"Whatever." Chen Hao said calmly, restraining his anger.

He is not an arms dealer like Yuri, so he can calmly ask if he needs a silencer?
He's still a killer at heart, a mercenary.

If there were only the two of them here, Jack would have died eight times.

Paul, who had already gotten into the car, couldn't stand it anymore: "Okay Jack, we have been tricked, and the batch of munitions has been transported away. The two of them are just a cover."

This solved Chen Hao's confusion.

He was still wondering, is it necessary for a batch of bullets to attract so many FBIs?
It seems that Dean used this opportunity to play with the FBI.

Watching the two Hummers leave off-road, Chen Hao cursed: "Damn bastard, how can I send 200,000 rounds of ammunition so kindly, so I'm waiting here!"

"Sir, where are the bullets unloaded?" The truck driver who witnessed the oolong asked carefully.

Chen Hao said angrily: "Get out, go back and tell your boss that the car is mine. He cheated me, and I will give him a small punishment."

(End of this chapter)