Become a super arms dealer with the workshop system

Chapter 2 Fright at the Airport
When Han Feng found the information desk, a white man in a crumpled and half-worn shirt was in front. Han Feng stood at the back and prepared to line up, but he heard that this man was not asking any serious questions, but was whistling and using frivolous words. The tone was molesting the black lady at the information desk.

Han Feng raised his head and took a look. Although the other party was dark-skinned, she was hot and tall, with well-balanced facial features, and she was indeed a beautiful woman.

"Hello ma'am, I would like to ask how to get to a place called Boda?"

Han Feng doesn't care about dark skin, and he doesn't intend to disturb this sloppy white loser, but he is in a hurry now. The other party has been standing here for a long time, and he doesn't seem to have any intention of leaving anytime soon.

The black girl finally got rid of the harassment temporarily, and she also breathed a sigh of relief, but she said that she had never heard of this place. If Han Feng wanted to go west, there was a bus station near the airport, so he could ask.

After finishing speaking, he threw an enthusiastic and meaningful look at Han Feng, expressing that he was going to get off work soon, and if Han Feng didn't have a place to live, he could go to her apartment to rest first.

“You can stay as long as you want~”

One sentence made Han Feng frown, which was to attract trouble to him, the white man next to him really gave Han Feng a disgusted look, then turned and left.

"I'm sorry sir, I just..."

Han Feng also turned around and left without listening to the other party's explanation. It's hard to say right or wrong about this kind of thing, but he doesn't like being used by others, especially when it may cause trouble.

Even if a Chinese beauty did this, it would still disgust Han Feng.

Putting the bag halfway on his shoulder, Han Feng found the airport bathroom and got in. After solving his internal emergency, he washed his hands and observed himself in the mirror.

It's no wonder that the black lady just now took the initiative to suggest that this body is almost as handsome as before his rebirth. He is about 1 meters tall, with a strong physique, tough lines, sword eyebrows and star eyes. Putting it in the novel will make readers feel full of substitution type.

"Hey... You said it would be great if you honestly found a rich woman in the country to enjoy the blessings. Why bother to come to such a ghostly place, torment yourself and make me come here to suffer for you..."

Han Feng patted his handsome face, complaining about the outrageous choice of his predecessor.

But things have come to this, he can only choose to go to the coordinates given by the system to see what is going on in that workshop.

And he has made up his mind that if the situation in that place is not right, he will immediately go back to Bangji to find the embassy, ​​and return to the country no matter what he says.

After leaving the toilet, Han Feng saw the white man Chao who was just next to the information desk walking by himself.

"Fuck... Trouble is still coming."

Although it was not his original intention to drive away the other party, Han Feng knew that at this time, he must not admit cowardice. He had gone abroad for exchanges many times in his previous life, and he was very clear about the tone of these white people.

The softer you are, the more they push their noses on their faces.

"Whoa-"

However, at the moment when the eyes of the two met, a violent sound of glass breaking came from the entrance of the airport.

"Da da da da..."

Amidst the dense gunfire, Han Feng watched in astonishment as two pickup trucks with light machine guns charged directly into the waiting hall, and then fired violently at the fan in front of them.It was already the early morning of the next day, and many passengers were already waiting for the morning flight at the airport. Most of them fell into a pool of blood in the first round of shooting.

For a moment, shards of glass and tiles, bullet casings flying out of gun chambers, and fragments of human limbs flew around the entire airport, and the air was instantly filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood.

"My grass?"

Han Feng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he blurted out a national curse, and at the same time quickly prostrated himself on the ground to reduce the possibility of being hit.

And the aggressive white man just now seemed to be frightened, like many other people in the airport, he had no time to realize what happened.

It's strange to say that Han Feng lives in China and has never experienced such a thing, but his mind is extremely clear, and he quickly analyzes the current situation.

He hadn't had time to see what types of the two machine guns on the car were, but for most of the bullets, it is no problem to penetrate a few millimeters of steel plate at a distance of tens of meters. Most things other than building materials such as pillars will not provide effective cover.

Therefore, Han Feng ran towards the airport office area almost scrambling. The terrain there was more complicated, and at least some reliable bunkers could be found.

And if the opponent is a terrorist who attacks indiscriminately, then he may not search some corners very carefully, and he may be able to hide there.

On the way, he saw a few black guys in police uniforms rushing towards the entrance of the airport with guns in their hands, but judging from the actions and equipment of these people, they didn't seem very reliable.

Han Feng didn't have time to care about other people's fate at this time. He stumbled and found an unlocked office at the end of the office area. After getting in, he was about to lock the door, but found that the door was empty and there was no lock at all.

"Fuck!"

Han Feng had no choice but to try to find something to defend himself, and finally luckily found a hatchet in a corner.

Just when he calmed down a little, there was a sudden sound of messy footsteps from the far end of the corridor.

Han Feng's nerves tensed again in an instant—although he had a guy in his hand, it was definitely not wise to use this thing to match the gun.

As the saying goes: the gun is fast when it is seven steps away, and the gun is accurate and fast within seven steps.

Han Feng hurriedly hid in the corner behind the door and raised his camp axe, secretly praying that the other party would not come in, and at the same time, it could be regarded as slightly increasing his chances of winning.

However, he was afraid of something, the footsteps were getting closer and closer to Han Feng, and there were banging doors from time to time, indicating that the other party was trying to open the door from room to room.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered his own system. The search function of the workshop system should help him grasp the surrounding situation.

Sure enough, a green light spot was gradually approaching the room where Han Feng was hiding.

The door was pushed open abruptly, but Han Feng, who was hiding in the dark, hesitated for a moment—even though he had already done mental training, for him who had never even killed a chicken, it took a camp ax to smash a person's head , is really a matter that is difficult to make up your mind right away.

But it was at this moment that Han Feng noticed from the corner of his eye that the person who came in was already covered in blood, with horrific wounds, obviously seriously injured, and looked like an airport security guard from the looks of his clothes The personnel, but they are Asian faces, which seem a bit out of place.

"call……"

Han Feng heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this, which meant that at least this time he didn't have to face the choice of whether to kill or not.

The person who crawled into the room leaned against a table and gasped for breath. He also quickly saw Han Feng holding a camp ax in the corner, and his eyes showed a little joy.

"Brother, give me a tourniquet, or a bandage."

The man clutched the bleeding wound on his waist and spoke with difficulty in English with a strange accent.

At this time, Han Feng finally realized that the green light on the radar should mean that this person belongs to the friendly army.

Han Feng was about to explain that he didn't have this kind of thing on his body, when he heard footsteps coming from the corridor again, but this time the voice was calm and evenly rhythmic, so it shouldn't be an injured person.

A red bright spot appeared immediately at the edge of the radar's search range, which further confirmed Han Feng's guess just now—generally speaking, different colors on the map often mean that the enemy and the enemy are different.

Before Han Feng could react, the injured man on the opposite side showed a terrified expression, and quickly gestured for him to keep silent, and went back to hide behind the door, while he took out a pistol and pointed it in the direction of the door.

Obviously, the comer behind was not kind.

Han Feng is a bit regretful now. If he hadn't hesitated for half a second just now, but just hit the camping ax directly, he might not have faced the current situation.

However, this idea was quickly forgotten by him. These guys who rushed into the airport in armed pickup trucks and strafed them obviously belonged to the chaotic and evil camp.

They don't consider you a teammate just because you killed their enemies.

During the time when Han Feng was thinking wildly, the steady footsteps had already approached quickly. This person did not test from room to room. After all, judging from the injury of the person in front, it is estimated that a lot of blood has been left in the corridor, and it is easy to follow along. Looking for it.

"boom--"

"boom--"

The sound of the door being kicked open and the sound of a gunshot exploded in Han Feng's ears almost at the same time, and a blood hole appeared on the chest of the security guy leaning against the table. Died on the spot.

Han Feng behind the door witnessed all this happening, he bit the corner of his collar tightly in his mouth to prevent himself from making a sound out of fear, at this time, even the noise caused by teeth chattering could be fatal .

"I finally found it..."

The person at the door murmured to himself, then went straight into the room, and walked towards the bleeding corpse by the table, as if he wanted to rummage for something.

This time, without hesitation, Han Feng raised the camping ax with both hands, and the sharp axe blade with its huge inertia almost sliced ​​through the back of the man's head without hindrance.

"Boom-"

Then came the muffled sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

Looking at the red and white body gradually oozing out in front of him, as well as his own hands that were also stained red, Han Feng didn't feel the panic he imagined for the first time he killed someone.

The crazily secreted adrenaline made his heart beat wildly, gasping for breath but still feeling lack of oxygen, but at this time his thinking was still sober, not like a novice at all.

The man stabbed to death by Han Feng's camping ax had a shotgun on his body. Han Feng squinted his eyes halfway, resisting the visual impact brought by the red and white liquid, and untied the gun strap from the man.

The moment Han Feng touched the gun, relevant information appeared in his mind.

　Open this chapter and say, you can see the picture I posted

　　
　
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