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Seeing someone draw a gun, Xu Cheng suddenly became nervous. He frowned, put his right hand on his waist, and was about to draw the gun. He looked at Fu Ming.see the latest chapter

Fu Ming was not too nervous, with a playful expression on his face, he shook his head at Xu Cheng, signaling him not to make a move for now, Mo Bing and Hearing Hall also stretched their hands behind their backs, touching the dagger.

They are killers, and their shooting speed is naturally not as fast as that of Xu Cheng who is a special soldier. But when it comes to knives, especially flying knives, Xu Cheng can't compare with the two of them. As long as the two men with guns make any changes, Mo Bing and the auditory hallucination 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 there were no special circumstances, Fu Ming would not have ordered Xu Cheng to shoot. He did not want to cause trouble here. [

It's just that Fu Ming feels a little strange now. When he arrives in China, both the Intelligence Department of the General Staff and the National Security Bureau will protect Fu Ming under the instigation of the Chinese government. It is said to be protection, but it is actually a disguised surveillance. Fu Ming patrols After looking around, no secret sent by the Chinese government was found.

He snorted coldly, and cursed secretly in his heart: "Sure enough, it's nothing to do with me and hang up! It's not their jurisdiction, so I don't care about my life..."

"Yin Wendong, is there anything else you want to say before you die?" The man with the gun gritted his teeth and said, in the imperial capital, if they want to kill someone, especially someone like Yin Wendong, it will not cause any trouble at all. There will be someone who will wipe his ass against the cylinder.

The corners of Yin Wendong's mouth were twitching constantly. He took a deep breath, and then his expression slowly softened: "The last words, you should say it." He believed that with Fu Ming here, it was impossible for Fu Ming not to take action. Surely nothing will happen.

Seeing that the matter could not be eased, Fu Ming could only sigh, and nodded slightly to Xu Cheng.

Xu Cheng understood, and suddenly pulled out the m9 pistol from his waist, first turned off the insurance, and held his right wrist with his left hand to increase the shooting stability.

"Don't kill anyone." Fu Ming growled.

As soon as the voice fell, Xu Guo pulled the trigger resolutely after hearing only two gunshots. The close-range shooting didn't require much flight time at all. The gunshots echoed continuously in the empty suburbs, and the people in the bar were intoxicated by the music. Naturally, you can't hear anything, and there is a commercial area nearby, and there are almost no residents in the middle of the night.

The bullet came whistling, and accurately pierced the right wrists of the two men, and the bullet got stuck in the bone, but their hands could no longer hold the pistol.

The two guns fell to the ground with a thud, and Mo Bing and Hearing suddenly appeared, drew a dagger from behind, and pressed it against the necks of the two men.

The sharp dagger pierced into the flesh, and bloodshot eyes were already visible. If Mo Bing and the auditory hallucination had used more force, the carotid arteries, larynx and trachea of ​​the two men would have been severed in an instant.

"Playing with guns in front of my boss, you're not fucking qualified." The hallucination spit: "Kneel down." He kicked hard behind a man's knee, and the man fell to his knees with a plop.

The man looked at Yin Wendong with a strange look, thinking in his heart, this Yin Wendong has always been a coward, why did he have such a powerful role under his hands? Obviously, he regarded the boss he was talking about in his auditory hallucinations as Yin Wendong .

Under Fu Ming's instruction, Xu Cheng had already put away the pistol, and picked up the two shells on the ground. Fu Ming didn't want to make trouble in the imperial capital at all. If the police came, he wouldn't know the Zhongnanhai vp in his hand. Pass, Zeng Ziguang will not come to the scene because of a small gang shooting case. Although Fu Ming will not be detained by the police for a long time, he will definitely spend several hours in the detention center.

That kind of feeling is too bad. It's not that Fu Ming has 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?

"You're so brave! A police gun." Fu Ming sneered, picked up the pistol, and looked at the five-pointed star on the handle of the pistol. If it was a standard police pistol, the five-pointed star should be positive, but this gun, the five-pointed star But it was crooked. Fu Ming opened the safety of the pistol, then unloaded the case, pulled the bolt, and with a click, the gun was unloaded, came out of the breech hole, and bounced to the ground.

"The smell of gun oil is quite heavy, and it's been well maintained! It's just... this broken gun doesn't need any good maintenance at all." Fu Ming chuckled, and put the bulletless 77 pistol in his ear Next to it, shaking gently.

There was a crackling sound in the gun body, and it was obvious that the fit of the parts was not very good, which further verified his guess. [

A well-made police pistol is silent when shaken.

"The blueprint product, it's pretty good to be able to do this." Fu Ming threw away the pistol, and used a handkerchief to pinch 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, which is a hand-pressed child.

To be precise, this 77-style pistol made by myself is already very good if it can fire well. As for the power and accuracy, it is naturally much worse than the standard one.

"Anyway, it's not bad to be able to make this thing. It's purely handmade, and the price is much higher than the standard." Fu Ming threw away the child again, and he was still very satisfied with the result.

After all, guns are homemade and not brought in through smuggling. Most of China's smuggled guns come from Southeast Asia and neighboring countries in East Asia, and the sources of arms for warlords in these countries are all controlled by UNTR. When Ming was negotiating with those so-called generals, he mentioned that no matter who it is, smuggling arms to China is a dead end, even if there is only one child.

Seeing that these guns were made of earth, Fu Ming was naturally relieved. It seems that the warlords are still very obedient, but there are some things in this gun that cannot be made by themselves. You can make it yourself, and you can make the box yourself, but you can't make the trigger, spring, and firing pin.

But these things, bought from Hong Kong, are legal, just kidding, springs, firing pins, triggers, what is illegal.

Fu Ming walked up to the two men who were kneeling on the ground: "Whoever made it may still be able to hang out with me."

The two raised their heads and looked at Fu Ming with the same resentful eyes. One of them frowned, but he was thinking in his heart, why did the young man in front of him seem to have seen him before, so familiar.

Fu Ming just made a joke with them, asking Mo Bing and Hearing to hand over the two men to Yin Wendong's younger brother, and then pulled Yin Wendong aside.

"It seems that you are not living very well these days!" Fu Ming took out a cigarette, handed one to Yin Wendong, and lit the cigarette in his mouth.

"I can't help it. I'm forced by life. I have a criminal record and I can't do a good job. I thought I could make a living by opening a bar in the suburbs..." Yin Wendong's expression turned ugly.

"These two people are handed over to you, what are you going to do with them?"

"How else can I deal with it?" Yin Wendong beckoned to his younger brother.

A younger brother ran over: "Boss, what are your orders?"

"Treat them first, then beat them up, let them go, and don't cause trouble." Yin Wendong is still very measured. Now he has settled down a lot, and the police don't bother to care about him. Things are still okay: "Throw those two guns into the moat, do it cleanly, let those two grandsons tell their boss, don't mess with me if it's okay."

The younger brother nodded and ran away immediately.

"Fu Ming, you helped me again, and 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 and help me..."

"My younger brothers still have to open their mouths to eat. This place can't be thrown away. Besides, I'm not suitable for guns, intrigues, and political matters..." Yin Wendong frowned and rejected Fu Ming.

"I knew you had this attitude." Fu Ming laughed aloud: "If you really mess with me, then you won't be called Yin Wendong."

Su Xuan came out of the bar. Before Fu Ming came out, she told Fu Ming that there would be danger, and she didn't let Su Xuan come out. [

But when Su Xuan came out, the matter had been settled, Su Xuan's face was a little depressed, and she didn't see any good scenes.

"Stay in the imperial capital for a few days. I'm free these days. If you want to find me, call me. I'll accompany you to relax." 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 withdrew her hand.

"Don't throw it away for me anymore." 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 have read all the news. Untr is at war with the Lebanese government army, and the war between China and Japan The conflict is also related to UNTR..." Su Xuan did not say that China and Japan went to war, but instead said that it was a conflict. It can be seen how much work the Chinese government has done through public opinion on this matter. Ordinary civilians cannot imagine what happened in Japan things over the mainland.

"Don't dare, I will definitely call you." Fu Ming put away his business card: "I should go too." He looked at his watch, it was already twelve o'clock in the morning, if there is no special situation tomorrow, then he Maybe he will pull Zeng Xiaoting out to spend time with this little girl.

Fu Ming felt that he owed Zeng Xiaoting too much, and his boyfriend who had a name didn't spend much time with him. He spent all day fighting and plotting abroad. Fu Ming also needed to relax.

"There will be a period later. The next time I hear about you, I don't want you to be killed by a certain country. Be careful, I will treat you as a friend." Yin Wendong said goodbye to Fu Ming.

Fu Ming greeted Xu Cheng and the others, then smiled at Yin Wendong: "I'm sure I'm alive and well, haven't I finished yet?" After speaking, he turned and left without thinking.

But Fu Ming found that they didn't 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 others followed him to the taxi and reported the location.

As soon as the wheels turned, Fu Ming's satellite phone rang.

"Hey."

"Brother..." It was Carianna Soyce who called: "Please make sure that the current satellite line is normal and safe."

"What happened." Hearing Kariana's serious tone, Fu Ming's heart couldn't help but tighten: "This line is very safe."

"The nuclear explosion in London...is on the horizon."