The four families jointly paid for the expenses.
Xie Wendong did not object.
Spending money now will make it easier to negotiate when dividing the interests in the future.
Seeing this, Song Zhuo secretly breathed a sigh of relief and asked: "Mr.
Xie, after you get the weapons, what should you do next?"
Xie Wendong thought for a while and said: "Invite Zhao Chengjie and Yan Xuewen out to talk about our forces entering the Netherlands.
If they still object, we will kill them."
"What if they agree?"
Tang Yipeng asked.
"Haha" Xie Wendong smiled and said with squinted eyes: "Whether they agree or not, we can't be merciful.
If we want to do it, we must do it neatly and without leaving any harm."
Tang, Liu and Song were all startled and looked at each other.
No one said anything, but they nodded secretly in their hearts and agreed with Xie Wendong's words.
That evening, Song Zhuo went to buy weapons.
Weapons are the top priority, and it also involves the success of this operation.
Xie Wendong was worried and went with him personally.
In addition to Wu Xing and other close brothers, he was accompanied by Bai Hao.
Since his forces had entered the Netherlands before, Song Zhuo was very familiar with the environment of Amsterdam and was familiar with the roads.
He took Xie Wendong and others directly to the slums in the eastern part of the city.
This is a relatively backward place in Amsterdam, and the public security is also the worst.
More than 60% of the city's crime incidents come from here.
Compared with the glamorous and gorgeous urban area, this place looks dirty, messy, and dilapidated.
Buildings can be seen everywhere, with graffiti on the walls.
From time to time, idle and unemployed young people can be seen in groups on the streets, casting hostile glances at strangers and outsiders.
Xie Wendong, Song Zhuo and others came here by taxi.
They stopped at an alley and got out of the car.
Xie Wendong looked forward and back and asked, "Boss Song, your friend lives here.
In his In the impression, those who engage in arms trading are wealthy people.
Song Zhuo saw his doubts, smiled leisurely, and said: "Although this place is dilapidated, it is much safer than the city center."
Xie Wendong nodded and asked: "What's the name of your friend?"
"Fan Bike," Song Zhuo said.
Xie Wendong blinked after hearing this.
The old man from Sanctuary in the hotel also had the word "Fan" in his name.
He said casually: "There seem to be many Dutch people named Fan."
Song Zhuo nodded and said, "There are indeed many."
Fan has the meaning of wealth and prominence in the Netherlands, so it is very common for people to have the word "Fan" in their surnames.
The two of them walked and chatted, walked through half an alley, and stopped in front of a two-story building.
Song Zhuo looked around and said, "We're here."
As he spoke, he walked to the door of the small building and knocked lightly on the door a few times.
Not long after, the small window on the door opened, revealing half of a black face.
The big whites of his eyes formed a sharp contrast with the dark face.
The black man rolled his eyes, glanced at Xie Wendong, Song Zhuo and others, and then asked in a cold voice, full of caution: "Who are you looking for?"
Song Zhuo smiled and said: "I'm looking for Fan Bike, I'm his old friend."
"Oh."
The black man looked him up and down carefully, and said in a cold tone, "Wait a moment."
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After saying that, he closed the small window on the door again with a snap.
After waiting for seven or eight minutes, there was another movement inside the door.
With a crashing sound, the door of the building was opened, and a black young man walked out of it.
He wore a straight vest and had dark skin and hair.
Bright, with bulging muscles, very strong.
After coming out, he took another look at Xie Wendong and others, then looked around and found nothing unusual, then shook his head towards Song Zhuo and said, "Come in."
The building was dimly lit, with garbage all over the floor, and the air was filled with the smell of smoke and sweat.
In the corner of the porch, there were two people sitting on the floor, a man and a woman, both young and greedy.
He snorted the white powder with enjoyment.
Xie Wendong frowned, raised his hand, and rubbed his nose lightly.
The black young man's attitude was arrogant and rude, and he said to Song Zhuo: "The others stay, you come up to me and talk, and then walk upstairs."
Since Xie Wendong had already followed, Song Zhuo had the nerve to leave him downstairs.
He chuckled, pulled Xie Wendong and said, "This is my friend and my brother.
We want to meet Fan Bike together."
The young black man stared at Song Zhuo for a long time, then turned to look at Xie Wendong.
Seeing that he was thin and weak, looking malnourished, he sneered and said, "Let's walk."
Xie Wendong winked at the Five Elements Brothers and made two more secret gestures.
Fang and Song Zhuo followed the black young man upstairs.
The second floor is cleaner than the first floor and has much more light.
Along the way, Xie Wendong paid close attention to observation.
In total, the number of people in the building was between ten and twenty, and most of them were armed.
At the door of an office, the black young man stopped, knocked on the door twice, pushed the door open, stuck his head out and said: Boss, someone is here.
He raised his head to Song Zhuo and motioned for him to come in.
Xie Wendong and Song Zhuo entered the office.
The room was not small, and there were not many things inside.
A middle-aged white man in his forties and fat body sat behind the desk.
On his lap, there was also a sexy , a girl with heavy makeup.
After the two of them came closer, before they spoke, the obese middle-aged white man burst into laughter first and said: Song, we haven't seen each other for a long time, you are still the same, haha. . . . . .
Following a burst of hearty laughter, he turned his gaze to look at Xie Wendong and asked: Are these friends?
. . . . .
Xie Wendong nodded with a smile and said: My name is Xie Wendong.
Xie Wendong, a fat middle-aged man, touched his thick chin and said thoughtfully: The name is very familiar, as if he has heard it somewhere.
"After speaking, he looked straight at Xie Wendong.
Xie Wendong smiled leisurely and wrote lightly: "I am just a nobody."
The obese middle-aged white man laughed and ignored him.
He looked at Song Zhuo and asked, "Song, you came to me.
What's the matter?"
Although his tone was polite, his attitude was arrogant.
From the beginning to the end, he sat on the chair without moving.
Even the girl sitting on his lap had no intention of getting down.
Obviously, he did not take Xie Wendong and Song Zhuoer seriously.
People take it seriously.
Song Zhuo seemed to have been used to it for a long time, and there was no unnatural look on his face.
He said with a smile: "I came to you, of course I want to make a deal with you, a big deal."
"Oh."
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The obese middle-aged man rolled his eyes and asked, "What kind of big deal is this?"
Song Zhuo turned around, sat on the sofa next to his desk, tapped Erlang's legs, and said with a smile: "Two hundred short guns and fifty long guns, it should be considered a big deal."
The obese middle-aged man's eyes suddenly lit up, but then he asked with confusion: "Why do you want to buy so much this time?
Are you planning to do business in the Netherlands again?"
Last time, Song Zhuo's influence entered the Netherlands, but soon He was beaten out by the local gangs in disgrace.
This incident is still fresh in his memory.
When Song Zhuo mentioned the embarrassing incident from that year, his face turned red, he laughed twice, and just nodded without saying much.
The obese middle-aged man stopped asking questions, changed the subject, and asked casually: "When are you going to pick up the goods?"
"Now" Song Zhuo replied immediately without thinking.
The obese middle-aged man rolled his eyes and said awkwardly: "Song, it's a bad luck for you to come here this time.
Recently, the supply of goods has been very tight, and the demand has been huge.
Now you are buying so much at once." , I’m afraid there are some difficulties.”
Xie Wendong sneered in his heart.
The other party used words to find out that Song Zhuo was in urgent need of firearms, so he planned to take the opportunity to blackmail him.
He was a complete profiteer.
Song Zhuo's face changed slightly and he asked, "Fan Bike, don't you have any goods in hand?"
"It's not that there's nothing, it's just that the price is... it's more expensive than before."
The obese middle-aged man wiped his hands and laughed, laughing.
Upon hearing this, Song Zhuo also understood what the other party was thinking, but he didn't care.
The cost was shared equally among the four families.
No matter how valuable the other party's firearms were, he would not be able to share much with himself.
He nodded and said: "Price is not an issue, the main thing is availability, quality of goods, and I want to take them away now."
"Haha" the obese middle-aged man laughed and patted the girl's waist.
The latter got off his lap knowingly and walked aside.
The middle-aged man stood up slowly, waved to Song Zhuo and said: We are old friends.
I can let you inspect the goods first."
As he spoke, he walked out of the office and walked towards the small warehouse in the corridor.
There was a thick iron door locked in the small warehouse, with two locks on the top and bottom.
The obese middle-aged man took out the key from his pocket and opened the door.
There were dozens of large and small ordinary large cardboard boxes piled inside.
He asked The black young man following him shook his head.
The latter understood, walked quickly to the end of the warehouse, pulled out a cardboard box from inside, opened it, and found a long wooden box inside.
When he opened it again, there was All Type 16 American-made rifles.
The obese middle-aged man took out a rifle from the wooden box, played with it skillfully for a moment, and handed it to Song Zhuo.
At the same time, he said: "This is a 16a2 model automatic rifle.
It can shoot single fire, three bursts, and continuous fire."
Shooting, it is considered the most advanced in the United States, with stable performance and low price, and it is a hot commodity all over the world. " Song Zhuo pulled the bolt of the gun, and the gun body made a clicking sound.
People who know how to use a gun can judge whether it is good or bad just by listening to the sound.
Song Zhuo nodded repeatedly and asked, "How much does it cost?"
The obese middle-aged man chuckled and said: "I sell it to others for three thousand dollars.
You are my old friend, so of course I have to give it to you cheaper, two thousand five hundred dollars."
Two thousand five hundred US dollars is almost 20,000 RMB.
Xie Wendong sneered in his heart.
In China, such a rifle costs about 8,000 RMB.
In Taiwan, it is even cheaper.
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It will not exceed 5,000 RMB.
And this fat man really dares to The lion is too open-minded Song Zhuo also felt that the price was too fast.
He looked at Xie Wendong and asked in a low voice: "Mr.
Xie, look
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