At night, a pickup truck with a rear carport was parked next to the trash can in the deep alley in the suburbs of Los Angeles. The car did not turn off and the headlights were on. However, next to the car, an old man about 70 years old stood proudly on a winter night.》

He didn't look like he was 70 years old at all. His straight back and bright eyes were more dazzling than the young and strong guy in the dark. I'm afraid that the whole la would not be able to find such an old man.

Buzz.

A modified wild horse slowly swayed in along the alley. Every time the accelerator was stepped on, there would be a huge roar, just like the young people in the black area would know it after buying their first car, and then swaying across the market.

The wild horse car stopped and stopped behind the pickup truck. The strong light hit the old man directly. At that moment, the old man did not reach out to block it, but waited quietly, but just frowned slightly.

There were several Asians sitting in the Mustang car. These guys were notorious in both the Korean and Vietnamese areas. They were Yueqing people. They sat in the passenger seat and held cigarettes with their index fingers and middle fingers on the door. They were Ruan Kyung, who had almost killed the Korean city boss for Kim Tae-hee.

bump.

The car door opened, and four Vietnamese people in the car walked down. Ruan Kyung, wearing a windbreaker, vomited blue smoke, walked to the headlights, sat on the front cover, and asked, "Where is the goods?"

The old man shook his leather jacket, curled his lips, and responded without caring: "Vietnamese, the last time, this is the last time I remind you that if you still drive the wild horse that may attract police at any time in the next transaction, our business will be terminated."

“Hahahahaha…”

Ruan Jing smiled. He smiled arrogantly and unscrupulously. Finally, he trembled all over and his shoulders were already shaking significantly. He suddenly raised his head and stared at the old man: "Old guy, do you think you are important?"

“Don’t it matter?”

While speaking, the old man looked at Ruan Jing's subordinates, twisting his shoulders as if asking them, facing them one by one: "If it doesn't matter, why are you here?"

Ruan Jing stretched out his finger and shook, "If it's really as you said, why don't you continue to do business with the Russians? Oh... I forgot that they seem to be crippled; and Mexicans, my god, my memory has really deteriorated recently. They died earlier than Russians; and what about Armenians? They are huddled in the wandering areas all day long, and those turtles are too lazy to see you; and those black people who only play with pistols and ****, they can't eat your stuff at all."

"Los Angeles, after that celebrity detective emerged, I am the only one who dares to do business with you. But there are so many illegal arms dealers. Old guy, do you still think you are important now?"

The old man disagreed and did not even get angry. He took a step back lightly and reached out to open the rear compartment of the pickup truck under the lights. "MP5, brand new, none of them have been used, no gun number, even if you take it out and fire a complete shuttle of bullets at the door of the police station, you will not contact other cases. There are a total of ten bullets and one thousand bullets; Colt python, the most powerful existence among revolvers, even if one shot hits the abdomen at a close distance, the impact force alone can shatter the internal organs, ten bullets, five hundred bullets; US military standard defense grenades, exclusive equipment for ambitious people; m16, ten bullets; m4, ten bullets."

The guns filled with several cardboard boxes were opened one by one as the old man was talking, and the murderous black guns were never able to change their fate. Their existence was to seize the appointment.

At this moment, the old man turned around and said, "In Los Angeles, no illegal arms dealer can prepare so many weapons for you after a phone call. Only I can. Now, do I matter?"

Ruan Jing stared at the weapons, like a greedy wolf. Since it was a wolf, it was of course a wolf's business.

Under his fierce eyes, an evil smile appeared on his face. The moment the man lowered his head and raised his eyelids, the only difference was that a black fight was about to appear at the command.

"Uh~" the old man pondered and said, "Mr. Ruan, in fact, for my safety, I have made some small preparations. I hope you don't mind. I am already seventy years old, love money, timid, and afraid of death. This problem may not be changed in this life, so you'd better let your subordinates take out the money now, I'm serious."

At the entrance of the alley, another car drove in. When the doors of the two white vans were opened and the crowd holding m4 inside walked down, Ruan Jing turned around and saw a mixed force composed of black and white skins.

"Doco?"

When Ruan Jing saw the familiar face, the name in his mind blurted out. He really couldn't believe that Duoke, who had been prosperous under the Russians, was actually escorting an old man.

"It seems that there is no need to introduce it." The old man said relaxedly: "Mr. Ruan, where is the money?"

"Rear carriage."

Ruan Jing was a little dissatisfied. This time he has cooperated with this old man. He has asked for such a large amount this time, but!

He didn't think it would work. Ruan Jing always felt that this old man was different from ordinary gangsters. The people in the gang were either fierce or sinister and cunning, but the old man was too calm and relaxed, as if he had been tired of this, and was watching you play with a smile. So Ruan Jing made preparations today, and robbed him if he could, and bought him if he didn't have the chance. If he had already taken action but didn't take it down, then throw the money in the back compartment and buy his life...

It is precisely this kind of multi-handed approach to dealing with things that have made Ruan Jing live to this day, but the old man in front of him is many times smoother than him.

In this second, Ruan Jing understood. The other party opened the card in his hand just to continue doing business. If his group fired the gun first, no matter what the result was, the business would definitely not be able to continue. At the same time, Ruan Jing was a little scared. This old guy sounded the alarm for him. He might have known that his business partner was ill-behaved, otherwise how could he be prepared so timely? If he really started first, he would probably not even have the chance to buy his life!

Duoke opened the trunk and took out two black plastic bags in the trunk. The bags were filled with banknotes after inspection and held them in his hand. At that time, he nodded at the old man, meaning: "No problem."

The old man walked over from the pickup truck money, stretched his arms and said to himself: "I'm old and can't stay up all night, but Los Angeles is really beautiful at night. I don't like being in such a beautiful city at all..." He stopped, smiled and turned around, looked at Ruan Jing halfway in front of the van headlights and said: "It's so corpse." A face that did not show excessive viciousness suddenly exploded with a smile, and the light from the corner of his eyes seemed to be flashing under the lights of the headlights!

Bang.

Ruan Jing seemed to be slapped invisibly by the old man and slapped in the face, then spat and said viciously: "Don't be next time, otherwise I will never let you go!"

Although, the two methods are different.

"Who are you?" Ruan Jing asked afterwards.
Chapter completed!