Super Special Forces King

Chapter 336

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Zhai Qiang and Mike are already sweating at the moment, but they are both clenching their teeth.

Johnson disassembled and assembled the simplest AK rifle over and over again. As the number of times increased, his speed increased.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Feng's eyes lit up.

Disassembling and assembling firearms is the best way to see how sensitive a person is to firearms. The more sensitive a person is, the better at shooting in the future.

As Zhai Qiang and Mike were about to reach their limit, Zhang Feng asked them to stop.

Physical exercise is not a matter of overnight, it needs long-term persistence, otherwise it will only achieve an overwhelming effect.

What I just said about the rifle with Johnson was just to tell them two again, and let them disassemble and assemble with Johnson.

The morning passed so quickly. In the afternoon, both Zhai Qiang and Mike were responsible for their affairs.

And Zhao Qiang also returned to the house with the soundproof material.

Johnson, Zhang Feng, and Zhao Qiang started to transform the basement by themselves.

A large amount of soundproofing materials are laid on the floor and walls of the room, which has achieved a sufficiently good sound insulation effect. Once the gunfire leaks out, it will inevitably be heard in the ears of interested people. Moreover, it is only two kilometers away from the government military station in Rwanda. The distance must be very careful.

It's just that now there are very few bullets left in the three rifles, and you have to keep your defense.

The most urgent thing now is to purchase a batch of arms, not only for self-defense, but also for Johnson and others to train.

"Second strongman, how are you inquiring about the armament matter?" Zhang Feng asked on the sofa when it was already night after the basement renovation.

"Brother Feng, I have also bought guns on the black market before, but the price is very high, and I don’t know how many hands have been dumped. I would like to inquire again these days to see if there are any reliable buyers. "Zhao Qiang replied.

Hearing Zhao Qiang’s words, Zhang Feng shook his head slightly, and said: "Second strong son, you are a little bit closer and farther away. No matter whether it is a large or small arms dealer, there must be someone behind the supplier. We can purchase a batch from them first. After the two parties have reached a trust relationship, large quantities of purchases come in. There are not so many goods. If the arms dealer wants to make money, they will naturally pick up the goods from the supplier."

"Yeah, why didn't I think about it. That's OK, Brother Feng, I will go to him early tomorrow morning." Zhao Qiang scratched his head and said suddenly.

"Tomorrow I will go with you, Johnson, you stay and continue to supervise the training of the two of them, you know?"

Hearing this, Johnson nodded, and learned the names of Zhao Qiang and others and said in crappy Chinese: "I know, Brother Feng."

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The next day, early in the morning, before the sky was clear, Zhang Feng and Zhao Qiang drove out of the house in the latter's dilapidated jeep.

Zhang Feng wears a peaked cap on his head, slightly blocking the scars that have recovered on his face, and he is carrying an AK-47 on his back. The insurance has been opened and is in a state of firing at any time.

The vehicle drove slowly out of the urban area and got into the alley on the outskirts of the city.

Although it was still early days, I could see a lot of black men standing on the side of the street with a guard, all carrying weapons.

There are even some black men gathered in three or four, sitting in the corner, smoking marijuana in high spirits.

The vehicle stopped at the door of a dilapidated yard, and Zhang Feng got off facing Zhao Qiang.

Zhao Qiang knocked on the door, and half a day later, a **** man of about 30 years old opened the door to a gap and said coldly, "What did you do?"

"I'm leveling Sang, it's not the first time I have come here." Zhao Qiang said coldly.

"Wait." After finishing the speech, the door closed again with a ‘bang’.

It took a full ten minutes before the door reopened from inside. The black man who came out at the head looked like he was about fifty years old, with a thick beard, but his head was shaved.

"Zhao? What are you doing? I heard that your nest has just been handed over."

Zhao Qiang's mouth twitched twice, and he cursed and said, "Pingsang, don't talk coldly. What can I do when I come to you? I want to find a woman, and you don't have one here either."

The man at the head was Pingsang in Zhao Qiang's mouth. He was not surprised when he heard what Zhao Qiang said. Instead, he turned his gaze to Zhang Feng and asked, "What does he do?"

"Made, of course my little brother." Zhao Qiang said cursingly. This was discussed when he and Zhang Feng went out again, after all, Zhang Feng was a freshman.

Pingsang looked at Zhang Feng again, and said to Zhao Qiang: "My rules here, you should understand that you must search your body when you go in. All weapons are left and you will return them when you go out."

"Of course I understand the rules." Zhao Qiang nodded, then turned to Zhang Feng and nodded.

Zhang Feng took off the assault rifle from his backpack and handed it to the black man next to him.

The other two big men behind Pingsang came over and searched both Zhao Qiang and Zhang Feng, but they did not find any weapons.

As Ping Sang sat in the courtyard, Ping Sang asked, "Zhao, what are you going to buy this time? A pistol, a rifle, or a grenade?"

"All! Maade, I just got overcast once and I must find a place back. Money, I don't care, I want it as long as there is good goods!" Zhang Feng said, patting his chest.

Hearing this, Pingsang's eyes lit up. We usually sell two weapons in one hand, and even one or two thousand rounds of ammunition. Now, listening to his words, I am afraid there is a big order.

He immediately put on a smile on his face, and said with a smile: "Let’s sit inside first. I'll let someone bring the samples. As long as you buy a large quantity, the price is easy to say."

"Good!" Zhao Qiangqiang agreed grinningly.

Ping Sang turned his head to face his subordinates, and after a few words in a low voice, he led Zhang Feng and Zhao Qiang into the room.

The decoration in the room does not look like the dilapidated exterior. The leather sofa looks very stylish.

From the drawer, I took out the expensive cigar I usually don't want to smoke and handed it to Zhao Qiang. Pingsang tentatively said, "Zhao, I don't know how much you need this time. Tell me about it. I have a good idea. "

"Grass, I have a bottom with you."

Zhao Qiang probed forward slightly, and deliberately lowered his voice to express the rhetoric that Zhang Feng had asked him to say, "I met a foreign funder, not bad for money! Don't want garbage, just the best. And because you have a huge appetite, I'm afraid that your inventory is too small and you don't have enough food at all."