If Lin Yao had not introduced himself, with his handsome appearance, perhaps, there might be one percent chance of having something with Chen Lili, such as a beautiful encounter.

But all of this was destroyed by the word Tazhai.

Others don’t know where Tazhai is, but can people from Dongshan Benxiang not know?

In the eyes of locals, it is just a fire pit or a gasoline barrel buried underneath.

The probability of one percent instantly dropped to one thousandth and one thousandth. Since then, Chen Lili never said a word to him again, and her eyes were dodging.

Lin Yao smiled bitterly at this, but he didn't expect Tazhai to be so lethal.

Sure enough, it’s time to invite the poison from Tazhai. If you don’t know, people from Tazhai will stab you in the backbone when they go out.

"A Yao, that girl looks good!"

While playing cards, Chang Shan winked at Lin Yao.

"It's good, but when they heard that I was from Tazhai, they were so scared that they didn't dare to talk to me. Who did you say I would provoke whom?"

Lin Yao and the other two fought against the landlords, chatting without a word.

Time flies. In the early morning, Beijing Station arrived, and Chen Lili got off the bus in a hurry.

Lin Yao did not see him off, nor even said a word to Chen Lili.

Everyone is just a chance meeting, and it is normal for the origin and death of fate. After all, we are all passers-by to each other, and no one will stop for anyone.

In this way, the train left Dajing Station and continued to set out to the north.

At noon, Kanto Station arrived.

"Changshan, Changshan!"

After leaving the train station, Lin Yao heard someone shouting Chang Shan’s name in the crowd.

Looking up, the person who spoke was a middle-aged man in his forties.

Changshan walked up happily, first giving the middle-aged man a hug, and then introduced: "This is my good brother Song Luotuo, Luotuo, this is Ayao from Tazhai, and that is my partner Zhang Biao."

"Brother Tuo." Lin Yao greeted Song Luotuo with a smile, and also looked at him.

Song Luotuo is about the same age as Changshan. He has a flower vest, big shorts, and a white hat on his head. He is dressed very fashionable.

According to Changshan's meaning, Song Luotuo had some skills in Guandong and could get a handy guy for them.

As for why Changshan has such a friend, Lin Yao never heard him say in detail. I think there are cats and cats, and mouses and mouses. As a gunman who licks blood at the edge of a knife, it is not surprising that Changshan knows a few such people.

"Changshan, we haven't seen each other for two or three years. Don't rush to leave this time. I have to entertain you well."

"No need to worry, we are here to work this time, and we can't stay here for a few days. By the way, have you helped me with what happened yesterday? Don't let it go."

"It's done, it's all top-notch goods."

At the greeting of Song Luotuo, Lin Yao and the other two got into a van.

Listening to the conversation between the two, he guessed that the so-called good goods should be the weapons prepared for them.

Sure enough, Song Luotuo got into the car and quickly talked to Changshan, saying, "I have prepared two short dogs, two native dogs, enough dog food, right?"

Chang Shan nodded slightly: "Absolutely."

Short dogs are synonymous with short guns, generally referring to imitation 54, while local dogs are local hunting rifles or bird guns. They have enough dog food, which means there are enough bullets.

“Where did you put the stuff?”

"I have a forest farm in the northern suburbs, and the things are there. Do you have the money to bring?"

When Song Luotuo said this, he looked at the rearview mirror again and said, "Changshan, relationships are relationships, and the price is undiscussed. The market is tight during this period. I'm a waste of my skills."

"Say a number."

"Short dogs are three or eight yuan, local dogs are five or eight yuan, and dog food is free."

The three-eight dollars here is not really three-eight dollars, but 38,000 yuan, and one piece is ten thousand.

Hearing this price, Chang Shan said to Lin Yao: "It's pretty good."

"Changshan, did you bring the money?"

Song Luotuo smiled and said, "I don't have credit."

"It's more than enough to bring it."

At Chang Shan's instructions, Zhang Biao patted the backpack in his arms, saying that Song Luotuo didn't have to worry.

"That's fine. Come with me to see the goods. I'll have a good deal of money and a good deal. I'll invite this at noon."

The three of them had no objection and drove to the forest farm in Song Luotuo's car.

The forest farm was contracted by Song Luotuo. It is a forest that covers a considerable area. It is located remote and rarely visited, making it very suitable for doing business in a side business.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the Beijiao Forest Farm arrived.

Lin Yao and the other two got out of the car and followed Song Luotuo in. They soon saw a small courtyard on the hillside.

"Things are inside."

Song Luotuo skillfully opened the lock, opened the door, and after opening the door, he invited the three of them in.

Lin Yao stood inside and looked at it. The yard was quite large, with a total area of ​​200 to 300 square meters, with a main room and two side rooms.

When I walked into the main room, there was a bed, a water dispenser, a sofa, a gas stove, a TV and a half-drawer CD.

It seems that this is not just a trading location, but also a hidden refuge.

With Song Luotuo's profession, there should be many people who have been arranged to take refuge here, otherwise life measures would not be available.

"Where is the stuff?"

Changshan looked around but couldn't see where the thing was.

"There are partitions on the beams above, you can see them when you go up." Song Luotuo pointed up.

Lin Yao and the others looked up and found that there was no hanging ceiling on the roof, and a beam spanned across it.

"Biaozi, go up."

Chang Shan greeted Zhang Biao, and Zhang Biao didn't use a stool, and rushed up on the wall with both feet.

He put his hands on the beam of the room and took advantage of the force, and he rode on the beam of the room.

"Brother Shan, there is a secret circumstance."

The beam of the house was very thick and had a secret wall on it. Zhang Biao bent it with a dagger and quickly opened it and saw what was inside.

Two long, two short, four dogs wrapped in newspapers.

"Brother Shan, Ayao."

Zhang Biao picked up two handfuls of local dogs, sat on the beam of the house, and handed them down.

Lin Yao took the local dog and put it in his hand to weigh it twice. Not to mention, it was quite heavy.

When I tore open the newspaper, I saw a local hunting rifle inside with a sawed-off gun. The gun was about 60 cm long and it was obvious that it was a new product that had just been made. It was not an antique left by the older generation.

"What a new guy, it's still a buttery smell."

Chang Shan sniffed with his nose and showed a satisfied smile on his face.

At this time, Zhang Biao, who had taken two short dogs, also jumped off the beam of the house, tore open the newspaper a few times, revealing two black and shiny imitations.

"Ayao, can you use it?"

Seeing Lin Yao fiddling with the local dog, Chang Shan asked happily.

"This won't be used."

Lin Yao pretended to be an undercover agent, but he was not a gun expert. If you want to say that you can use a local dog, wouldn’t you be suspicious?

But soon, he looked at the short dog again and said, "I used the target during military training in college. I know how to use that, but I can't hit it accurately."

"Okay, give Zhang Biao a shotgun, you can take this."

Chang Shan took Lin Yao's native dog over and signaled Zhang Biao to give him the pistol.

Zhang Biao was overjoyed. As a professional gunman, he must know that hunting guns are more useful than pistols, and the two are not on the same level.

"Ayao, try it first, and ask me if you don't understand."

Zhang Biao handed Lin Yao a pistol, took the shotgun happily, and started to check it skillfully.

Lin Yao didn't say anything, took off the magazine, pulled the bolt, and weighed it twice to find out the feel.

The gun is good, although it is imitation but not genuine, the imitation process is nothing to say, and it is no different from the standard 54.

If you use this gun, you can even hit a wall with an eight-centimeter brick wall.
Chapter completed!