A week later...

"Brother Dasha, are these Annan people reliable? Brother Yao gave us the task for the first time, so he can't mess it up."

On the high seas, a fishing boat rides the wind and waves.

Dasha was wearing a windbreaker and sunglasses, and led several younger brothers to stand at the bow of the boat.

Since he won the title of Red Stick, Dasha's status among the stars has risen rapidly, and now he is the captain of the Pistol Team directly under the headquarters.

The Pistol Team, as the name suggests, belongs to the Gunners' Team of the General Office.

Although there are not many people, only more than fifty people, this elite team of professional gunmen is not comparable to that of young and dandy who use watermelon knife.

If someone has a corps, he naturally needs weapons.

Fortunately, Dasha has not been in vain for many years. He met a group of members of the Annan Gang who were seeking life at the dock. Under the introduction of the Annan Gang, he joined a garrison major general brigade commander in Annan.

At present, Annan is fighting a self-defense counterattack with Tang State, with civil strife in the domestic situation and prices soaring.

The garrison brigade commander in charge of the armed forces was not a loyal and patriotic person, and he often smuggled weapons out of the chaos.

The purpose of Dasha's trip was very simple, which was to buy some weapons from the other party to arm his subordinates.

Of course, there are also arms business in Hong Kong Island, but the scale is not large and the price is extremely high.

The people of Annan are different. Not only do they sell all the guys, but they are much cheaper than those on the market.

If this deal is done, he, the captain of the pistol team, deserves his name.

"Don't talk nonsense, it's all ahead."

After driving on the high seas for a while, I was far away and saw a cargo ship from afar.

The name of the freighter is KD, which is the group of people whom they made an appointment with.

"Follow me up with six people, the others were on the boat."

Dasha signaled to lean over the boat, and ordered his subordinates.

Twist...

The fishing boat was emitting black smoke and slowly approached the freighter.

The people on the freighter saw the fishing boat from afar. Several guards whispered and rolled down the boat ladder.

"Why are you here, Dasha? We've been waiting for you for half an hour."

As soon as Dasha took the man up, an Annan man wearing a gold necklace came up.

"Brother Baoli is really sorry. We went to sea for the first time and had never used sea navigation. We almost ran to the Philippines."

Dasha went up and gave the man a hug, and then whispered in the ear: "Are the things ready?"

"Don't worry, for your cargo, the brigade commander sent his youngest son."

Baoli responded to Dasha and asked back, "Did you bring the money?"

"Take it with me."

Dasha pulled the younger brother beside him and patted his backpack.

"Let's go in first, don't let the young master wait for a long time."

Baoli took Dasha inside.

Walking and watching.

There were more than a dozen people standing on the deck. These people were dark-skinned and stood straight, and they were obviously trained in military training.

Although they were not wearing military uniforms, each of them carried an AK on their backs and their positions were very particular. They could enter the bunker instantly when they encountered an emergency.

"Stop looking, these are members of the brigade guard company, all veterans who have been on the battlefield."

Baoli walked in front and replied.

"I've been on the battlefield, no wonder I'm so murderous."

Dasha nodded silently.

The pistol team he ordered to form was mostly from his hometown, and more than half were restored soldiers who had been on the battlefield.

These people have excellent psychological qualities, and are ruthless in their actions and prohibitions. They are two different concepts: Young and Dangerous.

"Baoli, what's the young master's surname? I have to have a title, right?"

Walking inside, Dasha asked Baoli.

Baoli didn't look back: "The surname of the traveler is Ruan, so is the young master. Just call Mr. Ruan when you see someone. He knows a little Tang language. By the way, let your brothers abide by the rules. If these people kill without blinking, I can't protect you if something happens."

Annan has accepted Chinese culture since ancient times, especially at the junction of Xiguang area. Many people will speak some Tang dialect, and a few people can even speak dialects.

"Don't worry, I know."

Dasha followed Baoli in.

"Mr. Ruan, this is a big fool, my friend on Hong Kong Island."

"Dasha, this is Mr. Ruan, the son of the traveler."

When he arrived in the cabin, under the escort of a group of armed personnel, Dasha met Mr. Ruan who was coming to trade.

Mr. Ruan is not very old and looks only in his twenties.

Since he is the youngest son of a voyage, he should be around fifty this year.

The major general and brigade commander at around fifty years old were in charge of logistics, and he was considered to be highly powerful.

"Did you bring the money?"

Ruan Zhixing seemed a little impatient and was not in the mood to be polite with the big fool.

Dasha knew that he was late, so he didn't say much. He took off the backpack behind his subordinates, opened the zipper, and poured the money inside on the table.

"Huh!"

Ruan Zhixing did not look at the money, but looked at the gold watch on Dasha's hand.

Dasha was wearing a Rolex rich gold watch. The gold watch looked golden under the light, which was particularly dazzling.

Compared with Dasha's gold watch, the gold necklace on Ruan Zhixing's neck was eclipsed, making his eyes turn green.

"Where is the goods?"

Dasha did not notice Ruan Zhixing's expression, but looked at the box behind everyone.

Ruan Zhixing clapped his hands and signaled to lift the box up.

The box is long and opened with a crowbar, and inside is a pistol wrapped in oil paper.

"The imitation of Karev t30 and Annan version is definitely not worse than the May Fourth Movement of the Tang Kingdom, and they are all new products."

Ruan Zhixing threw a gun over and signaled Dasha to check it out by himself.

Dasha tore the oil paper with a cigarette in her mouth, and nodded with satisfaction at the buttery pistol inside.

Pull the bolt and withdraw the magazine.

Weigh it a few times.

"Yeah, it's a good thing."

Dasha was very satisfied and then asked, "How is the price?"

"Twenty thousand Hong Kong dollars per unit."

Ruan Zhixing answered in Cantonese.

"It's so expensive, the Hong Kong black market is only at this price, right?"

A little brother couldn't help but say.

"How can it be the same? The guns on the black market are made by private workshops themselves, and some are second-hand goods."

Ruan Zhixing was unhappy: "Ours are produced by military industry. Look at the borehole and the gun body. Whether it is the process or the materials, they are all first-class. The production line was bought from the Soviet Union for a large price."

This is true, Annan is different from Tang Kingdom.

The May Fourth Movement of the Tang Dynasty was imitating the black star, and it had its own improvements.

Annan bought the production line and assembled it by himself. Strictly speaking, what they produced was Black Star, but they changed their name in China.

"Twenty thousand is only twenty thousand, I want two hundred, each one will receive two more magazines and bring 50 bullets. Is there any problem?"

Dasha put the gun back and did not say anything more about the price, but chose to find a place outside the price.

First of all, two more magazines can be used to avoid the time to change the bullets.

In addition, one magazine is worth 1,000 Hong Kong dollars on the Hong Kong Island black market, and giving two is equivalent to suppressing the price.

"no problem."

Ruan Zhixing nodded and agreed.

"Whether there are long guys, it may not be enough to be short."
To be continued...