"It's you?"
The figure walking out of the darkness was none other than Huang Yi, who had gone through many vicissitudes of life.
He had thick stubble on his face and was not afraid of Jiang Jiahao's gun.
"Let's talk. I have a gift for you, as a congratulations on your joining the Red Stick."
After saying that, Huang Yi turned around and walked towards the darkness.
With a cold face, Jiang Jiahao instantly took out the silencer, installed it on the muzzle of his gun, and fired several shots at Huang Yi.
Ding ding ding~ The bullets flew around, hitting Huang Yi's two arms and two calves respectively.
He staggered, almost falling, and then stood up forcefully. Still facing Jiang Jiahao, he slowly disappeared into the darkness.
"What kind of airplane is he doing? Aren't you afraid of death?!"
Facing Huang Yi, who refused to dodge and shot him four times, Jiang Jiahao chased into the alley with murderous intent on his face.
As expected, there was no killer ambushing him in the alley. Huang Yi sat slumped in the corner, wrapping his arm with gauze, which seemed extremely laborious.
When he saw Jiang Jiahao chasing after him, he just smiled and said nothing.
Jiang Jiahao walked up to Huang Yi and put the muzzle of the gun between Huang Yi's eyebrows. As long as the trigger was pressed, Huang Yi's head would explode into a big watermelon.
Facing the cold muzzle of the gun on his forehead, Huang Yi remained unmoved. Even though cold sweat was dripping from his temples, he did not show any fear.
"You're right. If we weren't enemies, I'd really like to be friends with you. It's a pity."
"Ding ding ding~" Three shots were fired in unison, with only the crisp sound of the trigger and no gunshots.
Glancing at Jiang Jiahao's black star without a magazine, Huang Yi struggled to squeeze out a smile: "I never thought about killing you."
"But you shot."
Jiang Jiahao took out the magazine from his pocket and loaded it, lit a cigarette, took a puff, and handed it to Huang Yi.
"Of those three shots, two of them were aimed at the sky. The third shot was not aimed at your vitals, so you can't die and become the famous Zihuatan Red Stick."
"Jiang Jiahao, you just shot me four times and we are even."
Huang Yi took the cigarette and sucked on it. The pain on his face eased a bit, but what he said made Jiang Jiahao sneer.
"Today you say you will die if you break the law. I will finish smoking and send you on your way."
The cigarette hit the butt, and Huang Yicai threw it away reluctantly.
He supported the wall and saw Jiang Jiahao lifting the black star again and said to Jiang Jiahao:
"Jiang Jiahao, you also escaped from the refugee camp. You know that people like us can do anything to survive."
"You can kill me, but can you always protect Mu Hongfei and Mu Wanrou?"
"Send me away from Xiangjiang, and the grievances between us will be wiped out."
Seeing that Jiang Jiahao was just sullen and silent, Huang Yi suddenly laughed loudly, his smile full of helplessness.
"Jiang Jiahao, Wu Tao and the others died in your hands. I don't blame you. I blame them for their insatiable greed despite their lack of ability."
"I stole Artest's goods. If you don't kill them, Artest will force me to kill them. So I should thank you, not hate you."
"Think about it, should we shake hands and find a way out for each other, or should we do it for the so-called face, leaving us with no way to turn back."
"I can swear that as long as you can send me away from Xiangjiang, I will never be your enemy in this life, and I will also give you a gift that you can't refuse."
The alley fell into absolute silence. Huang Yi stopped talking and just stared at Jiang Jiahao with a smile.
"What gift can be more tempting than killing you?"
Jiang Jiahao took a deep breath, the murderous intent in his eyes gradually subsided, and he became a little more interested in Huang Yi's proposal.
Huang Yi dared to come to him alone today. No matter whether he was afraid of death or not, his companions hiding in the dark were his confidence.
It would be easy to kill Huang Yi with one shot, but then Jiang Jiahao and the Mu family would most likely face endless revenge from Huang Yi's partners.
Facing an enemy whose identity he couldn't even figure out, could Jiang Jiahao be on guard for a while, but could he be on guard for a lifetime?
Recalling the situation when he was shot that night, Jiang Jiahao had to admit that the reason why he survived being sprayed on the back by a shotgun was not because he was lucky, but because Huang Yi did not have the intention to kill.
Seeing that there was something to talk about, Huang Yi took out an address from his pocket and threw it to Jiang Jiahao, saying: "At 3 o'clock tomorrow afternoon, Artest will trade arms with the Vietnamese on Lamma Island."
"Is this news worth my life?"
Jiang Jiahao's right eyelid kept twitching and he asked, "How can I be sure if it's a trick you and Artai did."
"Hmph~ If I hadn't been unable to eat it, I wouldn't have told you this news. Whether you believe it or not is up to you."
"Jiang Jiahao, I will wait for you in this alley at this time in three days."
"If you send me away from Xiangjiang, I will give you a big gift."
Huang Yi sneered weakly, holding on to the wall and moving bit by bit.
Jiang Jiahao held Hei Xing's hand shaking constantly, raised the muzzle of the gun, pointed it at the back of Huang Yi's head, and turned on the safety.
With a silent sigh, Hei Weilai hung down, turned off the safety, and Jiang Jiahao turned around and left the alley.
He has decided that no matter whether the news sent by Huang Yi is true or false, he will go to Lamma Island to find out.
Back at the Yingjing Entertainment Center, Jiang Jiahao did not go to the banquet hall. Instead, he notified Buck Yasu and the others to gather in room 401.
Near seven o'clock in the evening, a group of drunkards gathered together. Seeing Jiang Jiahao sitting on the sofa with a pale face, they hurriedly lined up to go to the bathroom to flush.
Near eight o'clock, Ruan Wenjie and others sat in a row opposite Jiang Jiahao while sneezing.
Buck Yasu took the hot tea brought by Betty, refilled the cups for several people, and said, "Brother Hao, the brothers are all here. You can talk about something."
Jiang Jiahao put out the cigarette butt, his eyes swept over Buck Yasu, the Huang brothers, Betty, A Bao, and Jiang Qiwen, his voice was full of solemnity.
"Tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon, Artest will trade arms with the Vietnamese on Lamma Island."
"What? Brother Hao, this is no joke. Is the news true or false? Where did you hear it?"
"Chao, it doesn't matter if it's true or not, if Artest collects the arms, we will be the ones who suffer!"
"Ah Hao, let's go to Lamma Island to ambush him tonight. If Ah Tai really trades arms tomorrow, we'll rob him."
"Brother, I think Brother Ang is right. Since we are already hostile to Artest, if we get the news this time, we must go there regardless of whether it is true or false."
"Hey, I didn't say I couldn't go. I just wanted to confirm the authenticity of the news with Brother Hao. Why are you staring at me?!"
Seeing that several of his most trusted younger brothers expressed their opinions, Jiang Jiahao directly ordered: "Ask all the brothers who are waiting for the rest to leave Zihuatan in several waves and gather here."
"Okay, I'll go right away." Huang Mengli slapped his thigh, took his coat and left the room in a hurry.
Watching Huang Mengli leave, Jiang Jiahao assigned him again: "Qiwen, go and remove the security guard at the back door."
"Abao, just squat at the back door. A brother will come and lead you directly into the underground warehouse."
"Betty and Buck Yasu, you go rent two fishing boats and park them at the shore where we will transport the goods that night. You are not allowed to leave until we are there."
"Ruan Wenjie and Huang Mengang, you two go find a big iron pot to boil water and carry it to the partition of the underground warehouse."
After watching several people leave, Jiang Jiahao walked alone to the underground warehouse of Yingjing Entertainment Center and opened the large iron door where the firearms were stored.
In the warehouse, wooden boxes were neatly arranged, but more than half of them were missing. It seemed that Mu Hongfei had already taken away the smoke bricks.
After rummaging for a crowbar to pry open the wooden boxes, Jiang Jiahao disassembled the long and short firearms into parts and piled them on the table for sorting.
Not long after, Ruan Wenjie and Huang Mengang worked together to bring a large iron pot that was scorching hot, and also brought an iron bucket with burning charcoal fire, and placed the iron pot on the iron bucket.
Ruan Wenjie saw Jiang Jiahao throwing a bunch of gun parts into an iron pot to cook, and asked in surprise: "Ah Hao, if you cook it like this, can the gun still be used?"
Huang Mengang took long chopsticks, took out some of the cooked parts and spread them on the ground to dry, and helped Ruan Wenjie to learn literacy with a smile.
"You didn't know this. Gun dealers in any country like to apply a layer of wax oil on the firearms before trading them. This is not only convenient for storage, but also prevents the firearms from aging and rusting."
"These guns are all new and must have been coated with wax."
"The purpose of boiling it is to boil off the wax oil on the gun. Then wipe the water on the accessories. After assembly, not only will the gun be damaged, but it will also prevent the gun from jamming."
"Ah Hao, these are the army's tips for maintaining firearms. How do you know about them?"
Seeing that Jiang Jiahao had been busy dismantling the firearm, Huang Mengang could only smile and pointed to the parts on the ground at Ruan Wenjie: "Can you assemble it? If not, I will teach you."
"Guess?!" Ruan Wenjie held up two gun barrels and gestured for a long time. How could he know what kind of gun to load?
Seeing Huang Meng'ang clicking and fiddling with it, a brand new AK47 was assembled, and Ruan Wenjie gave him a thumbs up.
"Aang, will you teach me how to load a gun?!"
