Jiang Jiahao picked up a total of 70 younger brothers from the refugee camp. They are considered close confidants, and these people also respect Jiang Jiahao very much.
There were too many names for them, and Jiang Jiahao didn't bother to remember them, so he coded these people from 1 to 70. If he still accepts younger brothers in the refugee camp in the future, he would continue to number them with Arabic numerals.
Near nine o'clock, Chen Fei and his small group of nine people arrived. When they saw the rows of firearms in the warehouse, their eyes widened.
"Brother Hao, there are so many guns, is there a big operation tonight?"
Chen Fei, who is comparable to Stallone, bent down to pick up an assembled AK47 and played with it. He really couldn't put it down.
Abao smiled and said: "Brother Chen Fei, big brother said, you should familiarize yourself with the firearms first, and then fire the bullets when they reach their destination."
"Understood." Chen Fei raised his palm-sized hand, rubbed Abao's head, took out a large wave candy from his arms and handed it to Abao.
"When I came here, I saw the candy store was open, so I bought you one."
"Just spoil him. If he eats sweets at night, he will get cavities~"
Jiang Qiwen was leaning against the wall and wiping the gun accessories. When she saw Abao tearing off the candy wrapper impatiently and taking a bite of the wave candy, she rolled her eyes helplessly.
"Sister Jiang, don't be angry. I'll give you a taste. It's so sweet."
When it comes to flattering girls and making them happy, Po is definitely good at it. He can be called the number one scumbag in Jiang Jiahao's team.
Seeing Jiang Qiwen staring at the wave candy, he smiled and walked over, bringing the wave candy to Jiang Qiwen's mouth.
Jiang Qiwen was not polite. She took a big bite and bit off a big piece. She was finally satisfied.
"Mum, sister Betty, take a bite too, it's so sweet."
When Abao saw Jiang Qiwen biting a piece of wave candy, he moved closer to Betty and brought the wave candy to her mouth. The latter rubbed Abao's head lovingly and bit off a piece.
After Chen Fei and others, the younger brothers from Ah Da to Ah Wu, No. 10 to No. 17 also came to the warehouse and were shocked by the firearms all over the floor.
After Jiang Jiahao became the owner of Yingjing Entertainment Center, he used part of his working capital to buy a five-story building at the junction of Yau Ma Tei and Zhulong, and placed all the horses in his hands.
On weekdays, these mazai who take turns have nothing to do, so they turn into decoration workers and decorate the rough buildings bit by bit. Now they have decorated a few houses.
Today, the boss was laid off. It was rare for the younger brothers to get together in a small building to drink some wine and brag. Then they received news from Huang Mengli that the boss had a mission.
This group of horse boys packed up their clothes and hurried to the Yingjing Entertainment Center to gather, but they didn't expect that the boss's mission would involve using a gun?
"You should familiarize yourself with the firearms first. The bullets will be distributed to you when they arrive at the mission location."
Abao chewed half a fan of sugar candies and instructed the new boys to familiarize themselves with firearms.
That's right, it's my little brother!
Abao joined Jiang Jiahao and was ranked as a white paper fan.
Whether it is his status in the club or his status in Jiang Jiahao's heart, he is higher than these Ma Zai who were picked up from the refugee camp.
Although it's embarrassing to call a little kid "boss", this is the seniority and no one can change it!
Seeing that the bosses had spoken, each of the group of horse boys picked up a gun and walked to a corner to familiarize themselves with the firearms.
Some of them knew how to use a gun, but most of them had never touched a gun before, so they were considered as novices. Jiang Jiahao did not dare to fire bullets for them, just because he was afraid that these boys would accidentally injure one of his own people.
Seeing that there were more and more horses in the warehouse, Huang Mengang threw the car keys to Ruan Wenjie, and Ruan Wenjie drove the truck to transport the first batch of horses to the shore.
After going back and forth, when Jiang Jiahao and all the horses left the Yingjing Entertainment Center in batches and boarded the boat on the shore, they found that the two boats could not hold everyone.
There was no choice but to let the first two boats leave first, and the rest of the people waited for Ruan Wenjie and Buck Yasu to rent another boat, and finally met on the coast of Lamma Island.
After struggling for most of the night, by the time everyone gathered on Lamma Island, it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night.
Everyone worked together to hide the four fishing boats, with a few boys responsible for carrying ammunition. Jiang Jiahao and his party went to the location on the note under the moonlight.
This time there was a pair of senior hunters, the Huang brothers, in the team. Everyone did not get lost, and finally found their destination near four o'clock in the morning.
The destination was a deserted village. Different from the deserted village where Mu Wanrou was rescued last time, this place seemed more dilapidated and lifeless.
The deserted village is in ruins, with only one courtyard intact and only half a sign remaining on the courtyard door: Liangcun Funeral Palace.
"Let me go, why is this place so cold and cold? What is a funeral palace?"
The group of people looked for a bunker in the deserted village, but found that there was no place to hide people in this poor place, so they could only approach the funeral palace.
Buck Yasu didn't know what a funeral palace was, and wanted to go in with a gun to take a look, but Abao grabbed his arm.
"You bastard, the funeral palace is the Yi Zhuang, a place specially reserved for deceased people. If you don't understand, don't rush in."
"Yizhuang?"
As soon as Abao finished speaking, a group of big men around him subconsciously leaned against each other back to back, click click click~ the safety of all firearms was opened.
"Brother Hao, have you been deceived? How could someone make an appointment to trade arms in such a ghost place?"
Buck-toothed Su was the timidest. As a Cantonese, he was born to fear ghosts and gods.
After learning that the courtyard in front of him was Yi Zhuang, he quickly clasped his hands at the door of the funeral palace and kept mumbling.
When he saw Huang Meng'ang laughing at him, he glared at him fiercely and approached Jiang Jiahao to inquire.
Buck Yasu's confusion was also the confusion of most people present. It would be understandable if Jiang Jiahao received the news that Artest wanted to trade arms.
But would any normal person really go to Yizhuang on a deserted island to trade arms? Not evil?
"We've already come, we can't just go back and wait until tomorrow night to see what's going on."
Taking out the magazine and inserting it into the AK47, Jiang Jiahao pulled the safety button, kicked down half of the door of the funeral palace, and rushed in.
"Brother Hao, stop it, this is not clean!"
Just as Buck-toothed Su was about to hold Jiang Jiahao back, he saw Chen Fei and the Huang brothers all put on their magazines and followed Jiang Jiahao into the funeral palace.
Buck Yasu stamped his feet fiercely and rushed into the funeral palace with his M16. The others looked at each other and said, "Don't be stunned, come in!"
Suddenly, more than seventy people rushed into the funeral palace and turned the entire courtyard upside down.
There is nothing in the courtyard except an ancestral hall filled with empty coffins, enshrining ferocious statues, and a dry well in the courtyard.
"Are you not scared anymore? Don't say there are no ghosts here. Even if there are, our group of people are so energetic that we can scare them away."
"To say the least, if something unclean really dares to come out, a bullet will kill it and it will never be reincarnated."
"In Brother Hao's words, this is called physical transcendence!"
Huang Mengli was a man who was not afraid of the landlord, and he comforted the buck-toothed Queen Su.
He saw that the clay statue in the ancestral hall was strange, so he banged it with the butt of his gun, and pulled out a demon-conquering pestle with two pointed ends from the clay statue's hand.
"Brother Hao, look, this thing is iron!"
"Are you ADHD?"
Jiang Jiahao was checking the empty coffin, wondering if he could hide anyone.
Huang Mengli was seen carrying a demon-conquering pestle more than one meter long with a smile.
This Demon-Conquering Pestle is stained with rust and covered with moss. Doesn’t Huang Mengli think it’s okay to bury him?
Being hurt by Jiang Jiahao, the smile on Huang Mengli's face turned into aggrieved, but he still sent the magic pestle to Jiang Jiahao in front of Jiang Jiahao.
"Brother Hao, do you think this is an antique? Is it worth anything?"
"This is obviously a funeral palace. Why is it that Zhenhai Yaksha is enshrined? It's enough to enshrine Zhenhai Yaksha. Yaksha has nothing to do with Buddhism. Why is he holding the Buddhist demon pestle?"
"Looking at this thing, it looks like it is a magic weapon from before the Qing Dynasty. It might be from the mid-Ming Dynasty, but it shouldn't appear here."
Ah Bao's small class has started. He transformed into the famous detective Little Ah Bao and circled around Huang Mengli. He looked at the magic pestle in his hand and wanted to poke it with his finger, but he didn't dare.
"You know this?"
Just how much weird knowledge is packed into Abao's little head is as unexplainable as why the earth is round.
Jiang Jiahao saw that Abao recognized the magic pestle, so he asked people to fetch water from the well and prepared to clean the magic pestle before he lowered it.
The man who was fetching water went out with the bucket, and immediately came back crying, shouting: "There is a ghost, there is a ghost", which made everyone in the house shiver.
In his previous life, Jiang Jiahao slept among the dead and in mass graves, although he was not a staunch atheist.
But I was also sure that with so many of them, they would have to stay away if there were any dirty things nearby.
After leaving the ancestral hall, someone handed over a torch. Jiang Jiahao held the torch in his right hand and the K47 in his left hand and approached the well.
When he looked into the well, even though Jiang Jiahao was well-informed, his scalp felt numb.
