Tang Xin said he needed a gun.

This scared Sun Dao, stood up with exclamation, pressed his hands on Tang Xin's shoulder, and said in horror: "Brother, what stupid things are you going to do? Brother, you are my brother, go fuck Sister Xue, don't have this money!"

The bottom line of some things must not be overcome. Even though Sun Dao likes to cause trouble, he still understands the stakes.

Can guns be needed just by wanting them?

Don’t say that you don’t shoot a single shot or shoot a bullet. Just possessing a gun privately is a crime!

If you don't do it well, you will be locked up for a year or two.

Tang Xin pushed Sun Dao's hand away, put on a piece of clothing casually, and walked out.

"In this way, you go home and print the information, find a file bag to pack it, and we will go to Qiu Qiang's house now."

"Did you listen to what I said? Tang Xin! What are you going to do?! Are you crazy? If something happens to you, do you want me to feel guilty for the rest of your life?"

At this time, Sun Dao could no longer see the usual careless look. He was extremely serious, even gritted his teeth and stared at Tang Xin with complexity.

What he was thinking about was: What do you want a gun?

What else can a gun do?!

Tang Xin smiled but said nothing, and Sun Dao followed closely and left the house together.

After calling a taxi outside the community, Tang Xin waited for ten minutes. Sun Dao looked gloomy and walked out with a file bag. After getting into the car, Tang Xin asked the driver to drive to the villa area where Qiu Qiang's family is.

On the way, I called Qiu Qiang and confirmed that he was at home.

The elders in the luxury villa were not around. Qiu Qiang was wearing a black vest and shorts, and a white towel hung around his neck. He was sweating profusely. When he opened the door, he saw Sun Dao's face looking as if he was dead.

Walking upstairs, Qiu Qiang panted and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

"Children, frightened by the gun."

Tang Xin chuckled softly, and Sun Dao did not fight back on his jokes. He made up his mind to stay away from Tang Xin from now on. No matter what channel he used to get a gun, he must stop it!

Qiu Qiang's room is on the second floor, very spacious. The room seems to be divided into two sides. On the right is a computer desk and a bed, and on the left is a treadmill and a ceiling sandbag.

"What do you want to drink? Go downstairs and get it."

The owner Qiu Qiang was too irresponsible. After leaving a word, he stood in front of the sandbag, put on his boxing gloves and continued his boxing exercises in a decent manner.

Tang Xin walked to the desk, took out a fountain pen from the pen holder, took a notebook and wrote down the address of Jinyun Company, and then tore it off and walked to Qiu Qiang.

The sandbag swayed, Tang Xin blocked it with one hand, Qiu Qiang poked his head out from the other side, wiped the sweat from his head, and asked panting: "What are you doing?"

The note was standing in front of him, and Tang Xin smiled and said, "Remember this address."

Qiu Qiang spent twenty seconds to remember, and then nodded.

Tang Xin pinched the notes into a ball and said, "Repeat three times."

Rolling his eyes, Qiu Qiang did as he did.

After confirming that he remembered it, Tang Xin put the file bag in Sun Dao's hand on his computer desk and said, "Tomorrow morning, don't wear a school uniform, just wear a sportswear, and send this to the address you just remembered, and hand it to the manager inside, Zhang Hongzhi, and send it to him, and you will immediately flash it. Do you understand?"

He picked up a large bottle of mineral water and drank a few mouthfuls. Qiu Qiang sat cross-legged on the ground, supported himself, nodded to show his understanding, but asked again: "Tang Xin, what are you going to do with Xu Minghui? You asked Sun Dao and I to go over and be despised. Is it gone? What's the point of doing this?"

Tang Xin shrugged and said, "Of course it makes sense. At least he remembers you two, your different styles, your good background, and your young and ignorant. In short, you will know tomorrow. By the way, Qiu Qiang, didn't you like guns very much before? Where are the collected guns?"

Hearing the gun, Sun Dao looked like a shark smelling blood, staring at Tang Xin and Qiu Qiang with a serious face.

But then I thought about it.

Fake gun?

A false alarm!

Qiu Qiang stood up and walked to a cabinet. After opening it, he rummaged through the cabinet. Then he held a large box in his hands and put it on the ground, saying, "I have collected it before. If the place at home was not big enough, I might have thrown it away."

Bang bang

The sound of metal hitting the ground came, and a pistol fell out of the box and fell to the ground.

Tang Xin and Sun Dao looked at his indifferent appearance and immediately sighed: It was a waste of resources!

Once upon a time, Qiu Qiang was a gun enthusiast, but later he suddenly lost interest in guns.

Perhaps he realized that he could not fire all the firepower in real life, and his interest in guns disappeared.

However, the gun models he collected are all fun!

The one-to-one shape and metal construction are no different from real guns in appearance, except that these models do not have the internal structure of real guns, and even have magazines. They are purely collected for appreciation only.

Qiu Daosheng never curbed Qiu Qiang's interest, but everything must be based on safety considerations.

Tang Xin and Sun Dao were like children entering a candy shop, sitting on the ground, picking up this and playing with that one.

Finally, Tang Xin picked a pretty satisfactory pistol.

Bereta m92.

When Sun Dao saw that he chose the pistol he liked, he said nervously: "You, you wouldn't have robbed with a fake gun, right? If this is the case, it's better to use a real gun. At least you have a guaranteed personal safety. If you hold a fake gun, if you are exposed on the spot, you will probably have half your life when you enter the hospital. Hey, I damn, when I didn't say anything, why do you want a fake gun?"

Tang Xin handed the gun to Sun and said, "It's for you."

Sun Dao was stunned and looked down at the pistol, laughing and crying.

"Brother, don't play like this! I'm just kidding you. Do you want to cheat me for the rest of your life?"

Tang Xin ignored him, walked to Qiu Qiang's computer desk, turned his head and asked, "Qiu Qiang, do you have a portable outdoor speaker?"

Qiu Qiang sat on the ground and rested, pointed and said, "Your left hand is in the second drawer."

Tang Xin opened the drawer and contained a lot of IT products, mp3, mp4, old-style portable DVDs, digital cameras, etc. After searching for a long time, he found an outdoor portable speaker similar to the size of a mobile phone.

"How loud can this thing sound?"

"You'll know if you try."

Tang Xin then turned on the computer, gave mp3 a random song, and then connected to the speaker to play.

The sound was average at first, but later he kept amplifying the volume until it was at its maximum, and deafening music came from the whole room.

The heart can't stand it...

It seems that rich people are different. The products used are of good quality and powerful functions, comparable to audio!

The most important thing is sound quality fidelity!

The thing you want is technical operation. Tang Xin browsed his computer and asked: "Qiu Qiang, do you have TV series and movies in your computer? The kind that you want to shoot the plot."

Qiu Qiang also wanted to know what Tang Xin was doing, so he walked over and stood behind him with Sun Dao, saying, "The F disk, the name is the folder called Favorites, has a full set of 24 hours. If you open an episode casually, you will definitely find the plot of shooting."

"24 Hours" is considered a classic American drama.

For anti-terrorism films and TV series, let alone shooting, nuclear bombs are not new.

Tang Xin downloads an audio software online, then opens the playback file of "24 Hours", quickly browse, and whenever there is a shooting scene, it will pause and listen repeatedly.

"What are you going to do? Let's talk about it."

Qiu Qiangduan sat next to him and asked curiously.

Now everything is ready, Tang Xin doesn't play puzzles. While operating the computer, he tells out his plans for tomorrow.
Chapter completed!