Ye Jian, who came down from the upper floor, was led by J5 into the basement built in the small building. After passing a small dark underground tunnel, she turned to the right and saw a snow-white light in front of her. It was a bit like the illusion of hell leading to the entrance to heaven.
Compared with the gloom of the small building, the light in the basement where the guns were placed was so bright that the place was a bit dazzling.
Ye Jian saw the store owner. He was a rough middle-aged man with his right foot and thigh broken and his empty trousers knotted.
Although the middle-aged man was disabled, he had a pair of falcon-like eyes, and his straight gaze brought an inexplicable gloomy feeling.
“Six micro-punch…six pistols, each with three magazines, the numbers… you guys check it on your own…then tell me about it. The test room is next door; there are not many bullets… so save some when you’re testing the guns.” The store owner spoke slowly, then left with his crutches.
When passing by Ye Jian, he suddenly looked back. Ye Jian noticed his gaze and immediately turned to look at him.
He didn’t expect that he would be caught by Ye Jian when he turned his head. After a short stun, he looked into Ye Jian’s eyes, a strange color flashed in those eagle-like eyes, “You, you look very beautiful.”
No offense, no moles, just a low and hoarse voice, like he recalled something, something a little sad.
Ye Jian didn’t know how to answer for a while, and finally, she nodded slightly at him, “Thank you.”
“He has a daughter who was burnt to ashes by artillery fire when she was ten years old.” J5 handed Ye Jian a handful of American micro-imprints. “Before his daughter was killed, he had almost 4,000 troops. After his daughter was bombed, he disbanded his 4,000 soldiers and went to seek revenge against Ruililla alone. Unfortunately, his revenge failed, and he lost a leg and became the largest arms dealer in this area after he was wounded. He is strict and trustworthy. “
Otherwise, he would not bring Qin Xiu here.
The man seemed to be unable to understand English. When he saw Ye Jian taking the gun, with her familiar movements and maneuvering action, he nodded lightly, as if to express his appreciation.
Ye Jian did not look at him anymore. Holding up the micro-gun in both hands to check whether it was okay, the silver wire wrapped around her wrist flashed a silver light under the white light. The man behind her, who had not left, said, “The silver in your hand, it’s best not to expose it simply in our country and Hishima.”
Ye Jian, who did not understand the language of the neighboring country, realized that the man who had not left was talking to her, so she looked at J5, who had been communicating with him.
J5 was looking at the silver thread around Ye Jian’s wrist. He always thought it was Ye Jian’s favorite silver jewelry. He didn’t expect that…it was a self-defense weapon. Seeing Ye Jian looking at him with a questioning gaze, he pointed to the silver thread on her wrist and said, “He said, it’s best not to expose the silver thread around your wrist easily in the neighboring country and Hishima.”
Shocked, Ye Jian turned around, looking at the man with dark and clear eyes, “You know where it came from?”
J5 translated, and the man nodded. His mouth slowly murmured, “I know, it’s amazing, you have it, it’s very good.” This time he wasn’t speaking in the local language. He paused every word in Chinese as he replied, “When you are here, it’s best that you don’t simply expose it, not good.”
Major Xia had also checked the silver thread’s origins, but he couldn’t get much information about it. Several years had passed since; she didn’t expect an inconspicuous arms dealer to recognize it at a glance.
While Ye Jian was shocked, she was also secretly vigilant.
