Under the three modified motorcycle seat cushions, there were two micro guns and two pistols… Those were the extra guns Kun Dan gave them.
Ye Jian, with a gloomy look, picked up the extra microgun given to them by Kun Dan. It was an Uzi 9mm caliber microgun, and it could only reach 460mm and 6m in length when opened. However, it was only 250mm in length when the stock was folded to the right.
The first second was 350 meters per second, and the fire rate was 1250 minutes per minute, which was equivalent to 21 rounds per second…This was the most suitable minigun to use on a motorcycle that could allow them to shoot directly. It was lightweight, fast, and it could be shot automatically to complete shooting in an instant.
It was a higher grade than the German-style minigun that J5 had before.
Ye Jian put the UZI back on the cushion, turned around, and said to J5, “I’ll go and say thank you to Kun Dan.”
“Yes, Kun Dan, he made another exception for us.” J5 nodded slightly. If Ye Jian did not take the initiative to mention it, he would have the same intention. “Kun Dan is a loner, but many people are willing to cooperate with him because he’s a man who abides by some rules that cannot be broken. Don’t you feel responsible for his actions?”
This was to tell Ye Jian that Kun Dan was a trustworthy arms dealer.
Qin Xiu, who didn’t know how to check guns and ammunition, said in a low voice, “I will accompany you.”
“Okay.” Ye Jian handed the two magazines she was holding to J5 and walked quickly toward Qin Xiu.
Kun Dan thought that she had a pair of eyes similar to his daughter, so he had purposely given them so many weapons. She must thank him for his generosity.
Kun Dan was still a little surprised to see Ye Jian coming up, but she could tell that he was very happy with Ye Jian’s arrival. After accepting her “thank you,” a glimmer of brilliance flashed in his eyes; he got up from the chair with a cane and walked to Ye Jian.
This somewhat famous arms dealer only looked at her eyes. After a while, his hoarse voice asked dryly, “Can I…touch…your eyes?”
He looked at her hopefully and even asked carefully for fear that Ye Jian would refuse.
This well-known arms dealer, Kun Dan, could be very strong and fierce if he wanted to, but for Ye Jian, looking at those eyes that were similar to those of his daughter, he showed a “tender” side, just like a father who was missing his daughter.
He put down his identity, forgot his identity, and he was now just an ordinary father.
Ye Jian did not refuse. When tears flickered in those eagle-like eyes, she knew she couldn’t bear to refuse.
Because she understood Kun Dan’s mood too well.
He lost his daughter, and she lost her mother and father…
When she was a child, Sun Dongqing looked similar to her mother, so even if Sun Dongqing hated her so much, beat her, and scolded her, she still missed her mother.
Ye Jian didn’t know what kind of person Kun Dan was or what he had experienced. At this moment, she only knew that the man standing in front of her was just an ordinary father.
She nodded lightly and said, “OK.” Kun Dan was so excited that his purple lips trembled.
The fingertips covering her eyelids were rough, full of the engine oil smell, and they trembled violently, but they did not stay for too long. After a short, gentle stroke, Kun Dan redrew his fingers.
Ye Jian, who closed her eyes, heard him sigh heavily.
“Thank you……”
When she walked to the door, Kun Dan’s choking voice sounded from behind. Ye Jian did not look back. When Ye Jian opened her eyes, he had turned his back covertly, and she knew that the arms dealer didn’t want people to see his fragile side.
