Spy Movie

Chapter 9

"Yellow Monkey, this is not the place for you. You'd better get out before I get angry, or Old John will shoot your 00 down."

Old John put the wine on the table, picked up the revolver on the table with trembling hands, and shouted at Zhang Xin.

Zhang Xin looked at John's age, and felt that this guy probably participated in the Peninsula War, or the Jungle War, and he was the kind who suffered a lot.

"Yo, buddy, why are you so angry, I'm here to buy a gun."

"I'd rather sell to niggers than you yellow people."

Facing such a man with backbone, Zhang Xin had no good solution, but took out a handful of money from his pocket, no more, no less, exactly [-] US dollars.He smelled the fragrance of the ink on it affectionately, and sighed: "Really, that's such a pity, I didn't expect that I couldn't spend it even if I had money."

Old John froze for a moment.The old man has obviously experienced many hardships and seen countless turmoil in the world. If it was 20 years earlier, he would have put a revolver in Zhang Xin's mouth and told him to go away; if it had been 20 years earlier, he would have shot Zhang Xin Xin, robbed his money and went out chic.

But now, he just froze for a while, and then showed a bright smile like a chrysanthemum: "Oh, my God, quickly put away your Franklin, young people don't let Franklin out casually when you go out, it's too unsafe Come on, come in and see my baby..."

Zhang Xin followed Old John into the store, and found that the walls were full of old antiques.

"Your weapons are a bit old."

"Yes, they are very old." Old John said more complacently: "Do you know how old they are? When they were made, Geneva was still a nameless small valley... If... Right, you buy a gun do what?"

Zhang Xin said sincerely, "Hunting!"

Old John picked up an AK47 from the wall and stuffed it into Zhang Xin's hand: "This is the most suitable one."

Zhang Xin showed an expression that you're fucking kidding me.

"you sure?!"

"Of course!" Old John drank the wine in his mouth, and then started a popular science for Zhang Xin: "Do you know the name of this gun? It is ak. Do you know what ak means? Its full name is all kill, all kill Light means!"

"So that's what ak means. I've learned a lot."

Zhang Xin asked again: "Are there any bullets?"

Old John bent down and took out five magazines from the box, and threw them in front of Zhang Xin: "One ak, five magazines, 150 bullets, and a favor of [-] US dollars."

"Too expensive, unless you add ten more grenades."

There are a lot of grenades hanging on the wall of Old John, the kind of grenade that will smoke after the fuse is pulled, not the kind of grenade that is thrown out after the firing pin is pulled.

"Why are you hunting with grenades?"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to catch the prey. Then I can use the grenade to fry the fish."

"It makes sense." Old John actually agreed with this statement, and he added in a serious manner: "But you can just throw one, because throwing too much will easily blow up the fish that floats up."

It really is experienced.

"Ten is too many, I will give you four at most."

"You still want me [-] dollars for just such a little thing? I'll give you up to [-] dollars..."

Old John's eyes were all green: "Then what else do you want?"

"Is there an RPG?"

"What are you doing with that thing?"

"What if you encounter an elephant."

"..." Old John shook his head, and then said: "There is no such thing, but I have TNT explosives here, do you want it?"

"Yes, how much do you give?"

"I'll give you two kilograms, which add up to ten thousand dollars."

"You add another set of camouflage uniforms and we'll make the deal."

Looking at the dirty and shabby camouflage uniforms hanging on the wall, Old John showed nostalgia: "Yes!"

Five minutes later, Zhang Xin returned to the temporary base with a snakeskin bag, which was full of things he had bought and cotton batting for shock absorption, so bulging and ugly.

Cicada saw that he came back with such a big snakeskin bag, and asked casually, "Aren't you going to the city? And what's in the bag?"

Zhang Xin replied casually: "Blankets, tarpaulins and quilts..."

"We're spying, not camping."

"I know, don't worry, nothing will happen."

Cicada narrowed her eyes and glanced at the bag, then at Zhang Xin, then lowered her head and went about her own business.

Zhang Xin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, carrying the bag into his room.

He took another nap in the room, only to be woken up halfway by the cicada.

"Cormorant, come out."

Zhang Xin walked out of his room, and when he came to the living room, he saw Cicada dressed up again, sitting on a chair elegantly: "Are you going out?"

"Yes, I may have to go out for a whole day. Tomorrow is the shift change time. If I haven't come back, you can continue to go up the mountain to take over from Mantis."

This is great, Zhang Xin nodded his head like a convulsion: "Okay, you can go to your own business at ease, I will do everything."

Cicada opened the door, feeling uneasy again, turned her head and said, "Cormorant, don't mess around. If I come back and find you messing around, I'll never end with you."

"Sister Cicada, don't worry, I'm the most obedient person..."

After the cicada left, Zhang Xin happily danced in the room.

In the evening, Zhang Xin went to the only store in the town to buy two hamburgers. During the process of buying hamburgers, he saw Old John was also eating in the store, showing off to the people next to him how he cheated a yellow Leather monkey.

Zhang Xin lowered his head and showed a helpless smile. He felt that he had to speed up, or sooner or later everyone in the town would know that there was a yellow-skinned monkey who bought two kilograms of TNT.

This place is not far from the two-storey villa. There are so many bodyguards in the villa, maybe someone will wander around the town.

Early the next morning, Zhang Xin tied the snakeskin bag to the back seat of the car, and then drove up the mountain on his motorcycle.When he came to the observation point, he found that the mantis was dismantling a large sniper rifle.

"Your gun is not bad, can you lend it to me for fun?"

Mantis sneered, not leaving Zhang Xin, but when he saw the bulging snakeskin bag in Zhang Xin's hand, his expression became a little weird.

"You should know we're not camping."

"I knew."

"Then you still carry so many things."

"Who said you have to embarrass yourself so much by spying on others?"

Mantis sneered: "Then you take care of yourself, if someone finds out, no one can save you."

"Don't worry, I have my own measure."

Throughout the day, Zhang Xin lay on the designated spot to observe the situation of the second-floor villa as usual, but this time there was some difference. He began to observe the terrain around the second-floor villa inch by inch, trying to find a blind angle of view.

To be honest, although there is a flat river around, the terrain itself has ups and downs, and there are some grasses that are not too high or too low. There are hiding places, but such places may only be 20 meters away. Such a person, and wants to rely on these small protrusions to avoid the eyes of the security guards, then he needs to curl up in a ball without moving.

It wasn't until after dark that he changed into camouflage uniforms, took out two kilograms of TNT explosives and put them on the observation point, and put a small note under the explosives, and then walked down slowly with AK47 and grenades. up the hillside...

(End of this chapter)