Rebirth of Chen An

Although Ivanov did not directly respond to whether what Chen An said was true, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Why do you think I have something to do with arms?"

After all, for ordinary people, arms are too far away from them. Chen An's answer is undoubtedly correct, but at the same time, it made Ivanov curious. How did this man guess it? A blind cat meets a dead mouse.

"Stretch out your right hand." Chen An hooked his fingers.

Ivanov narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled and stretched out his right hand according to Chen An's instructions. Chen An held Ivanov's palm, and he pointed to Ivanov's index finger, tiger's mouth and the position of the palm .

When Chen An's soft fingertips passed over those positions on Ivanov's hands, he could clearly feel a thin layer of calluses, which was hard to find unless he looked carefully.

"Yesterday when you held my hand in the bar, I felt a thin layer of calluses on the palm of your hand. I watched TV and said that some veterans would put their index fingers on the trigger because they often hold guns. , and there are some calluses on the tiger's mouth and palm holding the gun, which just match yours."

Chen An looked up at Ivanov, looked down at the man's palm and continued, "Except for veterans from the war years, let alone ordinary people, ordinary soldiers may not have the opportunity to play with guns every day. The only explanation is It means that what you are doing is arms smuggling, you don’t have to worry about guns and ammunition, and you can squander them at will.”

With careful observation of details and reasonable reasoning ability, Ivanov had to admit that he had a new view on Chen An.

"If you don't speak, do you assume that I'm right?" Letting go of Ivanov's hand, Chen An smiled faintly, took a drink from the water glass to moisten his throat.

"You are so smart that I am impressed. If I hadn't checked your details before, I would have thought you were a spy sent by the central government." Leaning back on the chair, Ivanov tapped his index finger Desktop, "Knowing that I am an arms dealer, won't you feel scared? Ordinary people would not want to have anything to do with a dangerous man like me."

"Do I have a choice?" Of course, Chen An didn't want to have anything to do with Ivanov, but it was obviously the bear who came here on purpose.

"Well - I really appreciate you more and more, Ann, tell me, what do you want me to do?"

If it means asking him to leave, Ivanov will not agree, he will only agree to what he is willing to agree to. You can also say that his behavior is to exploit loopholes, so what, he is Ivanov.

Chen An leaned forward and folded his hands on the dining table: "I'm curious about what a real arms dealer looks like."

Finally, the beautiful phoenix eyes were no longer as calm as water, but there was a trace of curiosity. How could Ivanov refuse when he saw these expectant eyes?

Just as Chen An also knew that Ivanov would never reject him, after lunch the bear graciously led him to the basement of the mansion.

After unlocking the fingerprints, Ivanov pushed open the big iron door that stood in front of them like a bank vault door. With the lights on, an underground arsenal like that shown in a Hollywood movie appeared. In front of Chen An.

"It's all true?" Chen An persuaded himself to at least pretend a little, as if seeing such an arsenal for the first time, he looked curiously at this small basement that hides a lot of good things , "I feel like I'm in a 007 movie."

Some classic weapons such as ak47 are hung on one wall, and the weapons on the other wall are protected by bulletproof glass covers. Chen An stood in front of Ivanov with his back to this man, and silently wrote down these Weapons, it looks like Ivanov got some good stuff.

"I can teach you how to shoot a gun." Ivanov approached behind Chen An unknowingly, stretched out his arms and gently wrapped his arms around the man's waist, with a smirk on his face, "A real gun. "

"If it's not a real gun, what else could it be?" Ignoring Ivanov's low-level joke, Chen An bluntly moved away the bear claw on his waist.