2315 Perfect In Martial Arts
"You guys are going back to China. You, come with me," the man said hoarsely and limped out of the basement with his cane.
When he suddenly said the words 'return to China', other than J5's expression that did not change much, Ye Jian and the others' expressions turned cold. V8 even raised the gun in his hand a little.
J5 pressed down on V8's hand and stared at the man's slowly leaving back. He said to Ye Jian, "He means no harm. Ye Jian, go with him and see what's wrong. His name is Quentin. You can call him by his name."
Anyone who knew Quentin knew that Quentin not only kept his mouth shut and kept secrets, but also that he never chatted with the customers who looked for him. When the customers asked for guns and ammunition, he provided the needs. The guns were pointed out to them and the money was given. He would continue to hole up in this motorcycle repair shop that few people ever found.
Ye Jian didn't trust the man, but she trusted J5. She nodded and caught up to the strange man.
"Let's test the guns first." J5 waited for Ye Jian to walk through the dim underground tunnel before saying to V8 and the others, "Hurry up."
"I'll go take a look. I'm a little worried." V8's thick brows drew together. "Try out the guns with them."
"Trust me, Comrade. Ye Jian will be fine." J5 smiled and patted his comrade's shoulder. "I might be able to guess why Quentin said Ye Jian was beautiful. Ye Jian's eyes are a little like his daughter's. I've seen photos of his daughter."
Qin Xiu was also very worried. Someone who could provide firearms was a dangerous person even if he had a crippled leg.
"Ambassador, let's test the guns first. Don't worry, I guarantee that Ye Jian will be fine." J5 had already seen Ye Jian walk out of the basement just now. Their outstanding diplomat subconsciously took a small step forward, intending to follow her. J5 smiled and said, "Although he's a dangerous person, he can guarantee the safety of all the guests who come to him to get guns."
Snow Eagle had already checked the numbers. They then took the pile of lethal weapons into the testing room.
In a very professional gun test room, Qin Xiu put on his earmuffs and fired a bullet in a very standard posture.
Not bad. The chest target now had a bullet hole in it.
Turning back to look beside him, Qin Xiu pursed his lips into a faint smile. He had just directly tested out his gun, but these special forces soldiers were checking their guns before starting to shoot.
Bang, bang, bang, bang...
They finished shooting at the same time. The gunshots were so loud that he could hear them even with his earmuffs. After teasing the guns, they picked up the pistols at the same time...
Their movements were so neat that it was as if they had trained thousands of times and did not need to communicate to maintain consistency.
Bang, bang, bang, bang...
Compared to Qin Xiu's serious shooting, the special forces soldiers' shooting seemed much more casual. They picked up their pistols and fired without even seeing how they aimed.
There were specialists in every field, which showed the difference between him and them.
Outside, Ye Jian saw that Quentin had used an iron hook to open a sewer cover. He turned his head and pointed below with a stubbly face. He didn't say anything and went down first.
Ye Jian pursed her lips and took a deep breath.
Beneath the iron cover was a crude ladder welded with steel. Although he only had one leg, Quentin's arm strength was quite amazing. He relied on the iron ladder with one foot.
The seemingly unremarkable motorcycle repair shop was different in every way. Under the iron cover was a complicated underground bomb shelter that was warm in winter and cool in summer. This was where Quentin lived. It had everything he needed.
Ye Jian stood at the exit and did not walk in completely.
