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In a wilderness area, three dirt-covered vans were parked on a small grass path recently crushed by tires. This place was desolate, rarely visited by anyone, especially with the sun setting.
"It's almost time. Those Russians still haven't arrived. I hope nothing has happened," Crocodile glanced at his watch, which read four forty-five.
Just as Crocodile finished speaking, the sound of an engine echoed from a distance. A silver truck slowly approached.
The truck stopped in front of Mo Ming, who then walked over with Crocodile and Poisonous Madness.
"Hello! My name is Chen Xiaodao, the representative of 'Disciple' in Huaxia." A young man descended from the passenger seat of the truck, smiling as he shook hands with Mo Ming.
"Disciple" is the third-largest gang in Russia, and its leader, Lev, had some connections with Mo Ming. The firearms for the "Yihun" organization were primarily sourced from him. Generally, Lev only supplied arms to mercenaries in Africa, but for Mo Ming's sake, as long as the money was transferred to his account, he would expedite the shipment.
"Shura," Mo Ming said with a smile. "I didn't expect the representative of 'Disciple' in Huaxia to be so young. Chen Xiaodao? Nice name; filial piety comes first. It seems Mr. Chen is quite respectful to his parents."
"Please don't tease me, Shura Boss. Let's check the goods first," Chen Xiaodao replied with a wry smile as he walked to the back of the truck and opened it. Three muscular Black men stepped out, each holding a submachine gun.
Arms transactions often faced threats from those wanting to rob them, so these three Black men were clearly arranged for protection during the entire process. They glanced at Mo Ming and one of them spoke fluent English: "Are they the buyers?"
"Yes, this is Shura Boss; you must have heard of him," Chen Xiaodao introduced in English.
"I've heard of him; I know who the buyer is... but is he really Shura? I can't believe..."
The three Black men exchanged glances, their expressions filled with astonishment. They were familiar with the underworld and had certainly heard of Shura's reputation; however, looking at Mo Ming's youthful appearance made it hard for them to believe that this boy was the infamous ruthless Shura.
"Don't doubt it." Chen Xiaodao waved his hand to interrupt their doubts and smiled: "If Lev had shown me some basic information about Shura Boss, I would probably have had the same expression as you all. Now, let's not waste time; let's get on with checking the goods!"
"Alright." The three Black men saw how certain Chen Xiaodao was and dared not delay any longer. After all, the terror of Shura was ingrained in their minds; even though Mo Ming looked young, they wouldn't dare to offend him easily.
One Black man lifted the black cloth covering the truck bed, revealing an array of firearms before everyone's eyes—various weapons that were among the latest products in recent years, some still packed in boxes.
"Shura Boss, all the firearms you need are here. If anything is missing, feel free to contact me anytime. Here’s my business card; if you need arms in Huaxia in the future, you can reach out directly." Chen Xiaodao handed a business card to Mo Ming.
Mo Ming picked up the business card and glanced at it. It was beautifully written with the name "Chairman Chen Xiaodao" from Golden Blade Company in SH City. After putting the card away, Mo Ming smiled and said, "Interesting, I didn't expect Mr. Chen to be Chairman Chen. If there's anything I need help with in the future, I'll be relying on Chairman Chen."
Seeing Mo Ming being so courteous, Chen Xiaodao felt flattered and replied, "Shura Boss loves to joke with me. You have a good relationship with Boss Lev, so if you ever need help in the future, I certainly won't refuse."
"All Brothers Under Heaven, I'm more than happy to have a friend like Chairman Chen," Mo Ming said with a slight smile. "No need to check the goods; I trust Mr. Lev's character and also trust you, Chairman Chen. The goods are definitely in order."
"Since we are friends, Shura Boss, there's no need to call me Chairman Chen. Just call me Xiaodao," Chen Xiaodao said. Although he was a few years older than Mo Ming, he felt they were not on the same level in terms of status and didn't dare to call himself 'big brother.'
"Isn't that inappropriate?"
"How is it inappropriate?"
Mo Ming wore a light smile: "In terms of age, you are definitely older than me. If I call you Xiaodao, it feels a bit presumptuous. How about calling you Brother Chen? That way, it breaks the mold and sounds more comfortable."
"This..."
Mo Ming stopped Chen Xiaodao's hesitation and said, "Alright, Brother Chen doesn't need to hesitate anymore. If you disagree, it means you don't consider me a friend."
"Well then, Shura Boss, since you've put it this way, I'll say no more. Call me whatever you like," Chen Xiaodao said, feeling quite moved. Their brief interaction made him both fearful and respectful of Mo Ming; after all, the way to get along is to respect each other.
Given Mo Ming's status, he didn't need to be so polite with Chen Xiaodao, yet he treated him with such courtesy that it naturally earned Chen Xiaodao's respect.
"Thank you for your trust in us, Shura Boss. Since the goods have already reached your hands, we won't delay here any longer. The truck is yours; we can walk out," Chen Xiaodao said.
"This is Wilderness; even if you walk out, it might be hard to catch a vehicle. If Chairman Chen doesn't mind, could you help us transport the firearms to our designated location?" Mo Ming smiled.
"Of course I don't mind," Chen Xiaodao shook his head. "I just need to know where this batch of firearms needs to go. Just name the location; even if it's in front of the police station, I'll deliver it!"
"Hahaha... Brother Chen is joking! How could I let you take them to the police station? Even if you're not afraid of detention, I'm worried about losing a lot of money! The location is hard to specify; I'll have Crocodile and Poisonous Madness take you there later," Mo Ming chuckled as he jumped onto the truck and asked, "Where are the sniper rifles?"
"That's what the black box contains." A Black man pointed at a Black Box on the outside of the truck, speaking in somewhat broken Chinese.
Mo Ming took the box and opened it to find an unassembled sniper rifle inside. A wicked smile crept onto his lips as he closed the box and stepped down from the truck with it.
Mo Ming said to Poisonous Madness, "You and Crocodile take Brother Chen and transport the Arms to the designated location. We won't need them tonight, so just keep them safe. I have something to take care of, so I'll head out first."
"No way, are you saying that Crocodile and I aren't participating in the operation tonight?" Poisonous Madness complained. "My raging blood is already boiling; you can't leave me out of this!"
"Damn it, when did I say you couldn't participate? You can join if you want, or not; just make sure to deliver the Arms to the designated spot," Mo Ming shouted back at Crocodile and Poisonous Madness, who looked displeased.
Crocodile chuckled innocently, "Hehe, don't worry, boss. We'll make sure to deliver the Arms before joining the operation; you don't need to stress about it."
"Alright then, be careful during the operation. If you get caught in Detention, it's going to take a lot of effort for me to rescue you!" Mo Ming warned as he took the box containing the sniper rifle and got into a van.
Poisonous Madness called out from a distance, "Boss, you're not planning to go after Yin Jiu alone, are you?"
Mo Ming didn't respond and drove off in the van.
The night was dark and cold.
On top of a tall building, an assembled sniper rifle was set up on the rooftop as Mo Ming observed the entrance of Sanhe Entertainment City through binoculars.
"Isn't it about time?"
As Mo Ming glanced at his watch, the hands slowly moved to nine o'clock when a series of explosions echoed from all directions. The violent blasts resonated through the night sky of Sanpan City, accompanied by numerous screams…
The explosives set up by Liufeng had detonated. The power of R-23 explosives was already considerable, and combined with other items exploding due to the initial blast, this "brilliant" spectacle lasted for three to four minutes.
"Tonight, Yin Jiu is likely going to suffer heavy losses amidst all this chaos. But that's fine; the real show is yet to come. Once I take your life, that's when this game will truly come to an end."
Mo Ming looked down at the place where flames were rising beneath the building and sneered. He picked up his sniper rifle and aimed at the entrance of Sanhe Entertainment City.
Through the scope, a black BMW was parked at the entrance. Mourning Lion rushed out from Sanhe Entertainment City, flanked by two bodyguards in black. It seemed he had received news of the explosion and was hurrying back to the Hong Gang headquarters for a meeting.
Just as he was about to get into the car, Mo Ming decisively pulled the trigger. Over a thousand meters away, a bullet shot out from the trajectory and accurately pierced Mourning Lion's right arm.
"Hey, Lion Boss, sorry about that. If I don't do this, things will get complicated later," Mo Ming had no intention of taking Mourning Lion's life; otherwise, even if Mourning Lion had nine lives, he probably wouldn't survive under Mo Ming's gun.
After completing his task, Mo Ming quickly packed up and left. Following this incident, Mourning Lion's subordinates would surely seal off nearby high points. Mo Ming wasn't afraid of not being able to escape; he just didn't want to attract unnecessary trouble.
"Who the hell is trying to set me up? Damn it!" After being shot, Mourning Lion quickly got into the car, cursing, "What the hell happened tonight? The Hong Gang's venue was blown up, and someone is trying to assassinate me?"
Despite his rough exterior, Mourning Lion's mind was racing: "What happened tonight is probably a signal from Shura. But who exactly tried to assassinate me just now?"
"Lion Boss, should we go to the hospital?" one of the bodyguards asked worriedly as he watched blood flow from Mourning Lion's right arm.
Mourning Lion waved his hand dismissively and said, "Damn it, no need for that. Just take me straight to headquarters! Also, find someone to help me figure out who the hell dared to set me up. I want him ground to dust!"
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