Assassin Simulator: I deduced the accidental formula!

Yan Guozhang was not particularly anxious.

If the death artist did not disclose my current situation, it would take at least half a day for the Homeland Security Agency to find me.

"Half a day is more than enough, and the most important thing now is not to be in a mess because of anxiety. If something goes wrong, then I can directly ascend to the sky ahead of time. 35

While thinking about it, the old man ripped off the bathrobe on his body, and then put on the newly bought clothes. He also combed his hair in front of the mirror with great interest, and dressed up his image meticulously.

He is now completely in the weird mentality of a prisoner who is about to face the death penalty eating his last meal, as if he wants to make the last section of his life more beautiful and vigorous.

Of course, this is also true for Yan Guozhang. No matter how confident he is, he can only draw a conclusion that his probability of surviving successfully is less than 10%.

Then he strode out of the bathing center, not avoiding any surveillance cameras at all.

In the following period of time, he quickly visited some daily necessities stores and some stores that sold chemical products, and finally found an old friend who sold semi-finished military products according to the information he had learned in the past.

It was quite a situation that the secret agents were talking to each other. Yan Guozhang turned left and right into a small alley, followed by knocking on a deeply closed door, and soon the door opened. little boy.

"Who are you here and what's the matter?"

With a questioning tone, the old man seemed to have undergone a lot of evolution in his mood at this time, and said very patiently to this rude little boy.

"You can talk to your elders.

"I was the boss of the pharmaceutical company that financed his re-employment after being laid off."

Yan Guozhang said calmly, when he was still in control of Besta and the pharmaceutical company, he arranged a lot of retreats for himself.

Now it comes in handy again.

And that little boy didn't have such complicated heart fluctuations, he just nodded after standing there.

"I know, just wait here!"

Then he closed the door with a bang, and the force caused a wave of air to hit Yan Guozhang's face.

It made him inexplicably feel that he was almost flattened.

This kid is quite cute.

Yan Guozhang thought this way.

With so many years of experience, of course he wouldn't feel the slightest change of mind just because he almost got closed.

Then only waited less than five minutes.

The door opened, and this time it was obviously not the little boy who came to greet him.

It was a guy who looked quite young, a middle-aged man with a bald head.

"Mr. Yan, aren't you afraid that I will report you?"

As he spoke, he looked at the hero who once frightened him, but now he is indeed a bereaved dog.

It just made him a little surprised, Yan Guozhang still looked at himself very calmly with a bit of sarcasm.

"Of course I have something to ask for your help, if you don't help, I promise to shake out your bad things before I die.

"Don't think I'm lying, I've set up a timed release feature, and if I don't turn it off tonight, all of your stuff will be passed on to Homeland Security.35

"You're selling those half-finished arms here, do you think you can escape?

Yan Guozhang said calmly, and then he also knew very well that the person on the opposite side would definitely compromise.

On the one hand, the other party didn't appear to be so vicious, in fact, he was a guy who reciprocated.

But it's not the so-called sympathy between heroes, it's purely the kind of low-ranking in the market, with a bit of loyalty like a gangster.

"Although he's an idiot, he can let me use it."9

The old man was thinking silently.

Although there was a lot of disdain in his heart, he still showed a warm look.

"Long time no see, man! 99

The bald head on the other side showed a smile after deliberately bluffing a few words.

"Master Yan, your body is really strong enough. You were hunted down by the security bureaus in China, and you dared to run past me! There is something!

He looked very bold and patted the person opposite him on the shoulder, causing Yan Guozhang to grin for a while.

The latter looked at the bald head suspiciously, not knowing whether he did it on purpose or not.

"Okay, stop sticking around here, like a silly spore!"

The bald head dragged Yan Guozhang into the room with a big hand, but the old man walked in with his head held high, he was not worried that the bastard in front of him would exchange himself for the bounty.

First of all, the dead artist cannot be contacted by normal people, and if the Homeland Security Bureau really wants to be caught by them, it is not an unacceptable result that they can live another year or two.

Therefore, Yan Guozhang muttered silently in his heart.

"I have nothing to fear anymore.

He walked into this room, and then followed the bald head around in a courtyard that looked like a family, and opened a slate, and below it was the entrance of the basement.

This thing was one of the things that Yan Guozhang sponsored back then, and it took a lot of effort to complete it.

The underground of the seemingly unremarkable courtyard is a small arsenal, of course in the country. That bald head hasn't rushed to sell the complete product.

Most of them are only half-finished products or defective products sold by some military factories. After his own maintenance and conditioning, he reluctantly made some useful things.

Not to mention that at least ten years ago when the domestic order was relatively chaotic, his business has been achieved in several provinces and cities, which can be regarded as a well-known name.

As for now, it is only close to the golden pot to wash hands.

Soon the two of them arrived at the place, after stepping on a long flight of steps.

Yan Guozhang frowned, and there was a damp and musty smell in the air.

"Don't mind, my business in China is not very good. It hasn't opened for a long time, and I don't know if these things can still be used."

"I'm basically a law-abiding citizen now, if it weren't for you..."

The man leading the way waved a flashlight.

After knocking a few times, it forced the thing to make it difficult, and reluctantly increased the amount of light a little.

"I want to keep this place permanently sealed."4

The bald head rambled and seemed to be very chatty.

There are no lamps in the basement, and it can only be illuminated by external light sources.

Yan Guozhang was noncommittal in the face of the other party's statement.

It is true that the domestic market in this area is a bit low, but it will eventually exist.

Although it seems that the number of transactions is small, it can make a lot of money.

Of course, Yan Guozhang didn't want to dismantle the other party, he just nodded.

"Then I'll trouble you. I'm fortunate to have you this time, otherwise I really can't do anything about it." This old man made a humble gesture that was rare.

"Good talk, good talk. 99

"We are all brothers. 35

The bald head glanced back meaningfully, and he felt that something was really wrong.

It stands to reason that his understanding of Yan Guozhang would not be enough to put on such a posture. Could it be that what happened to him?

The bald head suddenly remembered something.

The legend of the dead artist in the dark web....

Is it true?

This thing is a bit tangled, but after thinking about it, he didn't go any further. After all, he was just trying to make money, and it would be difficult to get out of it when some things were involved.

"Okay, it's time to go to the place, you can see what you want, you can pick it yourself."

The bald head casually leaned against a shelf, and there was a clattering sound on it. It was obvious that there were a lot of bullet-like things inside, and then he looked very bold towards Yan Guo.

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The latter didn't say anything, but ignored the surrounding firearms and the like.

"I'm not interested in any of these things, let's get some really, really good stuff."

The old man stared at the person opposite him with deep eyes. He knew very well that if he was dealing with a guy who didn't wear any armor, an ordinary pistol would suffice.

But the problem is that he and his son Yan Zhihui were shooting frantically in the dark before, and they even touched the death artist, so even if he got a more powerful gun with a faster rate of fire, he probably wouldn't have much chance.

Moreover, it is not bad that some ordinary firearms can be bought reluctantly at home or abroad, such as submachine guns and more powerful machine guns, it is impossible to get hands.

Therefore, Yan Guozhang simply did not bother, and the power of the firearms here seemed to be dazzling.

But at most, it was a threat to ordinary people, not even the person from the Homeland Security Agency wearing a bulletproof vest. He didn't want to waste his efforts at all.

"Then what do you want?" The bald head was a little confused, "If you don't buy a gun, why would I bring you here, waste my time?"

But he found that the old man across from him walked straight up a few steps and patted him on the shoulder.

"I want those high-concentration explosives you stocked up. Of course I know I'll make the key detonators myself."

"I'm also a master of medicine, and I still have the ability to make nitroglycerin. 35

The old gentleman rubbed his palms, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light;

"What are you doing with that thing?"

The bald head asked a question subconsciously, but before there was any response from the other side, he simply changed his mouth.

"I can't possibly sell you these things, you know this..."

"Then you just want to die with me and break the net?"

Yan Guozhang smiled coldly, took out a knife directly from his sleeve, and nailed it to the wall behind the bald head.