Rebirth of Chen An
Chapter 19
‘Take me to the goods.’ Was Chen An’s only bland reply.
Though this man had a mild and harmless visage, but in his phoenix eyes, only a cold apathy could be found, unfathomable like a forest lake in the depths of the night.
The waiter pinned Chen An with a long look. Though he had never seen him before, but this man appeared both calm and cold; he certainly don’t behave like a novice.
'Come with me.’
The waiter removed the café ap.r.o.n from his waist and led Chen An into the storeroom next door. In a corner, he squatted down and s.h.i.+fted aside a few bags of coffee beans to reveal an entrance to an underground bas.e.m.e.nt.
The waiter took the lead and leaped in with Chen An following close behind. The dark bas.e.m.e.nt below was a completely different world to the café outside.
After the lights were switched on, rows of guns could be seen lining the walls. These are certainly not toy models.
'This is the first batch.’ The waiter cracked open a crate to reveal a pile of dangerous firearms buried in hay.
Chen An returned his book back into his bag. Under the watchful eye of the waiter, he slipped on a pair of gloves and retrieved a pistol from the crate. With experienced hands, he fiddled with the gun. As he expected, the sensation of holding a gun felt wonderful.
“This is an imitation of the American 0.45 caliber colt model 1911.” Chen An shot a look at the waiter beside him, the coldness flas.h.i.+ng through his eyes driving a quiver into the waiter’s heart.
'It’s not inferior to the original!’ The pet.i.te waiter retorted viciously with a voice laced with malice.
But if Chen An could be startled so easily, he wouldn’t be Chen An at all.
'Where are the 92 pistol models?’ Chen An questioned instead as he returned the pistol back into the crate.
'In here.’ One would suddenly feel weakened and feeble after delivering a forceful punch into water. Seeing only Chen An’s emotionless display, the small waiter unconsciously softened his tone as he opened another crate for Chen An to peruse.
Just like before, Chen An started examining the goods. Although they are not authentic, the quality of these counterfeits are still acceptable. In a place like Vietnam, other than the factories publicly known to be owned by large organisations, there are also numerous underground military factories.
While he can’t dabble in large weaponry, he certainly can deal with these ma.s.s counterfeit pistols.
'Help me store them in the car.’ Chen An said as he removed his gloves.
Though this man had a mild and harmless visage, but in his phoenix eyes, only a cold apathy could be found, unfathomable like a forest lake in the depths of the night.
The waiter pinned Chen An with a long look. Though he had never seen him before, but this man appeared both calm and cold; he certainly don’t behave like a novice.
'Come with me.’
The waiter removed the café ap.r.o.n from his waist and led Chen An into the storeroom next door. In a corner, he squatted down and s.h.i.+fted aside a few bags of coffee beans to reveal an entrance to an underground bas.e.m.e.nt.
The waiter took the lead and leaped in with Chen An following close behind. The dark bas.e.m.e.nt below was a completely different world to the café outside.
After the lights were switched on, rows of guns could be seen lining the walls. These are certainly not toy models.
'This is the first batch.’ The waiter cracked open a crate to reveal a pile of dangerous firearms buried in hay.
Chen An returned his book back into his bag. Under the watchful eye of the waiter, he slipped on a pair of gloves and retrieved a pistol from the crate. With experienced hands, he fiddled with the gun. As he expected, the sensation of holding a gun felt wonderful.
“This is an imitation of the American 0.45 caliber colt model 1911.” Chen An shot a look at the waiter beside him, the coldness flas.h.i.+ng through his eyes driving a quiver into the waiter’s heart.
'It’s not inferior to the original!’ The pet.i.te waiter retorted viciously with a voice laced with malice.
But if Chen An could be startled so easily, he wouldn’t be Chen An at all.
'Where are the 92 pistol models?’ Chen An questioned instead as he returned the pistol back into the crate.
'In here.’ One would suddenly feel weakened and feeble after delivering a forceful punch into water. Seeing only Chen An’s emotionless display, the small waiter unconsciously softened his tone as he opened another crate for Chen An to peruse.
Just like before, Chen An started examining the goods. Although they are not authentic, the quality of these counterfeits are still acceptable. In a place like Vietnam, other than the factories publicly known to be owned by large organisations, there are also numerous underground military factories.
While he can’t dabble in large weaponry, he certainly can deal with these ma.s.s counterfeit pistols.
'Help me store them in the car.’ Chen An said as he removed his gloves.
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