I have a piece of land in my hand

Syria, a country that has been raged by war all the year round.

Chen Fan paid to speed up the stamping of customs visas and flew directly from China to Dubai, and then transferred from Dubai to Damascus International Airport.

There are a lot of foreigners who come here with all kinds of thoughts, but there are almost no tourists, because it is very likely to become a'one-day death tour'.

The instability of the battle situation has caused the security here to be very chaotic. Many patrol soldiers carrying guns walked on the streets, wearing desert camouflage uniforms covered with gray layers, and their faces were exhausted. They were obviously deeply poisoned by the war.

Because of China's high international status, and under Chen Fan's dollar offensive, the customs here assigned him a battlefield veteran named'Lawrence' as a bodyguard.

Chen Fan remembered that he wrapped a $10,000 red envelope for the customs officer, but he inadvertently asked Lawrence and realized that it only paid him a pitiful salary of twenty dollars a day until the seven-day protection period reached with Chen Fan expired. .

"Boss, where are we going now?" Lawrence asked in a fluent London accent, not looking like a local.

"Where to go?" Chen Fan looked at the strange street in confusion, and said in his English that he could barely communicate with people: "Do you know where there is a place where guns are sold?"

gun?

Lawrence took a look at this thin-skinned, slightly rich Asian, with wrinkles on his face, "Boss, if you need to buy a gun, I can take you to a good place!"

Lawrence has received many people like Chen Fan who lives in a safe country and is eager to touch a real gun. Most of the money he spends on drinking is leaked from the hands of these people.

He is very willing to protect the wealthy, especially those with shopping needs, the more'Franklin' he can bring to him.

As for how Chen Fan took the gun after he bought it, it was not something he should consider.

"Very well, let's go!" Chen Fan didn't care about the meaning behind Lawrence's attentive smile. In his opinion, it was mostly similar to those pimps in the red light district, but as long as Lawrence was reliable, he wouldn't mind more. Spend a few banknotes.

Driving a temporarily rented jeep, Lawrence turned left and right into a remote alley, and parked the car in front of a shop with a closed iron gate.

Duang!Duang!Duang!

After knocking on the door a few times, a bald man with an unknown pattern on his neck poked his head out of the crack of the door. When he saw Lawrence, he greeted him and hurried in.

Chen Fan was not afraid, and followed Lawrence directly into it.He has an instant escape card in his hand, so he doesn't panic, but is curious about the scene in the store.

An empty house.

Yes, it is empty!

Lawrence explained to frowning Chen Fan, let him not worry, and then saw him discuss with the bald man.

Chen Fan found that the bald man looked at himself from head to toe several times with a vigilant gaze, and then nodded, walked to a corner, and lifted the slate on the ground.

No one would have thought that the weapon arsenal was hidden underground.

The cat walked into the basement with his waist, and Chen Fan's eyes suddenly lit up.In the small basement, there are rows of firearms hanging on the wall. Pistols, rifles, and machine guns are everything, but they look a little bit old. I don't know what they are, and they are all antiques from the 70s and 80s.

Chen Fan walked around the shelves and finally chose an AK47.

This is a very legendary automatic rifle, from the hands of Soviet firearms designer Mikhail Timofevic Kalashnikov, famous for its durability and low failure rate.Whether it is in high or low temperature conditions, the shooting performance is very good, especially when used in sandy muddy water, the performance is reliable, and the structure is simple and easy to disassemble.

It is legendary because in addition to large-scale equipment in the Soviet army, many countries in the world have also imitated it. The output ranges from 30 million to 100 million. It is the most cumulatively produced firearm in the world.

In addition to the AK47 and matching bullets, Chen Fan also chose a string of grenades that can be worn around his waist, and he also brought a pistol.

When he saw a large-caliber heavy machine gun placed on the ground, he swallowed his saliva and shook his head again.It is okay to carry light weapons. If it is too heavy, your small body will be overwhelming, let alone carrying a heavy load.

Chen Fan has already planned. Since the land in the Eight Worlds of the Heavenly Dragon can be used to upgrade his host level, why bother to hoard land in this world?

The system has informed Chen Fan that the limit of the land area that can be bound to Tianlong Babu World is 100 mu. Therefore, he must occupy a good position when he enters this trip. Otherwise, if he wants to move his nest, he must pay a large fee to the system. Unbind and reselect the place.

After choosing the equipment he needed, Chen Fan put down his backpack, took out the wallet from the inner compartment, and drew out twenty Franklins, "Exactly two thousand dollars, you count."

Greedy gleams in the bald man's eyes. The moment Chen Fan withdrew the money, he clearly saw a bulging stack of banknotes in his wallet, not to mention a few thousand dollars.

If you kill this Oriental directly here...

As soon as this thought appeared, he saw Chen Fan's smiley eyes, looking confident.After weighing it repeatedly, he finally gave up the decision to kill chickens and get eggs.In any case, the people were brought by his friend Lawrence, who categorically killed the client, and Lawrence's reputation would be stinky, which is not appropriate.

Pay with one hand and deliver with the same.

Accompanied by Lawrence, Chen Fan spent five days in Syria, toured several scenic spots, and then drove alone to the deserted areas off the beaten track.Because weapons and ammunition were not easy to transport to the country, he had to find a safe place on the spot to cross into the Heavenly Dragon Eight Worlds.

The fast-moving car, rolling yellow sand flying all over the sky.

Although he was walking through the deserted desert, Chen Fan didn't dare to take care of it. He carefully observed the surroundings and confirmed that no one was following.

When the car stopped in the middle of a mountain col, Chen Fan rubbed his hands in excitement, checked the guns and ammunition, and then paid a few copper coins to the system as a handling fee for carrying items, silently muttering in his heart.

Cross!

The scenery in front of him instantly turned into a pitch-black void. The next second, the black space dissipated, and Chen Fan appeared in the alley next to a tavern with cheers coming from his ears.

"Come!"

"Good! Good! Come again!"

"Hahahahahaha~~~hahahahahaha~~~"

Before Chen Fan began to look at the surrounding scenes, he was attracted by the sound of a crackling pottery bowl, and he smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

With doubts in mind, he followed his reputation.

Damn it!

Duan Yu?

Qiao Feng?