Siheyuan: Starting from 1952

Chapter 138 The gangster eats the gangster

A lot of things were looted, including canned food, guns, ammunition, etc.

According to Lu Juemin’s original idea.

He wanted to sell these things in China.

But later he became a policeman.

Buying things from the United States again seems a bit bad no matter how you think about it.

Now we have arrived at the country of Damao.

This is a good opportunity to sell these things.

Moreover, the demand for these things in Russia should be greater than in China.

Take guns and ammunition, for example.

The Mao people have a tough style.

These things will definitely be released very quickly.

that's it.

Lu Juemin was looking for a steel factory to cooperate with in the country of Damao, as well as a buyer for guns and ammunition, or a store that could sell canned food.

Unfamiliar place.

It is not an easy thing.

Lu Juemin was not in a hurry either.

Anyway, this business trip to the steel mill gave me a lot of time.

Just take your time.

I'm free.

He then took Chen Xueru to visit some scenic spots in Damao Country.

It is actually a very comfortable thing.

I stayed in Damao Country for about five days.

Lu Juemin came into contact with an underground gang.

This gang had a strong desire to purchase the guns and ammunition in Lu Juemin's hands.

After a series of bargaining, Lu Juemin decided to sell his guns and ammunition to the gang.

So this day.

Lu Juemin asked Chen Xueru to stay in the hotel while he went to complete the transaction.

Chen Xueru actually wanted to go with Lu Juemin.

Lu Juemin refused to agree no matter what.

After all, if Chen Xueru knew that I had guns and ammunition comparable to an arsenal, it would be chaos.

no way.

Chen Xueru had no choice but to wait in the hotel.

However, she asked Lu Juemin to bring her a gift when he returned.

Of course there is no problem with gifts.

Lu Juemin agreed readily.

The moon is dark and the sky is high.

Lu Juemin came to the place where he had agreed to meet with the Damao Society.

This is a cemetery.

And it's very remote.

Lu Juemin stayed here, looking at the numerous tombstones, and felt a gust of cold wind.

However, as a staunch materialist, he never believed in any ghost or god theories.

He knew it was very confusing.

Why did this club choose a meeting place like this?

But it doesn’t matter what the reason is.

As long as I can sell these things, it's fine.

So after arriving at the cemetery.

He then took out all the guns and ammunition that the other party needed from the space.

It was placed so clearly next to the tombstone.

Guns and tombstones.

It made Lu Juemin feel that there was a sense of art.

He waited in this cemetery for a long time.

The talented people from that society came in a hurry.

And there are quite a few people.

At a rough glance, there are at least thirty people.

These thirty people were all wearing jackets and long coats, which gave off an oppressive vibe.

I guess an ordinary person would tremble with fear seeing so many strong men wearing the same clothes.

But it doesn’t matter to Lu Juemin.

He is a man who has been immersed in the battlefield.

What kind of mountains of corpses and seas of blood has he not seen?

The leader of this society is a bearded man.

His name is Turevsky.

When Tulevsky looked at the pile of guns and ammunition placed next to Lu Juemin, greed was revealed in his eyes.

"Mr. Lu, I originally thought you were lying to me, but I didn't expect you really had the goods!" Tulevsky said excitedly.

"We Dragon people never engage in those empty talk!" Lu Juemin snorted, "You've seen the goods, but where's the money?"

"Don't worry, the money is ready for you!"

Tulevsky said this and waved to the person next to him, who immediately stepped forward and took out a suitcase.

When the suitcase was opened, there were small yellow croakers one after another.

"Mr. Lu, here are ten small yellow croakers, each weighing exactly one pound."

"I want to check."

Lu Juemin has no trust in these gang members at all.

"Inspect?" Tulevsky frowned slightly, then laughed out loud, "Of course, Mr. Lu can inspect it!"

"We'll also check your guns and ammunition, is that ok?"

"No problem at all."

that's it.

Lu Juemin and Tulevsky walked towards each other.

Lu Juemin came to the suitcase and picked up one of the small yellow croakers.

Weighed it.

Found the portion size to be adequate.

It is indeed a small yellow croaker.

But one stick is really nothing.

The rest has to be true.

So Lu Juemin started to check the second one.

same.

Also true.

The third root.

And just when Lu Juemin was checking carefully.

Lu Juemin suddenly felt a chill on his back.

He looked back and saw that it was Turevsky pointing a gun at him.

Tulevsky said, "Mr. Lu, you don't need to check, the small yellow croaker is real! But! So what if it's real? You don't have a life to take away?"

"What? You want to kill people and steal goods?"

"Hehe, you're right!" Sister Tulev grinned and said, "Mr. Lu, we Mao people are very considerate. We thought you were going to die soon, so we chose a cemetery for you so that you can rest in peace in this place."

Lu Juemin: “…”

Got it!

Now it seems that I am a bit naive!

These Russians are actually doing this kind of thief-on-thief thing.

I'm really speechless.

Lu Juemin held his forehead with his hand and said, "Mr. Tulevsky, you said this is the cemetery you prepared for me. Is it possible that this is the cemetery you prepared for yourself?"

"Hahaha!"

Tulevsky laughed wildly, "Mr. Lu, it seems you haven't understood the situation yet! We have thirty people, and you are just one!"

"What? Do you want to kill thirty of us by yourself?"

"idiot!"

Lu Juemin rolled his eyes, "Why do we have to kill thirty people? Wouldn't it be enough to just kill you, the boss?"

It's too late to say.

Lu Juemin didn't know when a small knife appeared in his hand.

With a swing of his arm, the knife accurately pierced Tulevsky's neck.

The knife was pulled out.

Turevsky's neck became like a fountain.

Bleeding.

This……