Non-human Gene Complex

In the end Franklin put on his pants, and he handed Fang Moqi a cigar.

Fang Moqi didn't smoke and gave it to Lan Mu, who sat aside and smoked leisurely.

Lan Mu couldn't speak authentic neighborhood English, and it sounded like a struggle, so he could only watch Fang Moqi and Franklin trade.

But after all, it was still in English, and after hearing a rough idea, it was indeed about weapons, hiding places and other things.

After a while, Franklin sent another black man to get something.

The black man went to the unobstructed kitchen and dragged out a small cart to the living room.

There are four drawers on the trolley, which are full of guns and grenades when they are opened one by one.

Fang Moqi greeted Lan Mu and said, "Come and pick!"

Lan Mu walked over and picked up a pistol, which was also the largest gun inside. It was the famous Desert Eagle.

"Don't use that thing, it's too ostentatious! Take this!"

Fang Moqi handed over a pistol, and Lan Mu recognized it as an M1911.

"It's a very old gun, but it's light and easy to use. It's 45 caliber. It's still powerful. You can't recognize it even if you hit your mother in the face."

Lan Mu weighed it twice, then threw it back and said, "I don't need a gun, just a bow and arrow."

Fang Moqi smiled, he knew that Lan Mu's archery skills were better than guns to some extent.

"I'm not used to guns either, so buy an insurance policy. After all, guns are more useful in terms of power."

Fang Moqi finally chose a pistol with four magazines and twenty grenades.

"Why do you buy so many grenades? Isn't it cumbersome to wear on your body?" Lan Mu said with a blank look.

"This thing is powerful. If any door blocks the way, just blow it up! Haha."

Firearms are a trivial matter, and then Fang Moqi bought various other equipment.

Not in stock, Fang Moqi used the pen and paper on the table to write down everything he thought he needed.

"A jar of strong muscle relaxants! Oh? Can you get a Confession Potion? Get a set, too."

"A set of pinhole cameras, a set of sunglasses cameras, and a pair of infrared vision lenses."

"I want the best saber! I also want tactical pliers, hemostatic stickers, medical bandages, and special anti-inflammatory drugs."

"In addition, prepare me two strong black cars and a small detached villa with a garage. I want the villa now. Of course, it's just for rent!"

"Give me and my brother two fake documents, including a driver's license and a green card, um... the nationality is an island country!"

Lan Mu stared dumbfounded at Fang Moqi who kept writing orders, wrote a lot of miscellaneous things, and finally handed them to Franklin.

Franklin took a look, and his face became cold.

"Boy! These things don't cost half a million dollars! Are you kidding me?"

As soon as the words fell, another black man pulled out a gun with a fierce look on his face.

Lan Mu was on alert, but Fang Moqi said with a smile: "Don't worry! The big head hasn't said anything yet."

Then he said solemnly: "I want information about the Gates family."

Franklin's eyes lit up, and he smiled again, and the other black man put away his gun when he saw this.

"It's good to buy information! Are you going to kill people? Tell me, whose information do you want from the Gates family?"

Fang Moqi said coldly: "Paul!"

"I want his future itinerary and residence, as well as the defense deployment in the residence and the lineup of his private gunmen..."

"Anyway, I want the most detailed version! Don't fool me!"

Franklin laughed and said, "The most detailed one? One million dollars!"

Lan Mu was taken aback, a million dollars? Information is so valuable?

Fang Moqi said without hesitation: "No problem! One million deals! I need to get it as soon as possible!"

"Okay, leave it to me, the information will be delivered to you together with these things tonight, and the key to the villa can be given to you first,"

Franklin fully agreed, and then said: "A total of 1.2 million, credit card is supported."

"This is a deposit of 50,000 yuan. Give me the key to the villa first. After the things are delivered tonight, let someone collect the money."

After Fang Moqi finished speaking, he took out fifty thousand dollars from his bag and put it on the table. Franklin was silent for a moment and nodded.

Franklin obviously acquiesced in the 50,000 deposit. After taking the keys, guns and grenades, Fang Moqi and Lan Mu turned their heads and left.

"Are they really reliable?" Lan Mu said until he walked out of the apartment.

"In the United States, there are only two people I can trust, one is you, and the other is old man Li." Fang Moqi stopped the taxi.

"Old man Li?"

"follow me."

The two took a taxi to Chinatown. Los Angeles' Chinatown was much larger than Marley's, and there were not only Chinese, but also a large number of whites and blacks.

Fang Moqi led Lan Mu to turn left and right, and finally found an old bookstore in a deep alley.

The door was locked from the inside, Fang Moqi raised his foot and kicked the already broken door open.

"Ah?" Lan Mu was taken aback, so he broke in?

Fang Moqi swaggered in and closed the door.

This kind of door turned out to be a very old bolted door. Fang Moqi picked up a random piece of wood and plugged it in, thinking it was locked.

"You're just doing sabotage like that? Can't you just knock on the door?" Lan Mu asked suspiciously.

"Knock on the door? Even if he knocks for a lifetime, he won't open the door." Fang Moqi laughed.

Walking into the bookstore, an old Chinese man was sitting on a chair reading a book.

Seeing Fang Moqi coming in, old man Li nodded and smiled.

Fang Moqi did not speak, but gestured with his hands, which turned out to be sign language!

Seeing old man Li communicate with him in sign language, Lan Mu suddenly realized that he was a deaf-mute.

There was not a long delay here, Fang Moqi seemed to have reached an agreement with old man Li, and left with Lan Mu.

"What did you talk about?"

Fang Moqi smiled and said, "Back way!"

"With the abilities of both of us, it's too easy to kill Paul."

"But it's easy to kill, but hard to get out. After all, this is the United States. It's not easy to kill a big chaebol who is in power."

"Old man Li was a powerful person when he was young, and now he is the most influential person in Chinatown. I asked him to prepare a smuggling boat, which is in a hidden place on the west coast."

"This is one of our escape routes."

...

At 19 o'clock in the evening, Franklin's information was delivered, along with a large package.

Fake identities, cameras, infrared lenses, black car keys, emergency medical kits, etc.

They were all spread out on the table, Fang Moqi inspected them briefly, and asked.

"What about the information?"

There were four black people delivering things, their waists were bulging and they obviously carried guns.

One of the blacks took out a map of the Gates family's property distribution, and their family's power statistics.

Fang Moqi looked at it for a while, and it contained a detailed introduction of the Gates family's private armed forces and the deployment of various combat forces.

Regarding Paul's whereabouts, the information included which gatherings he attended recently, who he met, and where he rested every night.

However, there is no more precise whereabouts of Paul, and it is all outdated information from a day ago.

"Do you know where Paul is today and tomorrow?"

The black man replied: "Then how could you know? This is already the most detailed information."

Fang Moqi frowned, but he still took out his bank card and said, "Transfer the account, you should know the rules of Taoism and keep it secret, right?"

The black man took the card and transferred 1.2 million US dollars, showing his big teeth and smiling: "Don't worry! Happy cooperation!"

Fang Moqi stood upright, watching the group of people walk out of the villa, and didn't sit back on the sofa until the car drove away.

Lan Mu approached and asked, "Just these things cost more than one million dollars? Without the detailed location of Paul, how can I find him?"

Fang Moqi pointed to the list of Paul's subordinates on the table, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, we don't know, but his cronies must know."

"This white man named Mike is an important subordinate of Paul. According to the data, he often kills people and handles some dirty things for Paul."

"He must know where Paul and eredar are."