Super Manufacturing Force

The subordinate cut open a bag with a dagger, picked up a little white powder with his little finger and put it into his mouth, suddenly with a bitter face, he spit it out again: "Boss, it's white flour!"

"Bullshit, of course I know it's white noodles. We're here to buy this. Now I'm asking you about the purity?" Mr. Zheng yelled furiously, why didn't he find out before, this subordinate is as stupid as a pig.

"No, no, boss!" The subordinate was about to cry, and said aggrievedly: "I mean, this bag is not drugs, it's real white flour, the white flour we usually eat!"

"What? How dare you play Lao Tzu with the surname Qian?" Boss Zheng suddenly pulled out a gun from behind, and pointed at Qian Xingjie with a yell. Two of his subordinates also pulled out two pistols.

The three of Qian Xingjie have been paying attention to this side, and when they saw this, they immediately took out their guns and confronted Boss Zheng: "Boss Zheng, what do you mean? This is not the first time we have traded. When did I lie to you? What the hell is that little brother of yours doing?" Will you inspect the goods and say that my drug is white flour, are you fucking like black eating black?"

"Fart, I have tasted more drugs than you have ever tasted. How can I make a mistake?" Boss Zheng's men yelled with thick necks. He would never allow anyone to doubt his "professional level".

At this time, one of Qian Xingjie's subordinates suddenly squatted down, picked up a stack of banknotes from the open suitcase, and said harshly, "Boss, there is something wrong with these money!"

"What's the matter, I think they are all old banknotes?" Qian Xingjie asked with raised eyebrows.

"It's true that they are all old banknotes. If you just look at the watermarks and dyes, they are all genuine banknotes, but...but all the numbers on these coins are exactly the same!"

"What? Damn it, Boss Zheng, what do you mean?" Qian Xingjie was furious, his face was grim, and the veins on his neck were bulging.

"Fart, I checked all these money myself, how could it be possible that the numbers are the same?" Boss Zheng's eyes widened in disbelief.

In the grass not far away, Zhao Xu almost collapsed with laughter. Of course, he was responsible for everything:

Manufacture of original energy cannot directly transform matter, so it is impossible for him to turn drugs into white flour directly, but he can make white flour and put it on top of the drug. In fact, the black skin thinks that only the upper two layers of bags are white flour. And the bottom layer is Qian Xingjie's drugs.

As for the banknotes with the same serial number, it is even simpler. The energy of manufacture can even move the molecules. Wouldn't it be easy to wash off the serial numbers on the banknotes and rewrite them?

But he really didn't expect that the two groups of guys actually carried guns with them. He shrunk his neck and hid himself a little deeper. Guns are deadly things, and it would be dangerous if they flew around in a fight up.

The place where Sun Hao was tied up couldn't be directly illuminated by the headlights, so it looked a little dark. In addition, Qian Xingjie and the six of them were all focused on each other, so no one saw it. A thick layer of black iron plate covered Sun Hao Hao's body quickly condensed, and with the protection of the iron plate, even if bullets flew randomly in a while, Sun Hao would definitely be fine.

"Boss Zheng, what should we do today? This is not the first time we have traded. What do you mean by fooling me with counterfeit money this time?"

"Fart, did I fool you? Damn it's you who fooled me with fake products!"

Perhaps because they are all acquaintances, both sides exercised restraint and did not intend to shoot yet.

But Zhao Xu got impatient. If you don't fight, how can you guys save people?

He rolled his eyeballs, and once again stuck out a pistol that was originally made to scan Qian Xingjie.

Then he made one for himself, then he smacked his lips, closed one eye and aimed at Qian Xingjie.

"boom!"

This shot did not hit Qian Xingjie, but the huge gunshot scared everyone, like a steel wire about to break, the two sides were already very nervous, although no one was injured, they thought it was the other side who had shot. So they pulled the trigger subconsciously, and the gunshots became one after another:

"boom!"

"Bang bang!"

"ah……"

The screams followed. The two sides were too close, and it was obviously not the first time to use a gun. The marksmanship was much better than Zhao Xu, so in just a split second, three people fell to the ground. Two are Boss Zheng's men, and the remaining one is Qian Xingjie's men.

Boss Zheng saw that the situation was not good, and immediately shot and ran into the unfinished building next to him.

"Follow me, don't let him run away!" Qian Xingjie yelled, and immediately led another subordinate to chase into the unfinished building, and soon there were successive gunshots in the building.

Zhao Xu despised his marksmanship very much. He clearly aimed at Qian Xingjie's ass just now, but the bullet actually hit a stone eight feet away.

However, the effect of this shot was very satisfying. He looked at the unfinished building and felt that Qian Xingjie and the others would not come out for a while, so he immediately jumped out of the grass.

The three people lying on the ground were all dead, and they looked like nothing from a distance just now, but now that they were approaching, the sight of blood flowing from the three corpses made Zhao Xu almost vomit.

His legs were weak, and he walked up to Sun Hao like stepping on cotton. He turned the iron plate into ashes, then untied the rope tied to Sun Hao, and then took Sun Hao's arm and wanted to leave. As a result - he plopped and sat on the ground.

Zhao Xu admitted that he was really frightened by the three corpses, and now his legs and feet are so weak, but this is definitely not the main reason for his fall. It is because Sun Hao is too heavy, carrying it on his body is like carrying a mountain .

"I really don't know how this guy's girlfriends can bear it. If he is on top of him, won't they be crushed to death?" Zhao Xu cursed.

At this time, the gunshots in the unfinished building suddenly disappeared. Zhao Xu hurriedly picked up Sun Hao reluctantly, trying to get Sun Hao into a car and drive away, but a loud roar came from behind: "Stop and hold the gun!" lay down!"

"I don't move, I surrender!"

Zhao Xu froze all over, threw the gun numbly, then put Sun Hao down and turned around slowly, and saw Qian Xingjie coming out of the unfinished building, his subordinates and Boss Zheng didn't come out, it should have been all dead.

Qian Xingjie felt like a peerless hero, and laughed arrogantly: "Zhao Xu, I didn't expect you to dare to come?"

"I can't help it, I'm too loyal, it's impossible for my brother not to come if he's in trouble!"

Zhao Xu's righteousness straightened his chest, and the next moment he burst into tears and snotted his nose and begged for mercy: "Mr. Qian, Boss Qian, you have to get the gun. It can kill people if it goes off!"

"Why, are you afraid? Hahahaha, you asked for it!" Qian Xingjie looked grim: "Why do you fight with me? Damn, you dare to rob me of a woman. I must kill you!"

Zhao Xu opened his mouth and didn't speak. He used to be able to call Qu, but now he has fucked a woman. What else can he say? We're men, and we absolutely don't admit to things we haven't done, but since we've done them, of course we have to bear them.

At this time, Qian Xingjie had already walked up to Zhao Xu, and the muzzle almost pierced Zhao Xu's forehead.

At such a close distance, Zhao Xu felt that no matter how bad his marksmanship was, he should be able to hit the opponent.

He rubbed his hands together suddenly, and said with a weird smile: "Hey, Boss Qian, if you want to kill me, I'll give you my head, but before you shoot, shouldn't you check to see if there are any bullets in the gun?"

"Hmph, I just changed the magazine, so go to hell you boy!" Qian Xingjie gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger, only to hear a burst of empty gunshots.

He was dumbfounded, and subconsciously withdrew from the magazine to check, and saw a pile of metal powder and gunpowder flowing out of the magazine: "This...how is this possible?"