Just when the two were at a stalemate, the robber man who had fainted under Zhao Zhi's feet woke up and struggled to reach for his waist with his hand. Hey, there seems to be something in this kid's waist, Zhao Zhi's heart moved, and he bent down to search the body of the person under his feet. A southern pistol was searched out of the kid's waist, and when the crowd of onlookers saw that there was a pistol, they all retreated and dispersed, and they no longer dared to watch.

Speaking of this product, Zhao Zhi played a few gun flowers with the pistol and inserted it in his waist. The southern pistol is a conventional pistol worn by military officers during World War II, and it has actually become a symbol of the officer's status because it often jams and has little range and lethality. After the army occupied Shanghai, it once issued a batch of southern pistols to the spies and ruffians who had gathered in the country, as a reward for providing them with information. It seems that the robber man at Zhao Zhi's feet should also be some kind of spy or meritorious ruffian or something.

"Sir, can you give me back my purse first?" A brand new $10 was handed to Zhao Zhi. The foreigner was no longer the tough appearance he had just now, but he had a bitter face and begged Zhao Zhi. If something is abnormal, it is a demon, Zhao Zhi took the banknote and stuffed it into the belt, but did not return the purse.

"Aren't you going to treat me to a drink?" With a smile on his face, Zhao Zhi kicked the robber man in the head. The robber man under his feet let out a scream, twitched his hands and feet a few times, and fainted again. Zhao Zhi's dark eyes quietly looked at the foreigner opposite, with some murderous intent in his eyes, as long as the foreigner dared to move, Zhao Zhi didn't mind shooting him directly.

The foreigner didn't seem to be able to stand Zhao Zhi's gaze, so he stepped back a little, and directly wiped the cold sweat on his face with his sleeve. After swallowing a few mouthfuls of foam, the foreigner bluntly invited Zhao Zhi to sit in a Russian bar he frequented. "Lead the way in front" Zhao Zhi, who was mainly anti-guest, motioned to the foreigner to walk in front, and followed behind with his leather bag.

The foreigner took Zhao Zhi into an alley, and through the alley to the opposite street, you can't stay for a long time, those ruffians who used to beg for a living on the street are better to hide, otherwise they will annoy you to death. After turning around, I entered a quiet and humble bar opened by Russians, and there were few customers in the bar, almost all of them were foreigners, and Chinese rarely came to this kind of bar. It's a slum, and there are a lot of gangsters outside, but it's very quiet inside the bar, and it's clear that the owner of this Russian bar is very powerful.

A Russian woman in a cheongsam was familiar with the foreigner and threw a flattering look, and directly handed over a bottle of foreign wine at an ordinary price, and it could be seen from her calm response that this woman was very familiar with the foreigner. Before the wine was served, Zhao Zhi and the foreigner had been staring at each other silently, as if they were guessing each other's identities and origins.

"You can call me Lightning," Zhao Zhi took a cigarette from a wooden box on the bar and put it in his mouth. Zhao Zhi's spear was very fast, like lightning, so his nickname in the mercenary world in his previous life was called Lightning. "Ah, hello, my name is Hunter, and I'm Englishman" took a sip of wine, Hunter was no longer so nervous, and he reported himself to the door with a sharp mouth.

"So, Mr. Hunter, what do you do? Why would a man with a pistol rob you? Zhao Zhi tasted the foreign wine, patted the black leather bag on the bar, and asked Hunter with a smile. Hunter secretly looked left and right, and saw that no one was paying attention here, so he whispered, "I am in the coffee bean business, and I wanted to buy my coffee machine and coffee beans at a low price yesterday, but I didn't agree, and someone came to rob me today."

Poof, Zhao Zhi squirted out the foreign wine that he drank into his mouth, and looked at the Hunter in front of him in surprise, the coffee bean business. It seems that the business of reselling arms has always been named a coffee bean business. Zhao Zhi worked as a bodyguard for an arms dealer for a few days in his previous life, and also learned some jargon in the arms world, coffee machines refer to bullet production lines, and coffee beans generally refer to bullets or grenades.

Zhao Zhi wiped the wine stains on the corner of his mouth, looked at Hunter directly, and felt happy in his heart, it seemed that he was picking up a treasure today. "Sir, Mr. Lightning, what's wrong with you?" Xu is the weird smile on Zhao Zhi's face frightened Hunter, he shook his hand in front of Zhao Zhi's eyes, and asked Zhao Zhi with concern. "No, I just remembered one thing just now" Zhao Zhi pushed the black leather bag in his hand to Hunter, and handed it over along with the $10 that Hunter had just given him. "Hunter, these are yours, I'll give them back to you now"

"This $10 is a little bit of my gratitude to you, why are you paying me back?" Hunter couldn't understand the Chinese in front of him, and reached out and pushed the note back to Zhao Zhi. "No, no Hunter, I don't want your money, I just want to ask you to do me a favor" Zhao Zhi pressed the money pushed by Hunter, and looked at Hunter with a sincere face, his expression was very serious.

"Okay then, you say, as long as I can do it"

"I need to borrow some coffee beans and coffee pots from you first, and in a few days, I'll pay for the things I borrowed, okay?"

Hunter jumped up like a thorn in his buttocks, and looked at Zhao Zhi with a panicked expression, "Who are you?" ”

Zhao Zhi shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, "I'm just a person who has helped you in the past, you can treat me as a passerby in your life." If you don't think it's okay, then I'll be okay if I didn't say it."

The skeptical Hunter finally sat down again, took the pen and sticky notes on the bar, and wrote down an address for Zhao Zhi. "This address, tomorrow at 10 o'clock in the evening, I will only give you this one chance, I will not wait for you a minute late"

"For the sake of our friendship, cheers" Zhao Zhi picked up the quilt, touched it with Hunter, and drank it happily. After carefully packing the note, Zhao Zhi left the bar first, leaving Hunter in the bar to pay the bill. Looking at the back of Zhao Zhi leaving, Hunter covered his face in annoyance, and muttered in frustration in his heart, "Why would I believe in someone I never knew, God, help me"

Zhao Zhi, who walked out of the bar, looked relaxed, called a rickshaw, and threw an ocean. "Go to the most prosperous place in Shanghai" took the ocean thrown by Zhao Zhi, and the coachman briskly bent down and picked up the handlebars and ran. Sitting on the rickshaw, Zhao Zhi admired the big Shanghai at night, thinking about his plan to make money. It's not just money, Zhao Zhi also needs a weapon to take advantage of, as a mercenary, he has two empty hands, which is really not good.