Chapter Eighty-One: Standardized Firearms

  When Xie Suozhang arrived at Ershili Pu with Murong Zhui Feng and Bai Lang, I was sleeping soundly with Jin Gang Pao. As we were invited by Xie Suozhang, he also received the enthusiastic hospitality of the villagers.

  At noon, we were woken up to have lunch. As it was approaching the Spring Festival, every household was preparing for New Year's goods. With our achievements from last night, lunch was sumptuous and used four tables put together. Jin Gang counted that there were more than 30 hot dishes alone. In the center of a square wooden plate, a whole roasted sheep was placed. Three large jars of Qingke liquor were brought over.

  Lunch lasted until three o'clock in the afternoon, and Jin Gang Pao was finally drunk by a group of villagers who were not afraid of wine, while I insisted on my principles and escaped.

  After dinner, under the leadership of the village chief, I led Bai Lang to the home of the Tibetan Mastiff's owner we had met earlier. The village chief explained our intention and the dog owner happily agreed.

  Who would have thought that in the face of Tibetan Mastiff's enthusiasm and initiative, the White Wolf was completely unresponsive, and nothing came of it. I was so angry that I hit the White Wolf on the head, "Such a handsome guy you don't want, are you stupid?"

  At dusk, Jin Gang finally sobered up. We refused the village chief and the crowd's farewell, got into Director Xie's police car and bid farewell to everyone.

  "This thing is good, keep it for the road." As we were leaving, everyone took out gifts to give away, I didn't take anything. Jin Gang Pao took a jar of homemade cheese from someone else.

  "It's delicious, you're so stingy!" I was still unhappy about Jin Gang taking other people's things and retorted with a sentence. The Tibetan people are enthusiastic and hospitable, this can of cheese is probably over 20 kilograms, and it's likely that the host family only has this much at home.

  "Brother, where are you guys going?" Xie Shouzhang asked me as he drove back, having had quite a few drinks at noon.

  "Kunlun Mountains!" Jin Gang cannon put down the cheese and lit a cigarette.

  "I'll arrange for a car to send you on your way." We had helped Director Xie solve a tricky problem that had been bothering him for over a year, and he was very pleased. It seemed like he really wanted to see us off.

  "We went to a place you can't send us." Jin Gang Pao didn't lie after all.

  "Once you're out the door, fellow villagers are like family, so don't be polite. The other day I even sent off Vice Governor Wang's daughter to the pasture area." Director Xie rolled down the car window and a cold wind blew in.

  "Vice Governor Wang?" I frowned and asked from the back seat.

  "Wang Zhongri, it was him who brought the notice from the director to bail you out back then." Xie Shouzhang had a good memory "He used to be the head of the finance bureau, but got promoted to vice governor last year".

  "Has Wang Yanpei come to Tibet?" I was greatly surprised. "What did she come to Tibet for?"

  "It's said that they went to film the Tibetan antelope with a certain program team, and it's only been a few days since they left." Director Xie said as he turned the car onto the main road. "You brothers have really helped me out this time, otherwise I wouldn't be able to keep being the director if things kept going on like this."

  "Lao Xie, I heard that there are many guns in our Tibetan area, can you help us get a few?" Jin Gang Pao, sitting in the front passenger seat, handed over a cigarette with a smile.

  "Ah, what are you trying to do?" Director Xie was startled by Jin Gang's words and almost lost control of the direction.

  I sat in the back seat watching Jīn Gāng Pào act foolishly and didn't even bother to stop him, just seeing how he would blindly squander his life.

  "We're not going to Kunlun Mountain, are we? The road is quite dangerous, I think we should get a few guns for self-defense." The divine turtle cannon that Jin Gang Pao had was given to Hei San Chang the fox spirit after he got drunk, and my gun is almost out of bullets too.

  "Brother, I'm a police officer, not an arms dealer. There are many things that can't be done, and even mentioning them is impossible." Director Xie sighed as he spoke, "It seems like there's a cripple with the surname Sun at San Gangzi who has a gun. We've investigated several times but haven't found anything."

  "Alright, thank you Old Xie." Jin Gang Pao was overjoyed.

  "Don't thank me, I haven't said anything, there's still some money here, if you need it..."

  "Don't worry about the money, we have plenty." Jin Gang's boastful words hit me like a ton of bricks, making me want to kick him.

  The next day at dawn, I and Jin Gang Cannon got up early and led Murong Zhui Feng and Bai Lang Da Che to arrive at San Gang Zi.

  Found Sun Cui Zi, a string of red firecrackers was thrown over, and the owner directly led us into the house.

  "Aren't you afraid we're police?" Jin Gang Pao said, trying to make conversation.

  "I know all the cops here, besides, they won't let a foolish woman lead them." Sun Aozi had poor manners, and Jin Gang Cannon shot him an angry glance, but swallowed his temper.

  "What do you want?" Sun Wuzi asked us with a cigarette in his mouth. Judging from the tone, it seemed like there was still quite a bit more to come, and I exchanged a glance with Jinggaocannon, overjoyed.

  "Do you have Wushu?" I asked first.

  Nothing

  "I want eight steps." Jingang Cannon likes fierce firepower.

  Nothing

  "What's your problem?" Jin Gang Pao was getting impatient.

  Sun Yizhen stretched out his hand and took down a package from the cabinet next to him, opened it and found that it was a package of gun parts.

  "You're just going to leave it here?" Jin Gang Pao was stunned.

  "It's safe as long as it's under my eyelids." Sun Zu grinned with satisfaction, revealing a mouthful of big yellow teeth.

  I grabbed the gun parts from Sun Ruozi's hand and took a closer look, only to find that these parts were from a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, also known as an AK47. Made in the Soviet Union in '47, and copied by China in '56. Powerful firepower. Although it has been retired from service in the Chinese army, it is still used in many African countries.

  I picked up the barrel and took a look, and it actually still had rifling. Although it was severely worn out, it indeed belonged to a standard firearm.

  "How's that, good stuff, huh?" Sun Wuzi saw me directly holding the gun and knew I was a professional, so he grinned widely with satisfaction.

  "Where did you come from?" I asked sideways.

  "The herdsman bought it from Soviet soldiers back then," Sun Aozi said as he began to assemble it.

  "Is there anything else?" The Type 56 assault rifle was powerful but relatively clumsy and difficult to carry.

  "It's gone, just this one left, and it'll cost you eight thousand." Sun Yazi said with a sly smile.

  "It's too expensive, five thousand." Jin Gang Pao tried to haggle.

  "Little brother, you think this is a vegetable market? Eight thousand won't do. Sun Zuizi was good at doing business. 'You just gave me ten thousand, I'll give you three hundred bullets.'"

  "Three hundred rounds are not enough for us to shoot rabbits. I want two boxes." The two boxes in the mouth of the cannon refer to iron boxes that hold bullets, with one iron box holding 1,500 rounds of ammunition. Two boxes is three thousand rounds.

  "Do you need to carry so many?" I glanced at the cannon. The weight of two boxes of ammunition added up to 24 kilograms, which was enough even if we were climbing Mount Fuji, let alone Kunlun Mountain.

  In the end, he reluctantly threw out another 2,000 yuan. Sun Laozi had only given us more than 800 bullets, which was already his entire family fortune.

  "Two happy men, doing a happy deal, buy one get two free." Sun Aozi said, pulling out two wooden-handled grenades from under the bed and handing them over. "It's been a while, they should still work."

  I and Jin Gang cannon excitedly received, bowed his head to see the production date on the shell was actually 1951, also made in the Soviet Union.

  "It's been decades overdue, you're really generous!" I teased Sun Zuozi.

  After returning to the hotel, I let Jīn Gāng Pào and others stay at the hotel, while I took the Yuán Bǎo sent by Bái Jiǔ Yú to the black market. The twelve gold ingots all had the mark of the Zhou Dynasty's national treasury on them, which should also be the ones that Hei Sān Cháng stole back in those years. As soon as I took them out, they were all snapped up at a high price by a merchant who knew his goods.

  "Hurry up and save it, the bank is about to close." I threw my backpack at Jin Gang Pao.

  "After we've finished our main business, I'll go back and ask Hei San for a few more." Jin Gang counted the gold ingots, and the twelve gold yuanbao were worth over 16 million.

  "Come back early, after dinner tonight, we should go." I lay on the bed and took out my phone.

  "Are you going out on New Year's Eve?" Jin Gang Pao was puzzled.

  I pointed with my finger at Murong Zhui Feng who was standing beside the Golden Cannon and said "Look at her aura."

  "Let's go, we'll leave tonight. We can buy some things on the way." Jin Gang Pao said and pulled Mu Rong Zhui Feng away, who followed with a smile.

  Watching them walk away, I dialed home and reported safety to my family, then lay down and watched TV for a while, unknowingly falling asleep.

  After dinner, they rested for a while and near midnight, the group took the car again to Ershilipu, got off the car and climbed up the mountain beside the highway, waiting for Murong Zhui Feng to wake up again...