The Life of a Gangster That Started In a Gun Shop

At this moment, time seemed to have come to a standstill. Ye Qing's brain is also running, analyzing various possibilities.

ATF officials? When registering my own store, I took a small loophole. Normally, shops dealing in guns and alcoholic beverages are not allowed to coexist. But this point, didn't lawyer Horne get it at that time?

The thug called by the eldest young master named Morgan? It doesn't feel like either. The reason is simple, this car is so good. At a price of more than one million yuan in China, it is not a garbage truck of parallel imports.

Plus the two most famous properties of the Morgan family, Morgan Stanley and JP Morgan, are in New Yorkshire. Here in Los Santos, it's normal to have their part, but it's definitely not the focus of the family.

Just as Ye Qing was thinking about it, the doors of the three Saabs were opened almost simultaneously. A group of people in black suits, headsets hanging from their ears, and sunglasses came out. Looking at the bloated hem of their clothes, Ye Qing could easily see that these people were all carrying guns.

This discovery made Ye Qing subconsciously take a step back.

"Hello, Mr. Ye. It looks like you're afraid of us?"

A middle-aged man with a little bit of Mediterranean, surrounded by others, walked quickly to Ye Qing. At the same time stretch out your right hand.

"No, no. I just thought of something terrible."

I noticed a small badge on the collar of the visitor. Combined with the other party's tone, Ye Qing breathed a sigh of relief. The badge has a bald eagle logo, typically from someone from the federal government.

To be able to communicate in a friendly way, at least there is no threat to his life for the time being.

"Oh? Is it convenient for me to know what's going on?"

Holding Ye Qing's hand, the bald man looked a little enthusiastic. Pulling Ye Qing to the store, he asked with a smile.

When the two of them walked towards the store, the black super men beside him began to control every entrance and exit in Ye Qing's store very tacitly.

"FBIWarning..."

Seeing the opponent's posture, Ye Qing became more and more panicked. Hearing the bald man's question in his ear, he slowly spewed two words out of his mouth.

"Hahahaha, it's interesting. It's very interesting, Mr. Ye, you are very humorous. It seems that we will have a pleasant conversation later. Is it convenient for me to have a glass of whisky?"

Hearing Ye Qing's answer, the bald man smiled brightly. I don't know if it's because Ye Qing is complaining about their old rivals, or because he also watched some teachers' teaching videos...

"Don't worry, we're not the ATF guys who are full and have nothing to do."

Seemingly seeing Ye Qing's hesitation, the bald head said with a smile. At the same time, he found an empty table and sat down.

People are knives and I am fish, Ye Qing looked at the black suits in the room. I had to walk into the bar silently and poured two glasses of whisky. As for why I poured two glasses, I just wanted to save some face.

Anyway, in your own shop, what's the matter just watching other people drink? !

"Well, very good. Macallan's single malt whisky, Mr. Ye is very real."

The bald man raised the cup that Ye Qing handed over and took a sip. Smash it, smash it, and compliment it. Looking at Ye Qing's unwavering face, it seemed a little boring.

"Okay, let me introduce myself first. I'm the deputy director of the CIA Science and Technology Department, you can call me Smith. The purpose of our visit this time is for the blue and white porcelain rifle you made recently. It's convenient to show us. For a moment?"

Looking at the certificate handed over by the bald man across from him, Ye Qing was a little puzzled. He couldn't possibly not know the name of the CIA, but he couldn't understand it.

What does the CIA, a monster agency that can't even get involved with the Federal Congress, find itself to do? That blue and white porcelain rifle? In addition to looking good, there is no improvement in the performance of the firearm. How could this kind of bells and whistles get into the CIA's eyes.

"Hold on..."

After a quick thought, Ye Qing, who found nothing, had to return the certificate to the bald man named Smith. At the same time, he got up and walked to the studio.

After a while, Ye Qing walked back holding the Winchester M70. Looking at the nervous agents around, Ye Qing pointed the muzzle of the gun to the ceiling and pulled the bolt at the same time to put the gun in the back seat. Revealing the empty magazine inside to signal his innocence.

"Beautiful gun. Your work is beautiful. Even I am a little moved."

Taking the M70 from Ye Qing, Smith smiled and praised. It's just that Ye Qing looked at the other party's words and jumped out without thinking, and he couldn't see any emotion at all.

"Do you mind if I use it for a destructive experiment? Rest assured, if we are satisfied with the results of the experiment, you will receive a large order that satisfies you. If you are not satisfied, we will compensate you for the price of this gun."

Sure enough, the next second Smith's words began to change.

Looking at the smiling expression on Smith's face opposite~www.wuxiax.com~ How did Ye Qing say the words of rejection? He could only nod his head silently, agreeing to the request of the other party.

"Thank you, Mr. Ye, for your cooperation. Next, let's have a good taste of the delicious whisky here. They will handle the testing."

With a smile, he thanked him. Smith handed the M70 to an agent next to him, who then took three people with a box in his hand to the shooting range in Ye Qing's backyard.

As the saying goes, out of sight, out of mind, after such a long period of buffering. Ye Qing also thought about it now, as long as the other party is not looking for trouble for him, he can say anything.

It's a big deal, it's considered bankruptcy.

"Look at the file, Mr. Ye was an immigrant who joined our Silver Eagle Federation three months ago, right?"

After clinking glasses with Ye Qing, Smith tactically lay back on the back. While taking a sip of wine, he pretended to ask casually.

"Yes. Immigrant investors, do you know what happened to Mr. Smith?"

After Ye Qing took a sip of wine, she put the wine glass on the table. Even if he relaxes a bit now, he still doesn't dare to be as presumptuous as the person opposite him, and still sits up straight.

"Well...it's not a big deal. Your immigration procedures are legal and compliant. I even want to welcome a promising young man like Mr. Ye on behalf of the Silver Eagle Federation."

I don't know if it's my own delusion. Ye Qing, who often talked about promising young people, suddenly heard the word from the person opposite, and suddenly felt inexplicable ridicule.

"As an aside, I wonder if Mr. Ye is interested in joining our CIA? In recent years, our admission standards for legal immigrants have been lowered. As long as Mr. Ye passes the assessment, I think whether it is the Operations Department or our Science and Technology Department, Ye will be very welcome."

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