Chapter 542: Hand workshop, do not understand the rules
"Marikina, a suburb of Manila, has a large vacant lot. In 1996, an arsenal with a hand-crafted workshop was established. The workers were all hired from Dana'Wucheng' in the Philippines. The people there have been there for more than a century. They make a living by making weapons. They know how to make pistols, revolvers and submachine guns with the simplest tools."
The car stopped on the side of the road near Marikina, and when Kong Zhandong and Wei Sheng both opened the door and got out of the car, the former spoke.
Wei Sheng put his hands in his trouser pockets, tiptoes up and looked towards a seemingly rudimentary adobe workshop in the dense woods not far away. He saw men wearing dirty tight-fitting vests coming and going inside and outside the workshop. He is a native, because he lives in tropical areas, his skin is darkened to varying degrees.
Cruz in the convoy ahead had also gotten out of the car. He habitually stretched out his thumb and stroked the beard at the corner of his mouth, and looked at Kong Zhandong and his group in the distance, with a flash of light in his eyes.
"Cruz, do you want to do it here?" The one who walked up was a thin high school young man in his early thirties, with a relatively gentle appearance and thick lenses on the bridge of his nose, completely polarizing Cruz’s appearance, but he was Di Yawen's seventh son Marin.
Cruz snorted when he heard the words and looked at Marin squintly, "Killing him will only offend the Hongmen of Country Z, and it will not do us any good. The best... is to send them back."
After that, he smiled and looked at Kong Zhandong and his party who came up, and said with a chuckle, "Mr. Kong, I will show you the local military manufacturing base in Hongmen, Philippines." His legs strode towards the factory.
Wei Sheng has known the other party’s attitude of patriarchal over the past two days. From the beginning to the end, neither Diavin nor this Cruz saw her in their eyes, so she didn’t care about it, but was happy. He took Zhao Ye, Ning Dahai, and Fang Liang and walked beside Kong Zhandong.
Looking at the cow-dung-colored earth embryo house and the thick loess in front of him, the open-air forging furnace, and the man with a shirtless ping-pong ball, Zhao Ye was already stunned, "God, it's too far from what I imagined. ."
Indeed, when it comes to arsenal, it seems to be a very high-end and very professional vocabulary. Even if it is not as good as scientific research personnel staring at computers and fully intelligent machines to operate production, it will not be such an...unspeakable scene.
The messy and dirty soil embryo houses, as well as the thatched sheds scattered in the woods nearby, large tracts of banana leaves winding in from around the sheds, iron sheets, rough and old tools, and run-down plastic sheets all over the sheds , A rusty water pipe whose true color is no longer visible.
The worker is squatting in front of the water pipe and vigorously twisting a circular wrench the size of a steering wheel to make the water flow into the basin.
Cruz ignored the scattered haylofts, but led a group of people into the huge soil embryo house.
This earth embryo room is obviously the'main building' here, but the condition inside is not much better. The entire factory is densely covered with oily thick wooden tabletops, scattered with various screws, knives, and gun fragments. Wait.
Some workers are assembling guns, while others are disassembling guns, and then hand over the dismantled mandatory shell to others, place it in an iron basin full of dirty water, and scrub inside and outside with a toothbrush.
Wei Sheng looked around and said, "It looks like a handicraft workshop."
After that, he turned his eyes to Kong Zhandong, "Does the authorities care about such a big arsenal?"
Kong Zhandong stopped expressionlessly, picked up a single shot of the shotgun that wiped the bright shot on the tabletop, held it in his hand, and said, "Since its establishment in 1996, the authorities have signed a cooperation with them, making the Philippines Hongmen production handcrafted. Legalization of weapons."
After all, put the hail bow list on the table and move on.
The leader, Cruz, turned around and raised his eyebrows, looked at Kong Zhandong and said, "Mr. Kong's investigation is very clear!" After saying that, he looked around and said, "The authorities have declared that this is a cooperative, and the production of weapons is legalized, telling the public to use this to prevent guns. The production artisans colluded with the local mafia. Do you say that those who are engaged in corrective measures are deceiving themselves? There are more than 1 million guns registered in the Philippines, which is far more than the total number of guns held by the military and police."
Hearing this, Wei Sheng nodded and said that this was indeed quite mad, and of course it had a lot to do with the local situation. It is strange that the proliferation of illegal weapons does not pose a threat to public security.
Kong Zhandong took out a cigarette, and his subordinates immediately stepped forward to light it. He looked sideways at Cruz and said, "Will hand-made guns be too slow? Why didn't Diavn consider building an assembly line?"
"These craftsmen are all from Danawu City. Their original free production and sales have created a safety hazard. They fled around precariously. Now they concentrate on making guns in the factory without any worries, and they can receive an average of 70 euros a month. It can be considered as local conditions." It was Marin who spoke.
Wei Sheng knew this man. He had already met him when he was in the hotel. According to himself, he was Di Yawen's seventh son, Ma Lin. Wei Sheng observed that others called him seventh brother.
Marin picked up a silver-gray pistol on the table again. "It takes a week to make a 38-caliber soil gun. It can be sold for 30 euros. This 45-caliber pistol will take more than twice the time, but the price is relatively high. Relatively high."
"President Wei, this is Beretta?" Fang Liang has been dazzled since he started. Although this factory building is dilapidated, the pistol that is placed on the table like a cabbage for free inspection makes him a treasure.
At this moment, he was holding a large-caliber black-gray wide-handled pistol and staring at Wei Sheng with bright eyes.
And what he calls Beretta is the Italian arms manufacturer Beretta. Their pistols are said to be enthusiastically sought after by military police and bandits all over the world.
A trace of contempt flashed in Cruz’s eyes. The ostentation of the country Z’s Hongmen was well-known in the world, including Cruz, who faintly envied Kong Zhandong’s calm demeanor, but did not expect Kong Zhandong’s subordinates to be so ignorant of the rules. .
"If Mr. Kong's subordinates like it, just take it. I don't have anything else in this factory. I have a lot of guns. Just take it if you like it!" Cruz looked up and smiled, and continued walking forward with his hands.
These words made Kong Zhandong's face sinking, and his subordinates were all glaring at him. On the road, the most demanding thing is a face. This Wei Sheng naturally no one cares about her, so her subordinates will naturally be regarded as Kong Zhandong's people. Now this reckless behavior will undoubtedly fall on Mr. Kong's face.
Wei Sheng saw that Kong Zhandong's subordinates were straight behind him on the road, and there was no sign of looking around. The quality was amazing. Looking at the looks of everyone at the moment, he knew that this was the face of Kong Zhandong.
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