"The fastest way to earn money is indeed to plunder!”
Zhou Zhipeng was shocked.
Ever since he came to Hong Kong, he had spent a lot of effort to kill Mimi, fight in boxing matches, and buy Mark Six lottery tickets. All in all, he had only earned a little over a million yuan.
In the end, he got 10 million yuan in one go!
This money came too fast.
Unfortunately, he didn't have much cash. It was only about four million yuan.
He had to send someone to collect the loan sharks.
Everyone knew that the one who owed money was Sir System. It was not easy to get them to pay back the money.
However, if it was Greyhound, that straightforward guy, it shouldn't be easy.
He just needed some time.
Zhou Zhipeng thought about it and put all the money into his space.
After emptying the money, a drawer inside was opened, revealing a handful of Black Stars and a few boxes of bullets.
"This is good stuff!"
Zhou Zhipeng's eyes lit up.
The shadow of this gun had appeared in many movies and television dramas in the future. It was very powerful.
Within a distance of ten to twenty meters, it could penetrate the car door. Even a bulletproof vest could not protect it.
In the club, many of the reputable bosses had hidden such a secret weapon.
Salty Shirt was also very confident. He did not even know to bring Black Star with him.
Otherwise, he might not have died so miserably.
No matter how good his martial arts were, he was still afraid of bullets.
Perhaps Zhou Zhipeng would give him a quick death for Black Star's sake.
It was probably because he thought that tonight was a win-win situation.
Therefore, he arrogantly let Black Star sleep in the safe.
Zhou Zhipeng was lucky this time.
Although there were many clubs in Hong Kong that had firearms, it was still difficult to get one without the right skills.
Moreover, it was fine to use a watermelon knife in a fight between clubs.
If weapons were to be used on a large scale, the police would not sit idly by.
Moreover, the club had fights every day, and they were all armed with firearms.
That boss spent all his time earning money to pay for the medical fees and settling expenses. What was the point of playing?
Zhou Zhipeng did not know how to use Black Star, so he threw him into the warehouse.
After taking stock of the wet assets.
Zhou Zhipeng opened the system interface to check the rewards.
Ding! Congratulations to the Host for completing the Random Mission: Kill the Salty Shifu and take down Bolan Street. The System has rewarded the Host with the Master Level Firearm Proficiency. Will you accept it?
Master Firearm Proficiency?
Coincidentally, he had just obtained a Black Star, so he was not too good at it.
If he obtained this reward, he would be able to hit the target with every shot.
Zhou Zhipeng was excited and said to the system impatiently,""Received."
A warm feeling surged in.
A huge amount of firearms knowledge poured into his mind, and what followed was a slight dizziness.
The dizziness lasted for about a second before he realized that he had gained a lot of knowledge about firearms in his mind.
Moreover, his fingers seemed to have become more agile.
Zhou Zhipeng took out the Black Star from the system space.
Naturally, he skillfully held the gun handle and raised his hand to aim. A strong confidence surged in his heart, as if he could shoot wherever he pointed.
This feeling was completely different from when he had just obtained Black Star.
Of course, this was a factory, so he couldn't shoot casually.
With a thought, he disassembled Black Star into six parts: the barrel, the barrel, the recoil mechanism, the barrel holder, the trigger, and the magazine.
This process only took less than three seconds.
To be precise, it was 2.56 seconds.
Zhou Zhipeng was very excited. He really had Master Firearm Proficiency.
Facing a table full of parts, he could quickly restore it.
Moreover, the knowledge of firearms clearly appeared in his mind.
The caliber of the bullet was 7.62mm, with a maximum range of 1600 meters. There were a total of 46 parts…
After assembling, Zhou Zhipeng held the magazine in his left hand with the magazine plate facing up.
He put the bullet into the magazine with his right hand and pushed the bullet into the magazine with both hands.
This set of movements was like flowing water.
Just now, he would only be loading and unloading the magazine. As for aiming, it was all up to luck.
But now, as long as he wanted to, he could hit his target without missing it at all.
After turning off the safety, Zhou Zhipeng weighed Black Star in his hand and placed him into his space.
Now, the system had rewarded him with the Master Level Firearm Proficiency.
In addition to this powerful and portable Black Star, it was equivalent to having two buffs protecting him.
Moreover, he had the Bajiquan Technique to fight bare-handed.
In close combat, he had the Edge-breaking Eight Blades.
Long range combat now had Black Star and Master Firearm Mastery.
No matter how they fought, he didn't need to be afraid.
many skills don't overwhelm the body.
After taking stock of their gains, it was getting late.
Ah Run had invited Nine-striped Dragon and Brother Kang to cook in the apartment. They should be almost done.
It took two hours to get rid of the salty water, which was not considered slow.
Zhou Zhipeng got into Jimmy's broken car and drove to the upper ring.
"It's really inconvenient to drive this old and shabby car. Now that money is not tight, it's time to get myself a car.”
As Zhou Zhipeng drove, he thought about what car to buy.
When he got home, he opened the door and saw Ah Run sitting on the sofa.
Brother Kang and Nine-striped Dragon sat on either side of the dining table.
The table was filled with steaming hot food, and of course, Zhou Zhipeng's favorite tomato beef brisket noodles.
The atmosphere was heavy.
"I'm starving. Let's talk later.”
Zhou Zhipeng didn't feel any psychological burden at all. He sat down easily.
He picked up the beef brisket noodles as if there was no one else around, picked them up, and started to suck them in big mouthfuls.
In less than a minute, Zhou Zhipeng finished a big bowl of beef brisket noodles. He didn't even let go of the soup and gulped it down.
He felt the energy begin to pour in, and the fatigue and soreness in his muscles began to ease.
Zhou Zhipeng continued to eat.
The nine-striped dragon watched him eat and eat. He was already eating the third bowl of food. He was speechless.
Kun Peng was really good at fighting and eating.
However, this guy was really too ambitious.
She had tricked him, yet he was still able to eat as if nothing had happened?!
Thinking of this, the nine-striped dragon was quite angry.
An hour later, the food on the table was finally cleared.
Ah Run didn't dare to speak and tiptoed over.
She put the dishes into the kitchen and began to wash them slowly.
However, her ears perked up and she listened to the movements outside.
Zhou Zhipeng was satisfied and leaned back in his chair.
She happily lit a Marlboros and threw one each to Nine-striped Dragon and Brother Kang.
"Brother Long, your craftsmanship is still as good as ever. Have you considered opening a chain store? I'll invest in you and guarantee you'll make a fortune!”
The nine-striped dragon's patience was running out.
He was sure that Kun Peng did it on purpose.
If it was him back then, he would have already spat the food in his face the moment he entered.
Could she wait until now to let him have a cigarette after dinner and have sex with him?
Brother Kang stood at the side with a cold expression.
"Don't talk nonsense. Kun Peng, do you think you can hide just because Ah Long doesn't ask? Don't you think you have to explain?”
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