179: C179 The Greatest Secret

C179 The Greatest Secret

The northern mountain forest was lush and verdant, full of life and vitality. The vegetation was extremely verdant, and the breeze was cool and breezy. There were hundreds of old trees here with intertwined roots and intertwined vines, and few trees and wolf forests.

Creak!

A black Bugatti Wyvern was parked outside the jungle.

In a split-second, a flock of birds flew out of the jungle in fright. Countless birds circled in the forest and cried out, and the feathers of the birds that filled the sky fluttered down.

The ground was covered in a thick layer of bird droppings. Bird nests could be seen everywhere on the branches and ground. There were also many young birds crying out while countless adult birds were screaming.

The door opened and Zhang Yang and the other two got off. They didn't directly enter the jungle.

If he hadn't talked to Uncle Jiang on the phone and repeatedly promised by the baldy, Zhang Yang would have found it hard to believe that this weapon seller was actually a Woodsman.

"Elder Brother Yang, we'll be there after we pass through the forest." The baldy said with a grin.

Zhang Yang nodded, narrowed his eyes and looked around, then signaled the baldy to lead the way.

Their footsteps did not stop, and they quickly entered the forest. The forest trees here were very dense, thick and dense, with thick bird droppings and rotten leaves all over the ground. Dots of white sunlight sprinkled down, creating a depressing atmosphere.

"This is a small road, only those who are absolutely reliable will pass through. Under normal circumstances, other people would go through the western side of the continent."

As the baldy walked, he introduced the person called Han San.

It was said that Han San was the first group of old people to follow Uncle Jiang. After serving as a soldier, he became blind due to a mission and became deaf, leading to his retirement from the army.

But even so, he still fought alongside Uncle Jiang in a vast area. Not only was his close-combat skills strong, his marksmanship was also extremely precise. This person was an expert in jungle warfare. In their era, he had left his name behind.

"He's a special forces soldier?"

Zhang Yang's brows slightly raised as a hint of interest appeared. He raised his head and looked around the forest with a smile on his face.

"I don't know." The baldy shook his head and continued, "According to the legend, he was sworn brothers of Uncle Jiang and ranked third. That's why he's called Han San, and for some reason he retired and started the arms business."

He hesitated for a moment, then continued, "Actually, it can't be considered to be a firearms business, perhaps it's because he was born in the army and loves guns. It's said that there are many powerful weapons hidden, and without Uncle Jiang's relationship, no one can buy them from him."

While they were talking, they had already walked out of the forest. In front of them was an open area, and not far away, a broken three-storey building appeared in their line of sight.

There was a tall wall, a mottled iron gate, and a small building that looked desolate and dilapidated.

As he approached, the bald man knocked on the door.

"Isn't he deaf? You can hear me? "

Zhang Yang looked around and sure enough, there were cameras hidden in the dark at the corner of the wall. There were no blind spots to monitor this place, and in fact, it was not just here.

"Heh heh, that's exactly what you mean." The baldy chuckled and then said seriously, "Elder Brother Yang, although he can't hear you and is blind in one eye, he is very powerful and understands lip-talking."

Spearmanship is accurate and proficient in close-combat. Being an expert in close combat, he is proficient in lip-reading …

This was clearly an expert, and a super expert at that. Zhang Yang vaguely knew why he chose the occupation of Woodsman. If what the baldy said was true, no one could be his opponent in this environment.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from within the courtyard, getting closer and closer.

"Who is it!"

A cat's eye the size of a palm opened up in the middle of the metal door, revealing a pair of eyes that did not have the slightest fluctuation.

"Third Uncle, it's me. Baldy, it's Uncle Jiang …"

The baldy smiled and spoke politely. However, the other party did not appreciate his gesture and directly closed the peephole. Then, with a creaking sound, the metal door was opened.

He was a middle-aged man of about 45 or 46 years of age. He had a halter top, old military pants, short hair, black and white jacket, and he looked energetic. However, his other eye was indifferent, giving people a feeling that they could see through life and death.

"Uncle!" The baldy once again greeted him with a smile.

The middle-aged man nodded and closed the door. Then, he turned around and left without looking at Zhang Yang and Tia Xiong.

"You …"

Seeing this, Tia Xiong's temper flared up. It was fine to ignore him, even to insult him, but if anyone dared to disrespect Elder Brother Yang, Tia Xiong cared about his third uncle and fourth uncle, so he would first beat him to the ground.

"Xiong!"

The baldy slightly shook his head to stop Tia Xiong, but the baldy on the side smiled awkwardly with an apologetic expression, "Elder Brother Yang, he's like this. He can't hear anything, and he lives alone again.

Zhang Yang nodded to show his understanding. Most of the deaf and mute people's vocal organs were normal. Due to their hearing loss, their pronunciation was incorrect. Over time, they became mute.

The inside of the courtyard wasn't empty. There were rows of dilapidated asbestos houses arranged in a zigzag fashion. It was as if they had entered an alley in a slums district. The three-storey building was the deepest part.

The path was winding, and the road was not wide. It was obvious that, like the dense forest outside, this was a way for a one-eyed man to protect himself.

After walking for about three minutes, they entered the hall on the first floor of the building. The hall was very spacious, but there were only two windows. The other windows were intentionally sealed.

The decorations in the hall were simple, but also clean and tidy. Zhang Yang noticed that on the bed in the right corner, the cups were stacked like pieces of tofu!

This was a strict veteran!

At this moment, the middle-aged man picked up a form from the tea table and handed it to the baldy.

"This is the price list. You can choose to hook up and pay yourself. Leave behind your phone number and you can leave. When the goods arrive, I will inform you."

The middle-aged man's voice was deep and hoarse. Although it was slow, the pronunciation was very accurate.

"Hur hur." Baldy laughed dryly, took over the price list and said, "Fourth Uncle, this is my boss. He wants to get some good goods from you …"

"I know!"

The middle-aged man's words were very precise. He interrupted the bald man and said, "It is because you and Brother Jiang are related that I am willing to show you the price list!"

"But didn't we agree on a deal?" He then slanted his eyes and looked at the price list, and said, "And the items on this list …"

"Not good?"

Han San's one eye suddenly grew big. He slowly raised his arm and took the price list from the bald man's hand. Then, he turned around and walked upstairs.

"In that case, you can leave now!"

"Third Uncle, I have no other intentions." Upon seeing this, the baldy hurriedly rushed to the front to explain, "My boss has encountered some trouble and is in urgent need of some good stuff!"

Although he had never interacted with Han San before, there were too many legends about him in the underworld. Especially with his temper, if he said he wouldn't do it, then he really wouldn't do it, even if Uncle Jiang said it wouldn't be useful.

"Out of the way!" Han San looked straight at the baldy, his tone was terrifyingly calm.

"Elder Brother Yang, I really can't help but want to beat up this deaf person." Tia Xiong, who was standing at the side, had his eyes filled with anger.

Zhang Yang shook his head. With a faint voice, he said, "There's no need to haggle over nothing with a cripple. Baldy, let's go."

After saying so, Han San, who was looking straight at the baldy, suddenly stopped and slowly turned his head. His single eye was staring at Zhang Yang like a wolf and the atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

It's over!1

The baldy's face was filled with helplessness, but his expression instantly turned into one of shock.

Wasn't Han San deaf? With his back facing Zhang Yang, how could he have heard him?

Could it be …

Shocked, the baldy turned pale. He knew very well that on the road outside, this forest, including this small building, had become a path to death.

There was once a group of gangsters who came in with swords and spears. They wanted to take care of Han San and steal his weapon. However, before they could leave the forest, they were all killed!

Whether it was the battle in the jungle or the battle in the passageway, Han San was definitely a master among experts. In the nest that he built, he was the god of death and the master of masters. No one would dare to cause trouble here.

Thinking of this, the baldy had just thought of making a move, and his face suddenly changed as a black muzzle appeared on his forehead.

At such a close distance, he actually didn't see how the opponent shot his gun. Of course, the most important thing was that the baldy's thinking was a bit slower, moreover, Han San didn't look at him, but instead closely stared at Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang slightly squinted his eyes and also looked straight at Ye Zichen. Suddenly, a smile appeared on his face.

"So you're not deaf?"

Shaking his head, Zhang Yang stopped Tia Xiong who was preparing to charge forward and said, "It doesn't matter if you are deaf or not, you are still a cripple after all."

Hearing the word "cripple" once again, Han San's face began to contort and turn malevolent, "Very good, you are very good, you have guts. However, such people usually die early."

Saying that, he raised his wrist and pointed a gun at Zhang Yang and Tia Xiong.

"Young man, should I say that you are a newborn calf that is not afraid of tigers, or should I say that you are ignorant and fearless? Don't think that you will have Uncle Jiang as your backer. Even if he personally comes, I will not give him any face! "

"Old man, if you have the guts, shoot!"

Tia Xiong stood in front of Zhang Yang with a flash. His body bent slightly like an iron tower, and his muscles tensed up in an instant. His legs crossed each other back and forth.

Seeing this, Han San's gaze turned serious, then he laughed coldly.

"I can tell that you can really shoot, but can you be faster than a bullet, or can your head be harder than a bullet?"

Saying that, he used one eye to stare at Zhang Yang's upper body, "Since you guys know my secret, then stay here today!"

"Trash!"

At the same time Zhang Yang's voice came out, he walked out from behind Tia Xiong and stared at Han San, "Your biggest secret is not deaf, but a cripple with his four limbs cut off!"

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