Seeking guns

  Three hours later, after finishing the sauna and playing a few rounds of mahjong, Old Three finally had his fill. The guests were tired from playing, so they opened a room at Jin Bi Hui Huang to rest. After Old Three arranged for them to have technician services, he walked out of Jin Bi Hui Huang alone.

  It was already one o'clock in the middle of the night, and the entrance was slightly deserted. The guests who were supposed to come had all arrived, and those who were supposed to leave had all left. The welcoming ladies at the entrance had withdrawn, leaving only two security guards.

  "Third Brother, are you leaving?" a familiar security guard smiled and greeted him.

  "No choice, I have a wife and kids at home." Lao San was in a good mood today, stood up and pulled out a Zhongnanhai cigarette to give to the security guard, chatted with him for a bit.

  He indeed has a wife and children, but at this time when he returns home, it's not to his wife and children, but to the second mistress' house that he maintains. This 20-year-old young woman is very charming, even better than the golden and luxurious techniques of the prostitute on the bed, Old Three always can't bear to part with her, no matter how late it is, he must go over for a night.

  He took a few puffs of his cigarette, gave the security guard a wave, and Old Three quickly walked out of the Golden Bright Hotel. He fished the car key out of his pocket and pressed it once, then went to the Passat and opened the door. He comfortably settled into the driver's seat, first opening the glove compartment on the passenger side without looking inside, directly inserting the key, starting the engine, and letting the car idle for a few minutes to warm up. Old Three was a meticulous person who took good care of his car, always had been that way.

  Turning on the radio, shaking his head and listening to Teacher Wan Feng's program, Old Three occasionally burst out laughing with a mature and wise cold laugh of middle-aged men. The car was almost hot, he suddenly remembered the things in the glove compartment, stretched out his right hand to open it, reached inside, empty.

  It's actually empty!

  In an instant, Lao San's mind went blank for a few seconds, and he stretched his head over again to take another look. The glove compartment was indeed empty, with nothing in it.

  He sat back in the driver's seat, quickly recalling what had happened earlier. He had accompanied a few clients for drinks today and got slightly drunk, but not to the point of losing his memory. He clearly remembered bringing his bag with him.

  That package is very important to Lao San because it contains a 54 pistol with five bullets.

  Lao San used to work in the Public Security Bureau's security team, but later got involved in a case of coercive interrogation that left someone seriously injured and almost lost his job. Luckily, he was saved by the intervention of a leader and transferred to work at the Third Production Security Company.

  Those armed escort vehicles that transport banknotes are all managed by the Municipal Bureau's Golden Shield Company. After Lao San entered, he was like a fish in water and mixed well with everyone. Due to special business relationships, the Golden Shield Company is allowed to possess firearms. Lao San has three hobbies in his life: firearms, cars, and beautiful women. To satisfy himself, he found ways to get an eliminated Type 54 pistol for himself, along with a gun license.

  This gun, although it has been scrapped and abandoned, is still quite intimidating when taken out at critical moments. Lao San has many friends and enemies, so carrying this gun with him can also serve as a means of self-defense.

  Jin Bi Hui Huang is a club with a bathing culture, and it's quite troublesome to change clothes and take a bath. He didn't dare entrust his belongings to others, so he hid them in his own car. Lao San was usually very low-key, and few people knew that he carried a gun on him. Moreover, this car had a public security license plate, so ordinary thieves wouldn't dare touch it. What's more, it was Jin Bi Hui Huang's parking lot, with strict security, and nothing had ever happened there.

  I've been thinking and thinking, my head is about to explode, but I just can't figure out where the problem is. The car door is fine, the lock hole on the glove compartment is also intact, there's no sign of it being pried open, this is really freaking weird!

  Lao San closed his eyes tightly, fell back onto the driver's seat, and was deep in thought. His back was soaked with sweat, and his heart was pounding rapidly. Every few minutes, he would open his eyes again to check the glove compartment, hoping that the black Dreamtote handbag was still safely inside.

  But the miracle didn't happen after all, the bag was lost, along with the 54 pistol and five bullets inside. As a former public security personnel, Lao San understood the importance and horror of this matter. It wasn't that he was afraid of losing the gun causing social unrest - there were plenty of guns on the black market outside anyway. The key was that losing the gun would have too great an impact on himself.

  This gun is registered, and the leader has already said that after a period of time, these old guns will be forcibly scrapped and melted down to give them new Type 92s. This gun must be handed over, and if it can't be taken out at that time, it's a big deal, and no one can cover up what happened in the past.

  Lao San's car hadn't moved for a while, and the security guard thought it was strange. He walked over and lightly tapped on the window: "Third Brother, is everything okay?"

  "Oh, never mind, you go ahead." Lao San finally came to his senses. Since he had gotten himself into this mess, he absolutely couldn't afford to make a mistake now. He must sort out his memories and carefully analyze them in order to find the Type 54 before turning it in.

  ……

  The next morning, Lao San hastily arrived at the hotel where they had dinner the night before, retrieved their surveillance video, and saw that he was indeed carrying a bag on his back in the car. His heart calmed down slightly, at least the search range narrowed down. Then he rushed to Jinbi Huang, retrieved last night's surveillance video.

  Unfortunately, due to the dim lighting in the parking lot and the limited pixels of the camera, it was impossible to see if anyone had touched his car. After reviewing the footage several times, he was about to lose patience when he suddenly discovered something - a fight had broken out at the entrance 20 minutes after he entered the club.

  Lao San's mind was very meticulous, and he immediately felt that something was off. After carefully watching the video, he became even more certain that this was a staged performance with real fighting, and the two groups of people had deliberately planned to fight at the entrance to attract the attention of the security guards.

  Unfortunately, the security guards couldn't recall what those two groups of people looked like, and the surveillance footage was also very blurry, so it was impossible to make out anything. Old Three understood that if they wanted to stir up this matter, they would definitely find a scapegoat, so he shouldn't bother himself with it anymore.

  The matter has been investigated to this point, and it can be basically understood that there is a grudge against oneself. However, Lao San's enemies are numerous, and he is naturally suspicious and paranoid. As he thinks about each person, it seems like everyone is under suspicion.

  However, the most powerful and suspicious one is still Cicada. This guy is quite capable of mixing things up, and as a number one figure on Jiangbei Road, he also has some background, so all along, he and Lao Si have been evenly matched, each with their own wins and losses.

  Lao Si is Lao San's sworn brother, but they're not much different from biological brothers. Lao Si can get by thanks to his Ge (older brother). Whenever there's a crackdown on prostitution and drugs in the area, he always gets tipped off ahead of time, minimizing losses. If Lao Si's brothers get into trouble, as long as it's not too serious, Lao San will help bail them out. Of course, over the years, Lao San hasn't gone hungry or thirsty either - it's a win-win situation.

  Recently, Lao Si's gang has been severely short-handed, Si Xi has gone in, and the Baldy was also beaten up. Scarface took advantage of this opportunity to expand his territory and even had the audacity to send a warning to me.

  "Hey, you dare to steal my gun? You're ruthless! Lao San thought angrily, but still picked up the phone: "Hello, Scarface? It's Li Youquan. I need to find you about something."

  On the other end of the phone came a rough but enthusiastic response: "It's San Ge, what's up? I'm busy right now."

  As if to prove his words, the sound of rubbing hemp rope came out, and then a burst of thunderous laughter was heard: "Haha, **, three dark marks!"

  Lao San was so angry that his nose was crooked, this thing must have been done by Pockmark! Just listening to his complacent tone can tell, what the hell**, he even dared to touch Lao Zi's gun!

  But for now, this matter must be endured in silence. Can't go to the authorities and report that one's own gun is lost, after all. The fewer people who know about this, the better. Not even Yang Feng, with whom he has a good relationship, can be told. This little scoundrel is too cunning; if he gets hold of his handle, it won't be good.

  So Li Youquan suppressed his anger and patiently said: "This afternoon, at the Good Come Tea House on the third floor, I'll invite you to have some tea and discuss something."

  "Third Brother invited me for tea, how strange! What's the matter? If you don't make it clear, I dare not go."

  Lao San lowered his voice and said: "What's up, you know in your heart, it's not convenient to say on the phone, let's meet and talk about it." After finishing, he hung up the phone.

  Just after hanging up the phone, Xiao Wang from the company's office came over and said to Lao San: "Manager Li, Director Zhang just called to remind you that there will be a collective handover tomorrow, don't forget."

  "I've been waiting for this day for a long time, is the new gun a 92 or a revolver?" Lao San's face was full of anticipation.

  "Who knows, whatever is available will be used. But I heard that our company won't provide handguns anymore, and we'll all use riot guns from now on." Little Wang replied casually as he walked away after saying hello.

  Seeing Xiao Wang leave, the smile on Lao San's face slowly froze and gradually became cold and hard. Tomorrow is the day to hand over the guns! The procedure for scrapping firearms is extremely strict, requiring verification of gun numbers, cancellation of gun licenses, and a three-party supervised process. The municipal bureau's inspection team also sent someone to monitor, and with such limited time, it's not even possible to try to pull strings to get things done.

  If the gun is not handed over, it must be reported to the municipal bureau immediately. No one can cover up a case involving guns. Once something happens, it will be thoroughly investigated and no official position can be kept. Now, whether or not we can turn things around depends on whether this little scoundrel knows his place.

  Lao San anxiously waited until noon to leave the company, arriving early at the Good Come Tea House on the third floor. He ordered a pot of good tea and slowly waited for Pockmark. Around three o'clock, Pockmark finally arrived, followed by two thugs. As he sat down in front of Lao San, he laughed and said: "Third Brother's complexion is quite good, has he been promoted or become rich?"

  Lao San felt a surge of anger rising in his heart, this remark sounded like a sarcastic comment to him, mocking himself for losing the gun and getting into big trouble, unable to get promoted or rich, this scar-faced guy was too damn sinister!

  Lao San leaned back on the chair with an air of discontent: "Scar, I won't beat around the bush with you. If there's something to say, say it. Return my stuff immediately! This matter can be big or small, but one thing is for sure - it's not something you, Scar, can handle!"

  The scar-faced man's smiling expression suddenly froze, and he said seriously: "Old Three, you have to tell me clearly what I took from you?"

  "Stop pretending to be tough! Hand it over quickly, and this matter will be settled. Otherwise, you'll die without knowing how!" Old Three got angry, slammed the table and stood up.

  Two young and vigorous horse boys behind the scarred man glared at him, wanting to rush up, but were stopped by the scarred man: "Old three, things can be eaten randomly, but words cannot be spoken randomly. I, Hu Scar, am also a figure on the road. What's going on with you blowing your beard and glaring at me like this?"

  Lao San sat down, suppressing the anger in his heart, and said: "Alright, I'll let Lao Si transfer all the venues on Fourth Street to you, as long as you quickly return the things."

  This pockmarked face was even more confused, spreading his hands and saying: "I really don't know what the hell you're talking about, what do I give you?"

  Lao San finally understood that this guy was going to harm himself to death, no matter what he said, he would never honestly hand over the gun. A killing intent surged out in his mind like a flash of lightning, but on his face, there was not a ripple.

  "Scar, go back and think it over carefully, I'll wait for your call." After finishing speaking, Old Three picked up his bag and went downstairs, leaving Scar and the two henchmen staring at each other in dismay.

  "Is this guy crazy? What the hell did I take from him?"

  ……

  Sitting in the Passat, Lao San's chest was heaving violently. He was originally a calm and collected person, but at this moment, he had been enraged to the point of losing his head. What kind of scum was that scar-faced guy? Just a street thug, yet he dared to trample on his own dignity!

  To be honest, losing the gun is not that serious, at most it's just being dismissed from public office. With one's own connections and strength, why worry about not making a name for oneself? However, the feeling of being held back by others' grasp on one's weaknesses is really too detestable. This breath of air can't be swallowed no matter what. At this time, Old Three's head was as if he had drunk two bottles of fake Chivas Regal, feeling both dizzy and excited.

  You're trying to blackmail me? Fine, I'll also try to blackmail you, let's see who can outlast the other!

  In an uncontrollable fit of rage and frenzy, Comrade Li Youquan, the business manager of Jinsui Company, made a decision that he would regret for the rest of his life.

  Lao San knew that Pockmark had a four-year-old daughter who was adorable.

  The rules of the way are that troubles don't extend to family members, but that's under normal circumstances. Now that Scar is being ruthless, don't blame Third Brother for being unrighteous.

  Passat drove directly to Jinbao Baby Bilingual Kindergarten.