Some people smuggled guns on a large scale, which undoubtedly means that there must be people buying guns in this world, and there are many buyers.

Of course, for the sake of his own safety, Shang Yu would not foolishly come over.

He opened the space-time tunnel on a beach at the edge of the dock, quietly passed by, disguising himself as an ordinary person who fled here.

Afterwards, he found a pawnshop to mortgage his coat and exchanged some change to a noodle shop.

Eating the ancient but particularly delicious beef noodles, he casually chatted with the boss: "Who is the most glorious person here?"

"Little brother, you must have just come to Shanghai, right?" The owner of the noodle restaurant smiled and said, "You have asked the right people. In terms of knowing this beach, there are really few people who know more than me. I understand you young people from the inland and want to make a name for themselves. Brother, I suggest you go to join Mr. Feng Jingyao and Feng. Even if you can't make a living, you will be successful if you are appreciated by Mr. Feng!"

This name made Shang Yu feel a little familiar.

So he asked, "Is the Mr. Feng you mentioned a gang boss? There are many knives who have knives."

"No, Mr. Feng is a businessman, a very successful businessman!" The owner of the noodle restaurant smiled and said, "But you are right. Mr. Feng does have many younger brothers under his command. They are all real men who dare to fight and fight. No one dares to mess with each other in Shanghai. So, if you want to make a name for yourself, you'd better go and surrender to Mr. Feng."

Shang Yu smiled and continued to eat noodles.

Then, he asked Xu Wenqiang and Ding Li again. The noodle restaurant owner looked confused and didn't know who he was.

However, when he found out that Feng Jingyao's daughter was named Feng Chengcheng, he was sure that this was the world of "Shanghai Bund".

Time is before Ding Li and Xu Wenqiang have made their fortunes.

"It was still the development of entertainment thousands of years ago. The classic TV, movies, novels basically came from the 20th and 21st centuries, which are much more interesting than the 'computer-generated works' published in recent hundreds of years!" Shang Yu nodded and thought to himself: "But why did the world woven by these fantasies become the real world?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shake his head.

Since existence is a truth, one is just a mortal, not a god. What should one do with such a profound question?

After a beautiful meal, he left the noodle shop, pulled his suitcase full of pistols, and walked towards a gang base he found.

It was a small gang, and he could only barely survive in this Shanghai. He had his own industry, but he did not dare to attract people casually - this was the customer suitable for Shang Yu's transactions, because that kind of weak gang would not easily have the idea of ​​being slutty and doing business with him is very safe.

Furthermore, even if you encounter a black man and a pistol that is free to aim at your own pistol, it is enough to protect yourself.

But, does he really understand Shanghai Beach?

"Are you selling a pistol? Take it out and show it to me." The gang boss looked at Shang Yu condescendingly.

Shang Yu didn't care about this and handed his pistol over and delivered it to the man.

Although the self-sighting pistol is a product of the 30th century, its style and usage are no different from ordinary pistols a thousand years ago, but their functions are more advanced, which is a habit left over from ancestors. Therefore, after obtaining the pistol, the boss of the gang immediately "bang bang bang" three shots and shot down three sparrows flying in the sky.

"It's very useful," said the man.

Shang Yu smiled and said, "Ten dollars a handful of money, no two price!"

The next moment, the man pointed a gun at Shang Yu and said, "This is your first time in Shanghai, right? I'll give you a piece of advice. Children should not play with these dangerous things, as they will cause death!"

"What does it mean?" Shang Yu frowned.

Immediately, a gangster shouted: "Boss means, leave the gun and you can get out!"

"So, aren't you going to give money?" Shang Yu said coldly.

"Would you like me?" The gang boss pointed directly at Shang Yu's head and pulled the trigger.

This is the gang members in Shanghai, a group of pure desperadoes, with muscles in their minds, and they don’t weigh the pros and cons at all. They only know that he is here alone now, so they robbed them and killed them to silence them. As for whether they will get into trouble in the future, or why, they don’t have the IQ consideration.

In fact, if they have foresight, they are not gangsters, but shopping mall bosses like Feng Jingyao!

"You taught me a very vivid lesson!" Shang Yu said with a gloomy face.

Fortunately, I was careful enough. Before coming to sell, I tampered with all the pistols and engraved the absolute command of "can't shoot Shang Yu".

Otherwise, he had been shot in the head and became a dead body.

"The grass, it actually turned off the fire. The quality of this gun is not good!" said the gang elder brother.

Immediately, the tactful little brothers waved their swords and slashed at Shang Yu.

"It's not that there is a quality problem, but that you don't understand what high technology is!" Shang Yu said, taking out the casual self-sighting pistol issued by the Federal University from his pocket, and fired more than a dozen shots in succession.

Then, he dragged his suitcase and walked out slowly.

From then on, there was one missing gang in Shanghai.

But this is the first one, not the last one. In order to complete the daily tasks, Shang Yu went to another gang.

As a result, the gang was even more amazing. After seeing the box of pistols, he didn't even try it, so he directly called his younger brother to cut Shang Yu. Shang Yu, who was quick-eyed and quick, hurriedly pulled out his gun, contributing to the social harmony of Shanghai. Then the third and fourth ones destroyed seven gangs in one breath, but did not sell the pistol.

He has only one person, and in the eyes of those gangs, he is a fat sheep!

"This is a fucking place, it's a group of gangsters with little brains. You can't think about it. Will people who take out a hundred pistols in one breath be easy to mess with?" Shang Yu was both angry and funny.

He never dreamed that he would have sold a pistol and inexplicably achieved the achievement of "Hundred Man Claw".

I have a bad mind and there are too many people who are seeking death!

"It seems that it's not possible to find those small gangs. Only the real big figures will not act rashly!" Thinking of this, a name immediately appeared in Shang Yu's mind - Feng Jingyao.

As the number one player in the underground world in Shanghai, Mr. Feng shouldn't be so impulsive, right?

However, if Feng Jingyao also wants to be a bad guy, it will be dangerous.

He is not the little gangsters who are hiding at the bottom. He is a real big shot. Every close brother has a gun. Even if Shang Yu can fire dozens of guns in an instant, he will be in danger of life if he hits the gun. Moreover, the possibility of being killed is still very high. After all, no matter how a person's "gun technique" is, he will bleed if he is shot, and he will have to finish the game if he is hit.

"You can't take risks, and Feng Jingyao is still a traitor, so I can't sell my gun to him!" Shang Yu finally ruled out Feng Jingyao.

He is here to do business, not to work hard, there is no need to take risks.

Moreover, Feng Jingyao is really not a good choice. He doesn't want to end up dominating the Japanese in Shanghai because of selling guns.

"I've sold pears, I've sold pears, fresh and delicious big sweet pears!" Suddenly, a hawking sound came into Shang Yu's ears.
Chapter completed!