Inside the arms factory in Ocean Country.
When Jiang Chuan saw the 1 million Eagle Dollars that had appeared in his account, with the sender being the Smaha organization, he was absolutely thrilled.
Perfect!
He had successfully talked the Smaha organization into sending him the deposit, and with that deposit in hand, production could finally begin.
[Congratulations, Host, for completing the option. Rewards are being distributed. Please wait a moment.]
[Obtained Basic Firearm Manufacturing Blueprints, or Mastery of Martial Arts.]
[Obtained Military Industry Value: 1000 points.]
As the system’s notification rang out, Jiang Chuan felt as if two surges of immense knowledge were flooding into his mind.
The first piece of knowledge was the Basic Firearm Manufacturing Blueprints—this didn’t just refer to any single automatic rifle, semi-automatic rifle, or submachine gun.
Rather, it covered a range of basic firearms, from automatic rifles to rifles, and even semi-automatic submachine guns.
Of course, things like Barrett sniper rifles weren’t included.
Immediately after, Jiang Chuan saw in his mind the entire process for each basic firearm—from molding, to completing individual parts, to final assembly.
Then, those images and the corresponding blueprints sank deep into his mind.
It could be said that with these basic firearm manufacturing blueprints, his first order was already half done!
After digesting this knowledge, the Mastery of Martial Arts followed.
Jiang Chuan closed his eyes, watching the martial arts movements—each stance, each opening and closing—unfold in his mind, and he began to practice them himself.
Whoosh!
Hah!
His starting punches carried force, his footwork was nimble, and every movement of his body exhibited both flexibility and power. Each motion was packed with explosive strength.
Bang!
At that moment, Jiang Chuan’s fist struck something unknown, producing a loud crash.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the iron cabinet in front of him.
There, his fist had punched straight through the iron cabinet, leaving a large hole.
“Wow… this Mastery of Martial Arts… is really something else,” Jiang Chuan murmured to himself.
Ding-dong.
Just then, the screen of his phone, which was lying on the desk, lit up with a text message notification.
Jiang Chuan was taken aback.
Ever since he had arrived here, his phone had lost all signal—not just texts, but even calls couldn’t go out. The only reason he’d been able to contact the head of the Smaha organization was through a satellite phone.
But he didn’t overthink it. He walked over, picked up his phone, and looked at the message. Naturally, it was from the conman Zhang Songyang.
[Big bro, how about this: I’ll introduce you to a big client—and I mean a really big one. This client happened to see the Desert Eagle you gave me, and he thought the quality was excellent, so he wants to buy it.
He feels that the gun reflects your character perfectly—completely trustworthy. And he happens to need a lot of guns. Um, how about I give you his number so you two can chat?]
Seeing this message, Jiang Chuan didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he fell deep into thought.
Zhang Songyang introducing him to a client—honestly, he wasn’t sure he could trust it.
After all, the guy was a former conman. What if he was trying to pull some trick and scam him again?
On the other hand, Jiang Chuan had sent him a Desert Eagle, which had probably scared him quite a bit. The chances of him trying to pull another con were probably not that high.
If he really could bring in a big client, that would be great—especially since Jiang Chuan currently had too few orders.
Although Smaha had ordered 5,000 guns and 100,000 rounds of ammunition, for his arms factory, that workload wouldn’t even fill a month.
Based on his understanding of the factory’s efficiency, it could produce at least 10,000 firearms and over 200,000 rounds of ammunition per month—of course, that was under full capacity.
So naturally, the more orders, the better.
After thinking it over, he decided to test Zhang Songyang first, just in case he was trying to pull something.
He mulled for a moment, then quickly typed out a reply.
But just as he hit send, he noticed his phone had once again lost its faint signal.
Jiang Chuan: …
Damn it! Can the signal just stay stable for once?
…
Inside the Qingcheng Police Station.
Interrogation Room.
Zhang Songyang had set his phone aside, his hands on his head, his face showing signs of panic.
Even now, he was still terrified of Jiang Chuan.
What’s more, Jiang Chuan had actually escaped—right under the police’s tight encirclement!
Just that alone was enough to prove that Jiang Chuan was no ordinary person. The power he held was something even the police might not be able to match.
He knew that the only reason he was still alive wasn’t because Jiang Chuan had shown him mercy, but because he was inside the police station.
He was convinced that the moment he stepped out those doors, he would die…
“Still no reply?” Wang Hai picked up the phone, glanced at the message screen, and frowned. “He’s read it, but hasn’t responded?”
Gu Yuan rubbed the stubble on his chin. “Could it be that Jiang Chuan sensed something—realized we might be running a sting operation?”
“That’s possible, but based on my analysis, he shouldn’t know that Zhang Songyang turned himself in,” Wang Hai said, utterly baffled.
Another long while passed, and still no reply came.
Wang Hai sighed. “Looks like the kid really caught on. He knows we’re fishing…”
Before he could finish, the door to the interrogation room swung open, and Zhou Ran walked in with eager anticipation, asking, “How’s it going? Did Jiang Chuan reply?”
At that, Wang Hai and Gu Yuan exchanged glances and both shook their heads.
“No reply.”
“But he’s seen the message. He might… have picked up on something.”
Zhou Ran frowned, then let out a helpless sigh. “So that means this route might be a dead end too?”
“Yes, Chief Zhou. Jiang Chuan is still very cautious, and honestly, he might have just been toying with us all along,” Wang Hai said, clenching his fists.
Gu Yuan let out a dry laugh. “Makes sense. The fact that he got away from us even under tight encirclement shows he’s got strong counter-surveillance skills. And having Zhang Songyang send him that text was probably a bit hasty on our part.”
Ding-dong.
Just as he finished speaking, Zhang Songyang’s phone suddenly emitted a text notification.
All four of them turned to look at the phone on the table. Zhang Songyang was the first to see the screen, and he jolted in shock. “O-Officer! It’s Jiang Chuan! He sent a text! Look, I—I’m not looking…”
With that, he turned his head away.
Wang Hai moved quickly, snatched up the phone, and opened the message.
The three of them stared intently at the screen, and the content of the text came into view:
[Heh, a big client? How much can he take? Let me tell you—my minimum order starts at 10,000 guns and 200,000 rounds of ammo. If he can’t meet that number, tell him to get lost.
And don’t think that just by introducing me to a big client, I’ll let you off the hook. You and I still have unfinished business. One step at a time.]
