Chapter 542 Hand Workshop, I Don't Know the Rules

"Marikina, on the outskirts of Manila, has a large open space. In 1996, an arsenal with pure hand workshops was established. The workers were all hired from the 'Vu City' in Dana, the Philippines. They make a living by making weapons, and they know how to make pistols, revolvers and submachine guns out of the most rudimentary tools."

The car was parked on the side of the road in Marikina in the suburbs. When Kong Zhandong and Wei Sheng got off the car with both doors open, the former said.

Wei Sheng put his hands in his trouser pockets, stood on tiptoe and looked at a simple-looking adobe factory among the dense woods not far away. He saw men in dirty tight vests coming and going from time to time inside and outside the factory. It is a native, because living in the tropics, the skin is darkened to varying degrees.

Cruz in the convoy in front had also stepped out of the car. He habitually stretched out his thumb and stroked the beard at the corner of his mouth, looking at Kong Zhandong and his group in the distance, his eyes flashing.

"Cruz, do you want to do it here?" A thin high school youth in his early thirties stepped forward. He had a relatively gentle appearance and thick lenses on the bridge of his nose, completely different from Cruz's appearance. Diavin's seventh son, Marin.

Hearing this, Cruz sneered and looked at Marin sideways, "Killing him will only offend the Hongmen of the Z country, and will not benefit us at all. It's better... to send them back."

After saying that, he raised a smile and looked at Kong Zhandong and his party who came forward, and said with a light smile, "Mr. Kong, let me show you the local military manufacturing base of Hongmen in the Philippines." His legs strode toward the factory.

Wei Sheng has known the other party's 'patriarchal' attitude for the past two days. From the beginning to the end, neither Di Yawen nor this Cruz regarded her in the eyes, so she didn't care, instead she was happy. He led Zhao Ye, Ning Dahai, and Fang Liang to walk beside Kong Zhandong.

Looking at the cow-dung-colored soil embryo room, the thick loess, the open-air forging furnace, and the man with the topless ping pong iron in front of him, Zhao Ye was already stunned, "Oh my God, it's far from what I imagined. ."

Indeed, when it comes to the arsenal, it seems to be a very high-end and professional vocabulary. Even if it is not as good as the scientific researcher staring at the computer and the fully intelligent machine to operate the production, it will not be this...indescribable scene.

Messy and dirty soil embryo houses, as well as scattered thatched shacks built in the woods nearby, large swathes of banana leaves meandering in from around the shack, iron sheets, rough and old tools, dilapidated plastic sheets everywhere in the shack , A water pipe that has lost its true color and is covered with rust.

Workers are squatting in front of the water pipe and twisting a round wrench the size of a steering wheel vigorously, so that clean water flows into the basin.

Cruz ignored the scattered straw huts, and led a group of people into the huge earthen shed.

This earthen embryo house is obviously the 'main building' here, but the situation inside is not much better. The whole factory is densely covered with oil-stained and thick wooden tabletops, scattered with all kinds of screws, knives, gun fragments. Wait.

Some workers are assembling guns, while others are disassembling guns, and then handing over the dismantled mandatory casings to others, placing them in iron basins full of dirty water, and brushing them inside and out with toothbrushes.

Wei Sheng looked around and said, "It seems to be a handicraft workshop."

After speaking, he turned to look at Kong Zhandong, "Does the authorities care about such a large arsenal?"

Kong Zhandong stopped his steps expressionlessly, picked up a single shotgun that was wiping brightly on the table, held it in his hand and gestured, "Since the establishment in 1996, the authorities have signed a cooperation agreement with them to make Hongmen in the Philippines produce handmade products. Legalization of weapons."

After all, put the slingshot on the table and move on.

The leader, Cruz turned around and raised his eyebrows, looked at Kong Zhandong and said, "Mr. Kong's investigation is very clear!" After that, he looked around and said, "The authorities have declared this to be a cooperative, legalized weapons production, and told the public to use this to prevent guns. Production craftsmen colluded with the local mafia, are you deceiving yourself by saying that these people are doing justice? Now there are more than 1 million privately registered guns in the Philippines, far exceeding the number of guns held by the military and the police combined.”

Hearing this, Wei Sheng nodded, thinking that this is indeed quite arrogant, and of course it has a lot to do with the local pattern. It is no wonder that the proliferation of illegal weapons does not pose a threat to law and order.

Kong Zhandong took out a cigarette, and his subordinate immediately stepped forward to light it. He looked sideways at Cruz and said, "Will it take too long to make a gun by hand? Why didn't Di Yawen consider making an assembly line?"

"These craftsmen are all from Danawu City. They were originally free to produce and sell, which has become a safety hazard, and they are running around precariously. Now they are concentrating on making guns in the factory without any worries, and they can receive an average monthly salary of 70 euros. We also It can be considered according to local conditions." It was Marin who spoke.

Wei Sheng knew this man, and he had just met him in the hotel. According to him, he introduced himself as Di Yawen's seventh son, Malin. Wei Sheng observed that everyone else called him the seventh brother.

Marin picked up a silver-gray pistol on the table again, "It takes a week to make a 38-caliber soil gun, and it can be sold for 30 euros. This 45-caliber pistol will take more than twice the time, but the price is also relatively relatively high."

"Mr. Wei, is this Beretta?" Fang Liang had been dazzled since he entered the door. Although the factory building was dilapidated, the pistols that were placed on the table like cabbage for casual inspection made him a treasure.

At this moment, he was holding a large-caliber black-gray wide-handled pistol and looked at Wei Sheng with glowing eyes.

The Beretta in his mouth is the Italian arms manufacturer Beretta. Their pistols are said to be enthusiastically sought after by the military, police and bandits all over the world.

A trace of disdain flashed in Cruz's eyes. The Hongmen of Z country is quite famous in the world, including Cruz, who faintly envied Kong Zhandong's calm demeanor, but he did not expect Kong Zhandong's subordinates to be so ignorant of rules .

"If Mr. Kong's subordinates like it, just take it directly. I don't have anything else in this factory. There are a lot of guns. Take it as you like!" Cruz raised his head and smiled, and continued to walk forward with his hands behind.

These words made Kong Zhandong's face darken, and his subordinates also glared at each other. In the Tao, the most important thing is a face, this Wei Sheng is naturally no one cares about her, so her subordinates will naturally be regarded as Kong Zhandong's people, and now this rash move will undoubtedly bring Mr. Kong's face.

Wei Sheng saw that Kong Zhandong's subordinates were straight and followed closely behind him on the road, and there was no sign of looking left or right. His quality was excellent, and looking at the expressions of everyone at the moment, he knew that this was a loss of Kong Zhandong's face.