Chapter 351 Kidnapping (Part 1)

There was indeed food, but it was just a few packs of instant noodles, and I don't know which person who usually works the night shift at the dock put them here. Guo Tailai couldn't control that much, these people didn't do anything, Guo Tailai turned a pot out by himself, boiled a pot of water, and threw three packs of noodles into it. Unfortunately, there are no eggs and ham.

"What's the matter?" Guo Tailai slowed down a little when he was holding a large bowl of noodles and eating half of it. He quickly swallowed a mouthful of noodles, and then asked the foreigner who had been watching him eating noodles. . As he asked, he didn't forget to pick up another chopstick, ready to stuff it into his mouth.

To be honest, it feels really uncomfortable to be stared at by a dozen big men while eating noodles alone. But the fat man was extremely hungry, and he didn't care about these gazes.

"Should we call you Mr. Guo or Mr. T." The foreigner smiled, not caring about Guo Tailai's faux pas while eating, and asked back with a smile.

"If you plan to make friends with me, then call me Mr. Guo." Guo Tailai replied without looking up: "If you plan to ask me to work, then call me Mr. T."

"Okay! Mr. T." The foreigner finally revealed where he was targeting Guo Tailai: "I have seen Mr. T's firearms made by you in the United States, and they are amazing."

"So-so." Guo Tailai pretended to be modest and continued to eat his noodles.

"I'm sorry to invite Mr. Guo here in this way." The other party changed the name to Mr. Guo again and apologized again.

"What do you want?" Guo Tailai raised his head unceremoniously, took a sip of noodles and asked, "Money? I'm a poor man!"

"Poor people?" The foreigner smiled: "Mr. Guo is really too modest! If a net worth of 100 million US dollars is considered poor, then there are not many rich people in this world."

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of those little gangsters suddenly lit up. Looking at Guo Tailai as if looking at a piece of gold, well, 100 million US dollars can buy several tons of gold, and Guo Tailai's whole body is made of gold, so I'm afraid it's not worth 100 million US dollars.

"Really!" Guo Tailai retorted with a calm face: "Do you know where I have been recently? McLaren's headquarters. I just saw what an F1 team is, and what it means to be rich and powerful. 100 million US dollars , Throw it in and you can’t even hear a sound.”

"Well, I have no doubts about that." The foreigner was startled, and then smiled wryly. If you are richer than the F1 team, then you really chose the wrong target.

"So, what do you want?" Guo Tailai asked again.

"Our boss wants to order a batch of firearms." The foreigner didn't hide anything, and stated his purpose directly.

"Then place an order through regular channels! Isn't it difficult?" Guo Tailai picked up the pot and started to drink the soup. The taste of instant noodles was all in the soup, so it shouldn't be wasted.

"The problem is, your southern company won't consider doing business with our boss." The foreigner said slowly.

Among the hooligans, two of them heard the name of the Southern Company, couldn't help looking up at Guo Tailai in surprise, and then turned to other directions pretending to be nonchalant.

"Impossible!" Guo Tailai shook his head: "Who will push out the money delivered to the door?"

"Our boss's identity is a bit special." The foreigner smiled: "It is not on the list that can legally contact the Southern Company."

Those who cannot legally contact the Southern Company can only be certain terrorists, rebels and guerrillas, or drug lords or something. In short, it is not a good way. But how do these guys know their true identities? Can you know exactly which flight you are on, wait for yourself exactly and pull yourself here?

Everything showed that these few people who appeared temporarily were just small fish, and it was impossible for them to be big figures behind the scenes. Wanting to mobilize so many resources is not something ordinary forces can do.

"Okay, what gun do you want to order?" Guo Tailai finally finished eating all the instant noodles, put down the bowl, and asked, patting his belly in satisfaction.

"Three thousand pistols of various types, three thousand rifles of various types, and one thousand sniper rifles of various types." The foreigner said a few figures with a smile, and then waited for Guo Tailai's reaction with a smile.

There are a total of 7,000 firearms, no matter how fast Guo Tailai is, in the eyes of outsiders, such exquisite firearms cannot be completed in one day. Even if it is a day, it is seven thousand days, nearly twenty years. If it didn't take two to three days on average, it can be said that Guo Tailai would not have to think about doing anything else for the rest of his life.

"It's easy to say." Guo Tailai didn't have any panic on his face, and smiled at the foreigner: "The pistol is 50,000 U.S. dollars each, the rifle is 100,000 U.S. dollars each, and the sniper rifle is 500,000 U.S. dollars each, a total of 950 million U.S. dollars. When will the money be paid?"

"Did Mr. Guo forget that we are kidnapping?" The foreigner didn't see the expression he wanted to see, and became a little annoyed, so he directly reminded Guo Tailai.

"Does that mean you plan to renege on your debt?" Guo Tailai also asked with a tit-for-tat smile.

The foreigner smiled and did not refute.

"Do you know why your boss can't legally contact the Southern Group?" Guo Tailai sneered: "It's because you don't do business with integrity."

"What the hell are you talking about?" A yellow-haired gangster jumped out, as if to show off, and stepped forward to give Guo Tai a slap in the face.

His hands were already raised, but Guo Tailai just kicked his feet forward when he was sitting, and kicked the bastard five meters away with one kick. It hit the wall with a bang, and there was a shelf above it, and a bunch of things fell from the shelf.

Wow, a group of people drew their weapons and aimed at Guo Tailai. The gangster who was kicked out supported himself and got up, only feeling a fever in his nose, and when he touched it, the blood on his hand was just smashed by something falling from the shelf.

"Fuck!" The little bastard immediately became impatient when he saw the blood. Guo Tailai would definitely not move around if he was pointed at by a gun. He immediately got up and looked around, found a mop, kicked it with one foot, and rushed forward with the mop pole in his hand. Following Guo Tailai, he walked over.

"The heads of this kid's whole family are placed in front of me. I made a thousand pistols for free." Guo Tailai only glanced at him, sneered, knocked on the table, and said to the foreigner opposite.

The foreigner glanced at the gangster who was about to rush up, and the gangster was shocked by just one glance. The boss looks like he wants to agree? I was venting my anger for the boss! Boss, you can't agree!

"Teach you to be good." Guo Tailai looked at the yellow-haired bastard standing there in a dilemma, and said with a sneer: "Now your boss's boss has something to ask of me, when it's time to listen honestly, don't come out on your own It's a big head. It makes me unhappy, and I can't eat it! And you, I hate it when someone points a gun at me!"