Chapter 278: Buying Arms

"I see…," Chen Mo mused, "Go near A Wei's place and ask around, see if A Wei has shown any signs of sudden wealth lately."

"You don't need to go yourself for such a trivial matter; just have your subordinates handle it. You've been working all night, go rest."

Shen Guodong nodded, "Got it, I'll arrange it right now."

It was a simple matter to investigate; before noon, the subordinate Shen Guodong had dispatched returned with the information.

A Wei has shown no signs of getting rich recently; his life is no different from usual.

From this, Chen Mo concluded, with ninety‑plus percent certainty, that Jiang Tiansheng was behind it.

Since A Wei wasn't recently bought, he has always been someone else's man.

Among those who don't get along with him, only Jiang Tiansheng, the old silver coin, could keep a man by Chui Shui Ji's side for two years.

After the reporting subordinate left the office, Chen Mo lit a cigarette for himself, took a drag, and exhaled a long wisp of white smoke.

Jiang Tiansheng, Jiang Tiansheng, you're asking for death yourself, so you can't blame me.

When Jingkun was Dragon Head before, Chen Mo took the opportunity to cut off most of Jiang Tiansheng's followers, including the squad of gunmen he was secretly nurturing.

I thought Jiang Tiansheng's authority had dwindled, but since he couldn't be dealt with, it was fine to let him remain a semblance of Dragon Head.

After all, if Jiang Tiansheng is eliminated, Jiang Tianyang would rise to power.

Jiang Tianyang's methods and strength far surpass Jiang Tiansheng's.

Compared with an unknown Jiang Tianyang, Chen Mo would rather have the relatively weak Jiang Tiansheng as Dragon Head.

But why does this Jiang Tiansheng fail to see reason!

He even got involved with a hit‑woman organization like Madam M.

Keeping Jiang Tiansheng any longer would only be self‑inflicted suffering.

Chen Mo tapped his fingers lightly on the desk, pondering ways to kill Jiang Tiansheng.

(To the brothers seeing this, feel free to comment; when we were posting we all shouted "love sister‑in‑law", now should we go after the big sister‑in‑law?)

Jiang Tiansheng holds the position of Great Prosperity Dragon Head, so he's hard to handle!

Now everyone knows Chen Mo and Jiang Tiansheng don't get along; even Da Fei thinks Chen Mo will deal with Jiang Tiansheng.

If there isn't a clear murderer, as soon as Jiang Tiansheng dies most people will think Chen Mo did it.

Jiang Tiansheng is, after all, Great Prosperity Dragon Head; subverting a superior is a major taboo in the underworld.

No evidence is needed; as long as people suspect, Chen Mo can't survive in the jianghu.

Therefore, killing Jiang Tiansheng isn't as simple as having someone take him out.

Hiring an assassin won't work.

There are only three ways to kill Jiang Tiansheng.

First, die plainly at the hands of another Triad Society or the police.

Second, a purely accidental mishap.

Third, a sudden acute illness.

The first involves a definite killer; the latter two are unrelated to anyone.

Otherwise it would easily implicate Chen Mo.

Suddenly a flash of insight struck Chen Mo; he had an idea.

He was about to call Shen Guodong, but remembered Shen Guodong was still napping, so he let it be.

Anyway the matter isn't urgent, let him rest first.

Compared with killing Jiang Tiansheng, eliminating Madam M is a bit more urgent.

Kaiselin finally rested in the lounge.

Chen Mo took out the world map the subordinate brought and asked Kaiselin to point out Madam M's base location.

Then Chen Mo grew worried again.

Chen Mo knew Madam M's base was on a deserted island.

But he hadn't expected that it isn't on the map—at least not on the current version of the world map.

Kaiselin could only indicate an approximate location.

Moreover, according to Kaiselin, the island hosts hundreds of mercenaries, well‑armed and heavily guarded.

Not only that, they also have heavy firepower, even helicopters.

Chen Mo suddenly felt his two hundred ex‑soldiers, armed with cold steel,

With only that meager firepower, charging in recklessly would be a recipe for disaster.

But Madam M's side still must be dealt with, otherwise she'll send people later.

Chen Mo isn't afraid; he only worries she'll act without chivalry and strike at his people.

It's just spending money on gear, not like we're broke—let's do it!

In the afternoon, Chen Mo went to Han Bin's territory.

"Brother Bin, I need some arms. I want a large quantity, give me a good price."

"Sure, sure, we brothers will give you the cheapest price. How much do you need?"

Han Bin is being very enthusiastic toward Chen Mo right now.

"Give me three hundred rifles, twenty RPG rounds, not too many grenades—let's do twenty boxes, and as many bullets as possible."

That's enough to equip two hundred men.

Also, do you have body armor? If so, give me two hundred pieces.

"How much are you asking for?" Han Bin was shocked by Chen Mo's numbers. "Are you crazy? Why do you need so much firepower, building an army?"

Chen Mo chuckled, "Don't ask why I'm doing it, just tell me the price!"

"None!" Han Bin's opening remark nearly made Chen Mo choke on his anger.

What does "none" mean?

Han Bin spread his hands: "None means none. I'm a smuggler; although sometimes I help those arms dealers transport goods, selling arms is just an occasional side job, not my main business."

If you just want a dozen or so guns, I can give them to you for free.

But look at what you're asking for!

Rifles, rocket launchers, hand grenades, and damn 20 crates—what do you think I am!

If I had that kind of power, I wouldn't be just a low‑rank lackey in Great Prosperity!

Chen Mo was stunned for a moment, then he said contemptuously: "Damn, I thought Bin Ni Hu was really badass, but turns out it's nothing special."

Han Bin wasn't angry at Chen Mo's contempt at all, and said in a very laid‑back way: "If it's nothing special, then it's nothing special. Anyway, I'm basically a multimillionaire now, so I'll stay even further away from the arms trade."

If you need that much stuff, you should just look for someone else.

Damn! What's wrong with being a multimillionaire? I'm still a hundred‑million‑rich guy—what did I say!

Chen Mo looked at Han Bin's current laid‑back attitude and felt annoyed.

Han Bin has over a hundred million in cash, and he's just lying flat.

Chen Mo has tens of billions in cash, and he really doesn't dare to lie flat.

Once he lies flat, that tens of billions of cash will become his death charm, and all sorts of people will swarm over wanting a share.

So tell me, with that much goods, who should I go buy from?

Han Bin saw Chen Mo was serious, thought for a moment, and said: "Around Gangdao, among the arms dealers I know, two can supply these goods: one is Hai Shu, the other is Zunni Wang."

I'd rather suggest you go to Hai Shu; he's a decent guy and his goods are cheaper.

Chen Mo immediately realized those two were exactly the two arms dealers from *Ruthless Divine Detective*.

However, Hai Shu has a police undercover agent following him.

If he buys arms from Hai Shu, isn't that buying right in front of the police? Better forget it.

"Can you get in touch with Zunni Wang?"

"Sure, if you go to him it's fine; his inventory is more complete, but the price will be higher than Hai Shu's."

"However, it shouldn't be much more expensive, after all Hai Shu's price sets the baseline, so arms prices around Gangdao don't differ much."

Chen Mo nodded: "Please contact Zunni Wang first; price isn't an issue, but I need the goods urgently—I can't wait long."