Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o

Chapter 2271 - 650: Playing Chess with Ampei, Durian’s Revenge

Smith squinted at the man, saying nothing. This man was known as the most cunning man in Broken Soul Gate, with twists and turns in every sentence. Smith didn’t think he could gain any advantage from talking to him.

"The goods?"

"Mr. Smith is straightforward; the goods have been brought."

As the man spoke, the people behind him pulled out five suitcases. The suitcases opened simultaneously, and An Yiqing, hidden in the shadows, saw what was inside and her eyes sparkled.

Gold bars, five boxes of shining gold bars! Just imagine how much arms these could buy?

An Yiqing sighed inwardly, thinking that Smith was indeed a famous arms dealer internationally; to be able to obtain so many arms in one go, there are probably very few people in the world who could do that, right?

"Very good." Smith checked the goods, expressing satisfaction with the gold bars.

"Mr. Smith, what about our goods?" Broken Soul Gate’s man asked with a smile.

Smith turned to look at one of his men, and after confirming the answer, looked at the man and said, "Follow me."

The group left the warehouse in a grand procession and drove away into the distance. Naturally, An Yiqing wouldn’t miss this opportunity and chased after them with the Thirteen Blood Generals.

However, they didn’t drive; instead, they stood on Fatty Mao Er’s back and flew directly to Smith and Ax’s destination.

"Miss, this is Smith’s headquarters." Zhang Yufeng whispered.

An Yiqing raised an eyebrow, gazing at what appeared to be ordinary warehouses. Smith’s headquarters should be where they make and develop arms. She certainly wasn’t foolish enough to think that the arms were developed within these warehouses. Most likely, this factory was just a facade. The real arms headquarters was beneath this place.

Activating the Clairvoyant Eye, An Yiqing looked into the distance. Smith and the Broken Soul Gate people drove up to the final warehouse and stopped. Several people got out of the car and walked in. Inside the warehouse, wooden crates were placed everywhere. Glancing into the crates, two-thirds of the space was occupied by factory-produced wooden sculptures and shock-proof cotton, while at the bottom of these things, rows of black weapons were neatly arranged.

An Yiqing’s eyes lit up. It seemed the arms quantity in the warehouse was not small.

"In a moment, you all rush out..." She turned around and began to plan.

Meanwhile, inside the warehouse, the Broken Soul Gate people were opening crates to inspect the goods. Seeing the brand-new black weapons brought smiles to everyone’s faces.

"Very good, Mr. Smith is indeed true to his word." The Broken Soul Gate man smiled, "These gold bars are now Mr. Smith’s."

Smith’s lips curled slightly, exuding a bloodthirsty aura, "I hope we have more opportunities for cooperation in the future."

Just as he finished speaking, the warehouse windows suddenly shattered into pieces with a series of crashes. Before anyone could react, several black objects swiftly flew in from outside, accompanied by dense smoke as they fell to the ground.

"Damn it! Smoke bombs!" Smith shouted, "Cover your nose and mouth quickly!"

However, it was already too late. As soon as the smoke bombs hit the ground, they began to explode one after another, releasing a strong and pungent white smoke. Smith and the others were immediately choked to the point of dizziness, making it hard to breathe. They cursed and shouted "enemy attack" as they blindly pulled out their firearms and shot wildly.

"Damn it! What kind of smoke bombs are these~!" Smith cursed loudly, his eyes burning with continual tears.

Little did they know, these were high-intensity smoke bombs personally developed by An Zhiyun, with both smoke duration and concentration being far superior to ordinary smoke bombs.

"Action!"

With a clear shout, the Thirteen Blood Generals turned into flashes of lightning, rushing into the warehouse and entangling with Smith and the Broken Soul Gate people. Meanwhile, An Yiqing quickly gathered the wooden crates into the Ancient Space amidst the dense barrage of bullets, her speed astonishing.

A few minutes later, the white smoke gradually dissipated, revealing the tear-streaked faces of Smith and the others. When they opened their eyes and saw that over half of the warehouse was empty, they felt their blood vessels throbbing violently, with a tendency for a cerebral hemorrhage at any moment.

"My God, what happened?! Where did the crates go!" The Broken Soul Gate’s fox-eyed man widened his eyes and suddenly turned to Smith, "Mr. Smith, shouldn’t you give me a reasonable explanation!"

"What do you mean by that? Are you suspecting that I did it?!" Smith fired his gun while angrily glaring at the fox-eyed man, "I’m also one of the victims!"