In this room of less than two hundred square meters, there was a pile of various types of weapons. German-made STG44 assault rifles, American M1941 Johnson light machine guns, Gatling guns, Barrett sniper rifles, M4A1 carbines, Grenade launchers, bulletproof vests...one could say that everything was available here, almost all different models of firearms and equipment from around the world could be found in this place, stacked in every corner.
This was not so much a safe house as it was a mini arsenal, with enough equipment to arm a small-sized army of a hundred people.
Tang Yuan, who had followed behind, was stunned by the sight of these munitions, his mouth agape and not closing for a long while.
"Fat...Fatty, is all this your property?"
Hu Fei replied with proud complacency: "How about that, not bad, right? This is my collection over many years."
"Fatty, just for these weapons, you could be sentenced to death ten times over."