Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don't Mess Around!

Under the cushions of each of the three modified motorcycles were two micro-guns and two pistols… They were extra guns that Quentin had issued to several of them.

Ye Jian, whose gaze was dark, picked up the micro-gun that Quentin had given them. The Uzi 9mm caliber micro-gun was only 460mm in total when it was opened. When it was folded to the right, it was only 250mm.

The initial second was 350 meters, and the rate of fire was 1,250 rounds per minute, which was equivalent to 21 rounds per second… The mini-gun was best suited when sitting on a motorcycle and firing directly. It was light and fast, and fully automatic fire could be completed in an instant.

It was a notch higher than the German miniature that J5 had previously ordered.

Ye Jian put the Uzi back on the cushion and turned to J5. "I'll go say thank you to Quentin."

"You should. He made an exception for us again." J5 nodded slightly. If Ye Jian hadn't taken the initiative to bring it up, he would have had the same intention anyway. "Quentin is a loner, but many people are willing to work with him. He has a good character and is very obedient to some unspoken rules. Don't feel burdened."

He was telling Ye Jian that Quentin was a trustworthy arms dealer.

Qin Xiu, who couldn't interfere with the gun and ammunition inspection, said in a low voice, "I'll accompany you."

"Okay." Ye Jian handed the two magazines to J5 and walked quickly to the second floor with Qin Xiu.

Quentin felt that she had a pair of eyes similar to his daughter's, and that was why he provided them with extra weapons. It was only right for Ye Jian to thank him.

Quentin was a little surprised by Ye Jian's arrival, but it was obvious he was very happy about Ye Jian's arrival. He got up from his chair with his walking cane and walked to Ye Jian.

The famous arms dealer only looked into Ye Jian's eyes. After a long while, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Can I… touch… your eyes?"

He looked at her hopefully and asked carefully, afraid that Ye Jian would reject him.

An arms dealer like Quentin, who was slightly famous, could be very domineering when it came to what he wanted. However, when it came to Ye Jian and when he looked at her eyes that were similar to his daughter's, this arms dealer known as the 'Bandit' was just a father who was longing for his deceased daughter.

He put down his identity and forgot who he was. At this moment, he was just an ordinary father.

Ye Jian didn't refuse. When tears flickered in her hawk-like eyes, she knew that she couldn't bear to refuse.

Because she understood Quentin's feelings too well.

He had lost his daughter, and she had lost her parents…

When she was young, she saw Sun Dongqing who resembled her mother. Even though Sun Dongqing hated her so much and hit her and scolded her, she still approached her again and again.

Ye Jian didn't know what kind of person Quentin was, nor did she know what he had experienced. At this moment, she only knew that the person standing in front of her was just an ordinary father.

She nodded gently and said, "Okay." Standing in front of her, Quentin was so excited that his purple lips quivered.

The fingers that covered her eyes were rough and filled with the smell of engine oil. His fingers trembled violently, but they didn't stay there for long. After a brief caress, Quentin withdrew them.

Ye Jian, who had her eyes closed, heard him sigh heavily.

"Thank you …"

When she reached the door, she heard Quentin's choked voice behind her. Ye Jian didn't turn around. When he turned around to hide when she opened her eyes, Ye Jian knew that the arms dealer didn't want anyone to see his vulnerable appearance.