Spy: Gentle Scum? I Rub My Hands to Warm and Compress the Elastic

[Thugs in suits + dimensionality reduction strikes + hard-core military industry + decisive killing + pretending to be pigs and eating tigers] Parallel world, ordinary world, parallel world, tell important things three times. Winter 1937, French Concession. He is a "gentle scum" who wears a crow-blue haute couture suit, smokes Cuban cigars, and only recognizes small yellow croakers. Everyone thought that Su Ci was a soft persimmon who could be manipulated. Until Agent No. 76 Came to the door, he used a pile of scrap metal to knock out a barrel-type firing needle gun on the spot, and swept the whole place! Until a gangster chopped off one of his men's fingers, he single-handedly overturned the entire Tangkou compound with a golf bag full of homemade shotguns! Magic that spans the ages, specializing in curing all kinds of dissatisfaction! From hand-made silent pistols and high-precision radios to thermobaric bombs made from chemical fertilizers and sugar, and heavy-duty anti-material sniper rifles customized on lathes. When the enemy's gendarmerie surrounded the mansion, Su Ci flicked the cigar ashes gracefully: "You know nothing about modern military industry." ——In this life, I will use the most extreme fire phobia to break through this darkest moment!