Chapter 644: John's Weapons Store

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"Al Nahyan!"

Looking at the box diagonally opposite, Wang Zheng snorted coldly. Although he was unhappy, he would not offend a crown prince who would hold a huge amount of wealth in the future for such a small amount of money.

However, he is not the only one who is unhappy now.

"Issa, go check it out for me, who the hell is that damn 38!"

Al Nahyan said with an angry expression.

"Young master, it's useless. You know the rules here. Anyone who participates in the auction will not leave their name, phone number, etc. As long as they pay the money, they will be able to receive the auction card. Even if we asked the black market organizers, they didn't know about them. ”

"You're right, I'm confused!" Al Nahyan shook his head and waved his hand, "Okay, no need to look it up." It seems that Allah deliberately did not let me keep the snake head of the Old Summer Palace in China. ”

"If the young master is really reluctant, we can look for it again on the black market. Maybe you can buy other high-value Chinese art ......!"

After interrupting him, "I've had people ask these days. Even that guy from 'Gronitsi' didn't have anything to please me, let alone the others?" Shaking his head, Al Nahyan stood up, "The auction is over, let's go!"

"Young master, why don't I ask the guests on the 38th and see if I can buy a few from them?"

Al Nahyan hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Go and come back, I'll be waiting for you outside!"

"Yes!"

The servant nodded hurriedly, and walked quickly towards the box where Wang Zheng was.

But at this time, Wang Zheng, who was being led by the staff of the auction organizer to pay the money and receive the lot by the way, had already left the box, so the two sides were destined to not meet.

"Boss, it's all done!"

"Dian Wei has taken over?"

Wang Qian nodded.

Seeing this, Wang Zheng didn't ask anything more. As long as the photographed things are in Dian Wei's hands, the subsequent process will be foolproof.

"Let's go!"

beckoned, and took Wang Qian and Yuan Ba out of the fifth floor where the auction house was located, but he was not in a hurry to leave the black market, but came to the commercial area below with many booths.

"Boss, aren't we going back?"

"No, let's take a look here first!"

Wang Zheng, who waved his hand, looked at a medium-sized gun shop next to him, and after quickly scanning the English signboard hanging next to him, he walked in.

In a room of about 80 square meters, surrounded by transparent tempered glass on three sides, in addition to the counter, a variety of assault rifles, pistols, grenades, sabers and other individual weapons are placed on the shelves around it.

The shopkeeper was a sturdy old white man in a white coat, with a scruffy beard, and his face was not covered like Wang Zheng's. After noticing that the three of them entered the store, the elderly white man put down the iPhone in his hand and greeted him with a smile.

At this time, Wang Zheng found that his left leg was a little lame, and he walked on tiptoe.

"Several, what do you need old John to do?"

Wang Zheng looked him up and down, his gaze stayed on the scar on the left corner of the other party's forehead for a few seconds, "Do you have AK here?"

"Yes, the whole of Dubai knows that Old John's store has the most complete range of AK series rifles, whether it is the original AK47, or the subsequent development of AKS-74U, AK74, AK74, and AK100 series, I have it here!"

"What about RPGs?"

Old John glanced at Wang Zheng in surprise, RPG bazooka is a portable anti-tank weapon that fires rockets, mainly used to hit tanks, armored vehicles and destroy fortifications and other targets at close range. The scientific name is 'rocket-booster grenade launcher', commonly known as anti-tank rocket launcher.

It is also produced in the former Soviet Union, and is equipped with nearly 100 million AK47 series weapons in the world, and is called "the symbol of human armed forces in the 20th century"!

"Yes, this is!"

Old John pointed to the weapons placed under the display next to him, but there were no warheads on them.

"Can I take a look?"

"Of course!"

Old John nodded, walked over and picked it up, and handed the bazooka to Wang Zheng.

After a few brief glances, Wang Zheng put the bazooka on his shoulder and felt it.

The weight is not large, but the cold texture of the steel makes people faintly feel a hint of murder.

"How much can you offer this bazooka?"

"It depends on how many guests you want?"

Old John looked at the young man in front of him again with a deep gaze, and said meaningfully.

After a deep sigh, "500 bazookas, 30 rockets each." 20,000 AK47s, 5,000 rounds per round! In addition, I see that you have 82 grenades made in Huaxia here, and I want 50,000 pieces. 300 Type 56 light machine guns, 10 tons of explosives. Barrett M82A1 sniper rifle I want 100 with 1000 rounds of ammunition. After a pause, Wang Zheng looked at the stunned old John in front of him, "Can you provide all these things I want?"

Suppressing the consternation in his heart, he took a deep breath to calm down the slightly chaotic thoughts in his heart, Old John's expression was complicated, but he still glanced at Wang Zheng curiously, and then nodded quickly.

"Bazookas, grenades, rifles, explosives are fine, but a hundred Barretts have some difficulty. If you really want it, leave a deposit of $300,000 and you can get it in a week!"

"Okay, you can!" Wang Zheng nodded without much thought, "However, since it is a week later, then I will pick up all these things in a week!"

"That's fine, but before we do, we'll have to negotiate the price!"

"Please!"

Wang Zheng nodded.

After receiving such a big business from Wang Zheng, he didn't care whether the other party was an arms dealer or a terrorist, as long as there was money to be made, his attitude was as attentive as ever.

picked up the calculator from the counter next to him, and came to Wang Zheng's side quickly on tiptoe.

"An AK with 5,000 rounds of ammunition, I count you as $300, and 20,000 rounds of ammunition is $3 million. An RPG with 30 rockets is $15,000, and 500 is $7.5 million. Type 82 grenades, $5 each, $50,000 is $250,000. A Type 56 light machine gun with 15,000 rounds of ammunition will cost you $10,000 and 10 tons of explosives will cost you $300,000. 100 Barrett with ammunition, 20,000 US dollars each, 100 is 2 million! All weapons are 13.1 million US dollars, and you will be 13 million if you erase the fraction. ”

After the words fell, he handed the calculator to Wang Zheng, "Can you accept such a price?"

Looking at the final transaction price, Wang Zheng frowned slightly and thought for a moment, then nodded. While the price of these weapons was a bit higher than the market price he had received from the neuronal mastermind, it wasn't outrageous. In addition, the first time he tested the waters, he wanted to open the source of the upstream and pave the way for a larger-scale arms deal in the future.

"Yes, no problem. ”

"Well, according to what I just said, after a week of trading, now you need to pay a 30% deposit, $3.6 million!"

After nodding, Wang Zheng beckoned behind him.

Wang Zheng, who knew about it, quickly walked to the front and transferred the account through the bank card.

After receiving the bank's transfer reminder on his mobile phone, the smile on Old John's face was even better.

"I also need a contact information for you, which will be easy to contact when trading in a week's time. ”

"This one doesn't need to. I'll come back to you in a week. ”

Wang Zheng will not give his contact information to the other party until he has established complete trust, although there is a neuronal mastermind to ensure safety, but out of prudence, he still has to guard against a few more hands.

"It's good!"

Old John didn't insist either.

"Wait a minute!" said that, old John turned around, although he was lame, he still quickly took out a card from the safe behind his counter, inserted it into the card slot next to the computer on his counter, and then quickly 'crackled' in the computer, and handed the card to Wang Zheng.

"You take this. When we pick up the goods later, we can confirm your identity with this card!"

Wang Zheng took it and looked at it twice. The card is simple, with nothing more than 'John's Weapons Store' and a phone number.

After handing over the card to Wang Qian next to him, "Since that's the case, we'll take our leave!"

"Wait!"

When Wang Zheng was about to turn around and leave, he was stopped by a voice from behind him.

"Is there anything else?"

"Hehe, do you need any other weapons, such as heavy machine guns, surface-to-air missiles, tanks, armored vehicles, and so on?"

Old John rubbed his hands together and smiled a little philistine. It's rare to come across a big customer, and he doesn't want to sell just some small arms that are not very profitable.

Wang Zheng was relieved, and after a little consideration, he shook his head.

"Not needed yet, but maybe in the future! In addition, the boss needs to prepare more small arms and ammunition. Maybe I'll come back in a while!"

"Hehe, please rest assured. Whenever you come over, I'll have plenty of arms for you here!"

"Really, what if I wanted ten times as many as I have today?"

Looking at the stunned old John, Wang Zheng smiled faintly and didn't say anything. After greeting Wang Qian and Yuan Ba, the three of them turned around and walked out together.

Looking at their backs, Old John couldn't help but mutter, "Who is this guy 'sacred'? Or is there another young madman in the world?"

Although Wang Zheng was wearing a robe and a mask, the experienced old John could still tell from his voice and eyes that the other party was a young man.

After shaking his head, "Whatever, in this damn world, as long as I can make money, I am willing to sell weapons to the devil!"

As the words fell, Old John limped back to his counter again. 9110