The muddy boots stepped on the shiny and clean high-grade vitrified floor tiles, leaving red and black stains. Dirty sewage flowed from the heel of the shoe to the smooth surface of the shoe, spreading in an instant, and the various weapons and firearms in the reflection of the floor became twisted and hideous in an instant. The sewage flowed next to a pair of white high heels, and she didn't make the slightest evasive movement, she knew that the disgustingly sloppy man in front of her was her customer.

The counter lady is smart and charming, with playful parted short hair, dressed in a burgundy women's suit and a tight black patent leather miniskirt. She stepped forward, and the other party was a tall man, so she raised her chin, pursed her lips slightly, and pinched a very professional smile: "Sir, what help do you need?" You can call me Hinty, specifically for you. Xindi's voice was crisp and clean, making it easy to get her words into her head.

The man in front of him was not very old in terms of skin and face contours, but he was tall, with broad shoulders and thick arms, and lush body hair. A sharp gaze pierced under the thick eyebrows. Xindi looked at the other man, and he stared at him like a falcon eagle staring at its prey. If it was a small animal, I am afraid that it would have been so frightened that it would have forgotten and fled.

But Hinty was very happy, the other party had such a look, obviously a battle-hardened veteran, which meant that he might be a regular customer in the future. She's long since tired of selling weapons to newbies so that she never has repeat customers, let alone improved performance.

Xindi looked at the other party, trying to judge the profession of this strong man, or the military branch. The combat suit he was wearing was dirty and oil-stained, but the one-piece shape was still recognizable, a flight suit for an Air Force pilot. The compensatory pants wrapped around his legs indicate that he performs aerial combat missions with high overloads.

Maybe he is a king in the air, at least Cheng Dù, who has survived to the point where the dirt on his clothes has condensed like gypsum board, is not dead. The tight compensators and the straps on his body framed his figure just right.

Xindi thought that if he could shave his beard clean, he might be a good match, but as a fighter pilot, he might be too tall.

But most importantly, this person is undoubtedly a big customer! You know, the cannon shells of fighter jets are much more expensive than the best rifle shells, and they need to fire 6,000 rounds per minute. If you can catch him, your performance can be improved by a lot.

"Hinty? Hiccup - Ah, what a cute name. The drunken big man spoke, crude syllables mixed with the smell of wine spraying on Cindy's face, "That's the name of my Siamese cat, let me see if the spelling is ......," he said, reaching for the badge she was holding on her left breast.

Hindy didn't dodge. She noticed that the hand was dirty, and the back of the hand was covered in dry dirt and cracks. Luckily, when the big hand rubbed against the front of Cindy's burgundy uniform, it didn't leave too obvious stains, and it looked like it was only slightly stained with dust.

"Hey, cute Hindy who starts with th, you and my cat name don't spell it the same way, it starts with C - maybe it's because it's a cat - and it's a lot worse tempered than you. Every time I drank it ignored me, and when it saw me, it would run away, and just like that, jump upwards......" The big, drunken tall man said as he raised his hand and waved it at the top of the crossbow cabinet. At this moment, the hand scraped the shimmer night vision device shelf beside him.

The glass doors of the shelves shattered with a clatter, and the entire container began to tilt to the side with expensive and sophisticated low-light night vision equipment.

The drunk man also tilted his body to sit on the ground, but Xindi ignored the night vision devices and leaned forward to hug the drunk. But the other party was as heavy as a bear, and Xindi felt that she was going to be dragged down. After a while, the drunk man stood up again, and then looked down at Xinti beside him.

Xindi was a little embarrassed at this point, and she stepped back to stand still and tidy up her clothes. This time, her beautiful burgundy uniform was all stained, and the whole dirt on it was red and green. But she turned a blind eye and didn't even take a picture. Xindi understands that as long as the other party buys an infrared guided missile from herself, she can go to Chanel at the end of the year, so why care about the uniform issued by the company.

She narrowed her eyes and made a kitten expression, "If that's the case, congratulations, sir." Now, you can have a cindy whether you drink it or not. When you are not drunk, you have Xindi who starts with C to accompany you, and when you are drunk, I have a start with Th to serve you. ”

"Oh...... Yes, yes, Xinti at the beginning of C who sings blackface and Xindi who starts with Th who sings redface," The drunk big man touched his head, and his face began to flush a little, and this time he was a little embarrassed: "Xinti at the beginning of C is dead...... January of the first year. It was also fortunate not to suffer from the war that followed. I always felt that I would be better off if it left sooner. But every time I kick it out after getting drunk, it comes back on its own. …… Sorry for soiling your clothes. ”

"It's okay," Xindi's professional smile is not simple, she practiced 16 different standard smiles according to Cheng Dù and different states, "Excuse me, how can I help you?" Can let me serve you. ”

"Yes...... Uh......" the drunk man rubbed his head, "Uh-huh...... yes, cell phone signal!" How much does an on-board pod for tracking a specific cell phone signal cost? ”

This shop is not an ordinary gun shop, but a chain of retail stores called the "Aisanberg Brothers", a middleman specializing in providing all kinds of military equipment to free mercenaries. Although the large modern design of the signboard and the bright decoration of the store make you feel that this is just a high-end supermarket.

"The pod for mobile phone signal tracking requires a standard bus interface." The drunk repeated.

"Wait a minute, I'll check it out for you." Xindi's expression was a little subtle at this time. The pods are capable of tracking the precise location coordinates of a specific cell phone, and are used by mercenary pilots on assassination missions. Due to post-war abuse, the device is entering a ban publicity period. Moreover, this is not a common commodity, most people just come to buy regular rifle or shotgun bullets.

Slender pink fingers are tapping quickly on the keyboard, which is the advantage of modern management systems, and every employee does not need to have a complete grasp of the business, but only needs to have job skills.

"Is it for tactical fighters?" Hindy asked.

"Yes, yes. That's right. The drunkard's tongue was numb with alcohol, and he was whirling in his speech.

"What kind of airplane is it for?"

"MiGs."

"What about the model?"

"MiG-1.44 - uh." A drunkard's standard hiccup rushed out.

There was not a hint of frown or disgust on her face, and she suddenly wanted to snicker as she waited for the results of her search. Because of the other party's taste, she could smell that it was a local private coconut blossom wine.

This coconut-scented wine has a strange sweet and burning sensation, is easy to drink, and has too much stamina. Xindi remembered that she secretly drank coconut wine when she was a child, and thought it was delicious because it smelled like coconut, so she poured a large glass of it, and later played a drunken mania in front of the whole family. These things were sued by my father, and he also recorded a funny look like he had when he was a child.

It's a pity, Dad is one of the most unfortunate people. He survived the terrible Sino-Japanese War, but after the war, he unexpectedly died in the castle tower.

Hinty's eyes blurred slightly, and the search results dragged her thoughts back. She glanced at it, "We do have this product, but we only offer rental services. If you need it, you need to make an appointment one month in advance. ”

The drunken pilot hiccuped again, his eyes gradually increased, and then turned blood-red for a moment: "A month? Don't you have everything here? I'm going to do it soon! Coming soon! ”

He was about to reach out and smash the LCD monitor at the front desk to the ground, when suddenly his arm was pulled back by the person behind him. Although this guy was already drunk, this tug not only failed to pull his body, but instead dragged his person backwards. The drunk man turned his head to see that it was the security guard of the mall, who had pressed his right hand on the holster of his left armpit at the moment, and squatted down in a defensive position.

When the drunk man saw the security guard's posture of drawing a gun, his thick eyebrows instantly stood up: "Did you drag me just now?" You still dare to shoot me? What kind of gun are you! Unplug it out and see if it kills me? Seeing that the other party was still in a very tense defensive posture, the drunk stared at his bloodshot eyes again: "Pull it out!" Pull out the gun and see if you can kill Lao Tzu. ”

The security guard was so frightened by his roar that his legs trembled slightly, and he pulled out his gun without knowing whether he was frightened or blocked by air, and pointed the gun at the drunk: "Please get out immediately!" ”

The drunk man bent down and looked left and right, and said with a smile: "Ha, just this toy?" Beretta M9, caliber 9 mm. The drunk slowly stopped laughing, lowered himself slowly, and stretched his hands to the leg of his right trousers. For a lot of people, that's where to put a spare weapon.

"Don't move!" The security guard was even more nervous by his actions, and his index finger twitched before the trigger.

Hearing a stabbing sound, the drunk unzipped the right leg of the flight suit, exposing his entire right calf. But not the whole one, to be exact, his right calf was missing a large piece as if it had been pierced by a tree stump, and the wound was jagged and irregular.

But for this drunkard, the mutilated right calf is almost like his medal: "Look at Lao Tzu, M61A1 turned to the Vulcan cannon." That gun had a caliber of 20 mm and a rate of fire of 6,000 rounds per minute. Damn, the **** at that time smashed my entire nose, and how could I get it? The plane is no bigger than a scar the size of multiple water tanks. If you buy a second-hand J-10 again, you will still be a hero! Fourteen million dollars only. ”

The security guard's face was a little uncomfortable. Although the other party is not disabled, but the loss of calf muscles is so large, it must have a strict impact on the movement of the body, but just now he used all his strength but was not able to pull such a person with a disabled leg.

"Sir, please wait a minute." Xinti ignored this, she was used to people making trouble in the store, and more users and more consumption were more important to her, "Please leave your contact information." We'll get back to you as soon as the goods arrive. ”

The drunk hesitated, then walked straight to the counter, reached out and grabbed the pen and paper in front of Hindy, and scribbled. Then he pinched his right hand and handed it forward: "You have to get it for me tonight, otherwise...... Nothing else! I'm going to do it tonight! Good bye! ”

Xindi took the note with both hands and read it, then lifted her face and asked the drunk, still with a standard smile, "What do you call you?" ”

"Have you ever heard of the Hundred Day Ghost?"

The man in front of him suddenly rushed forward, propped his hands on the counter, and brought his dirty face over: "Have you heard? Well? ”

Whooping ghosts? Xindi was a little surprised, but the surprise that naturally flowed out of this was much cuter than the overly professional smile just now. In her opinion, the Hundred Days Ghost is just a legendary figure in the First Sino-Japanese War and the darling of news gimmicks, but what does this have to do with the man in front of her.

Xindi smiled politely: "Sir, please tell me your name first, and then we can find time to talk about that legend slowly." ”

"Legends? Do you dare to say that the Hundred Days Ghost is a legend? The drunkard lost his temper, "Say it again!" ”

This is not good, Hindy thought. She was still curious about this man, and she didn't want to rudely chase him away. But the man was too drunk. At this time, she had an idea and shouted: "By the way, you still have to pay the deposit with the card of the comrade club." ”

The drunk man was slightly stunned, and the strength of the wine seemed to slow down: "Oh." After humming, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the card, and threw it forward, which was almost the only card he had on him.

Xindi skillfully swiped the card: the name on the card was Mengsheng. After a simple operation, she wanted to take the opportunity to hand back the card of her comrade club to look up at the person again. But the drunk man took the card sideways and walked out of the store.

Outside is the mercenary airfield in the castle tower, and the tarmac is almost entirely full of fighter jets, F-15J, F-2, KF-16, and so on, except for two large Il-76 transport planes painted with the "Aisanberg Brothers" mark.

All of the planes had no nationality logos on the fuselage, only battle markings or graffiti, and many of these planes may have been ace fighters who had made great achievements in the 100-day war, and those who survived that war were trump cards.

The war of just three months was vigorous but fleeting, and when people did not react, they started a great war of national extinction; But when people threw themselves into the flames, the fire was extinguished in an instant. All that is left is the ashes that hide secrets and heroic spirits.

Although the Hundred Days War was over, the arsenal had been in full wartime production for more than a year for a possible all-out world war.

Now, in order to salvage the post-war economic mess, large quantities of military surplus have begun to spread around the world at extremely low prices. The soldiers who survived the battlefield but could not return to society began to gather to form bounty mercenary associations, where some people wanted to protect honor or faith, some wanted to realize value, and some chased money - after all, if you want to sell your life, you can sell it here for a good price.

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