That night, Cheng Feng found an excuse to come out of Yang Meihan and rushed to the old city. After stopping in front of a shop selling fishing gear, Cheng Feng stepped over the messy fishing nets on the ground and walked straight to the counter.

There were two men in their fifties, the round-faced bald guy was the boss of the place, and his wife was on the side, and the two were laughing and flirting as if no one was around.

Cheng Feng put his right arm on the counter, gently tapped the countertop with his fingers, and said with a smile: "Boss, do you sell fish?" ”

The bald guy raised his head in shock, looked at the stranger in front of him with a puzzled expression, and said slowly after a long time: "Selling fish? Are you sick? Have you taken your medicine? ”

"You haven't eaten it yet, you have medicine here, right?" Cheng Feng asked again.

The bald guy stared at Cheng Feng for a few more seconds before turning back to his wife and saying, "Ah Fen, you are watching here, and I will take the guest to the back to find medicine." ”

This atmosphere is a bit serious, and this conversation is also very strange if it is heard by outsiders, Cheng Feng wanted to laugh a little, so he smiled at the two old couples very relaxedly, looking very friendly. The bald guy could also feel it, his expression eased a little, and he took Cheng Feng to the house. After following him through the back hall and out of the small gate of the courtyard, the bald guy led Cheng Feng into a small alley.

After carefully looking around, there was no one under the dim street lamp, and there was silence, and the bald guy quickly took out the key and opened the door of an old mansion. After Cheng Feng quickly flashed in, the bald guy hurriedly whispered the bolt made of long wooden strips from the inside. led Cheng Feng into the inner room, stopped in front of a dusty bookshelf more than two meters high, and the bald guy gently touched the hidden mechanism in the back corner of the bookshelf, and the bookcase slowly moved out of an angle of about 40 degrees inside.

Cheng Fengxin sighed, this place is really too hidden, it is really an old fritter that has been mixed for decades. He asked clearly before, and knew that his house was an old mansion, owned by relatives who had emigrated abroad, and even if someone found something, he could almost get out of the house. What's more, he has always only done business introduced by acquaintances and acquaintances, and never took over the business of customers after the second hand. Coupled with good luck, it has been safe and sound for decades.

After entering the bookshelf, the bald guy turned on the light, Cheng Feng felt a musty smell rushing to his nose, pinched his nose and looked at the narrow space, thinking that those weapons should be placed behind the large black cloth on the side of the wall.

After the bald guy gently moved the bookshelf back to its original position, he looked at Cheng Feng and said, "Lei Zi called me and said that someone came to pick up the goods today, I can't imagine that it was you who looked so bookish!" "Angry?"

This is the first time that someone has commented on themselves like this, could it be that after staying at Puda University for a few days, he has been alienated? Cheng Feng was a little speechless, didn't you see the murderous aura in Lao Tzu's eyes, you bald guy?

"We don't ask for names in what we do. But Lei Zi is now thriving in Pujiang, and he can be regarded as a character. We've known each other for decades, so I'm not shy about the people he introduced. The bald guy chattered and wondered, "What else is he going to do with these guys?" ”

Cheng Feng smiled and said, "You talk so much!" It's not him who wants it, it's me who wants it. ”

"You want? I really can't see it. The bald guy seemed to suddenly realize, "I thought you were just here to get the goods, and my business has been relatively bleak in the past few years, and I haven't bought any goods." You can take a look at it, and buy a little bit if there is anything suitable for you! ”

The bald guy pulled down the black cloth on the side wall, and suddenly a large cloud of dust fell down one after another. Cheng Feng opened his eyes a little confused, and finally saw the things on the shelf, it seemed that there were quite a lot of categories, and it really lived up to his reputation!

But after taking a closer look, Cheng Feng was suddenly stunned! These weapons are too miscellaneous, right?

There were several Type 50 semi-automatic rifles; A Thomson semi-automatic rifle in a violin case was also seen; There are explosion-proof standard rifles too, but unfortunately the barrel is a little deformed; There were also several vintage Gru and Browning pistols; A pile of bullets of different sizes and lengths were scattered aside, and in addition to these, the shelves were also littered with rusty cold weapons. In addition to the machetes used for the road, there are actually many sabers and military daggers.

Cheng Feng picked up the Gru R8 and checked it in his hand, and said with a smile: "Boss, what kind of antiques are you!" You can have something from World War II, too? ”

"Didn't I say it! Business has been relatively bad in the past few years, and I haven't bought any goods! You don't care if it's World War II or World War I, as long as this thing can be used. These are all I brought when I ran boats in South Asia before, you see, this Type 50 is still exported to domestic sales, haha, the devil in the north of the country bought it! The bald guy was a little proud of his ability, touched his bald head and smiled.

"Which gun do you have the most bullets here?" This is Cheng Feng's biggest concern, but looking at the messy accumulation of bullets, he feels a little painful.

"The bullet should be this Type 50, I'll find it for you!" The bald guy was busy.

Cheng Feng said: "Wait, the 50-style noise is too loud, I don't like it very much, don't look for it." ”

"And what do you think of this Thomson? I'll look for it, there should be a lot of bullets......"

"Hmmm! No hurry! Let me ask again, do you regularly disassemble these guns, wipe the oil, and test the trigger? ”

As if he had seen an alien, the bald guy stared at the round eyes and said, "What? You can rest assured...... I'll give you a packed ticket, absolutely no problem! I'll give you a try......"

Cheng Feng was already a little disappointed in his heart, so he just asked more, and said, "Don't worry, do you have that kind of firearm with silencer here?" ”

"Silencer? I want to think about it...... Yes! There seems to be a ......"

After thinking about it for a long time, the bald guy finally remembered, he brought a bench and climbed up, and took a pistol from the top of the shelf, which was really with a silencer......

But when he took it and looked at it, Cheng Feng was dumbfounded-Makqin?!

OMG! This guy really has a fight here! I have studied in the army before, and this **Keqin is still the first batch of silenced pistols developed! Cheng Feng felt that he had entered a weapons history museum, and at this moment he was still standing at the junction of cold weapons and modern weapons display cases......

took the dusty Makqin, wiped it with his hand, and the body of the gun quickly glowed with a black shiny, Cheng Feng skillfully removed the magazine and looked at it and stuffed it back, pulled the bolt of the gun and opened the safety and pulled the trigger, "Keng-" There was a slight air sound, the old is a little old, but he is still a little satisfied. Cheng Feng said, "How many bullets are there in this gun?" ”

The bald guy patted his chest and said with a smile: "Don't worry! There are quite a lot of bullets, so it should be enough for you. ”

As he spoke, he pushed his hand into the pile of bullets on the shelf, and a "clanging" sound sounded. After looking for a long time, he only found eight bullets, and he was too troublesome, so he stuffed the bullets into Cheng Feng's hand and said, "It should be enough, right?" ”

Cheng Feng said expressionlessly: "Not enough." ”

"Huh? It's really weird, I remember more than that! ”

The bald guy then pouted his ass and stuck his head into the shelf to search for any of the falls. Cheng Feng, who was a little speechless at this moment, if it weren't for the face introduced by He Tianlei, he couldn't wait to kick him in the ass!

"Ahh Then forget it, if you don't have enough bullets, how about buying another gun? The bald guy said a little embarrassed.

"I want to too! With this Type 50 hanging around his neck, the Thomson hanging diagonally on his shoulder, Maxim in his left hand and Browning in his right hand, and a military dagger inserted in the belt around his waist! How murderous! How majestic! But I'm going to kill someone! It's not a movie! You think it's Schwarzenegger! ”

Cheng Feng was a little angry, this is also lacking, he. you sell shotguns......

Seeing him say this, the bald guy was stunned for a moment and said aggrievedly: "Where is there a buyer as picky as you, in the past, those patrons came and just picked up a handful and paid for it and left, anyway, it's all guns...... How many more bullets can be used to kill someone? Aren't seven or eight bullets enough? ”

Cheng Feng put his face in front of the bald guy, with a smile on his face, but there was a yin wind in his tone: "At least seven will be killed, do you say enough?" ”

"Seven...... Heptad? The bald guy's face was a little difficult to look at, and seeing that the kid didn't look like he was fooling himself at the moment, he said again, "Then the 50 style is good!" ”

Cheng Feng sighed and shook his head, no longer explaining to him. No matter how powerful the gun without a silencer is, if you can't kill the gunmen under Ren Tianxing in a very short time, the consequences will go without saying. He couldn't figure out how a boss who was in the business of buying and selling firearms couldn't even figure it out.

However, after Cheng Feng's next question came out, he immediately understood that it was not that the boss couldn't figure it out, but that he deliberately didn't figure it out...... It's really a black-hearted boss who sells black guns on the black market, it's really black all the way!

Cheng Feng asked, "Makqin, how much is it?" ”

The bald guy immediately stretched out his hand and gestured with the word "six".

"Six thousand? Yes. That's about the price of this broken gun. Cheng Feng thinks this boss is fair.

"Sixty thousand." The bald guy smiled and said separately.

"What?!" Cheng Feng suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

The boss smiled: "Ahem, the leftover stuff from the First World War!" I even sell antiques for more than 60,000 yuan! ”

"Do you really think you're an antique dealer?!" It really hurts, Cheng Feng gritted his teeth and said, "Okay!" I'm not going to bargain with you anymore. Give me a few more military daggers! ”

"That's no problem! You're refreshed too! The bald guy smiled.

Cheng Feng paid a thick bundle of money to him, and his flesh hurt a little. Damn, I was going to buy a complete package, but I didn't expect to be pitted by He Tianlei, who is this introduction!

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