The 98K rifle is known to outsiders because of its high bullet shooting accuracy, huge lethality, and equipment in the German army: "** butcher knife!" ”

According to incomplete statistics, more than 10 million 98K were produced during World War II alone, causing at least more than 5 million people to be disabled, which is a veritable battlefield ghost.

Of course, with the advent of semi-automatic rifles on the battlefield, such weapons gradually declined.

According to arms deals in the United States on all continents, the current market price of 98K is $3,000!

Therefore, Gao Jun felt that he had a very conscientious name.

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"It's too expensive! High, you're a robbery. You know, no one in the whole of Baghdad wants to use these smashes except me... World War II antiques! ”

Muhammad shouted angrily, but he was still reluctant to put down the 98K in his hand, just hoping that he would be resolute and let Gao Jun reduce the price.

"No, no, no." Gao Jun shook his hand and said slowly: "My friend, I don't think this is a reason, do you think they can't kill people when they're old?" ”

Gao Jun touched a Type 91 grenade, and in Muhammad's puzzled eyes, he suddenly pulled off the lead!

“O！ NONONO！！ You idiot! ”

Muhammad's pupils shrank, and he lay on the ground with his head in his hands.

The black man behind him was even more cowardly, squatting tremblingly in the corner, losing all the guns in his hands, and howling with a hissing voice.

"Hahaha!"

Gao Jun's tears of laughter came out, and he sneered: "Muhammad, the person you are looking for is too timid, have you ever seen blood?" ”

Muhammad closed his eyes, waited for a few seconds, and did not notice the explosion, then raised his head slightly, looked at it carefully, and after looking closely, a trace of shame flashed in his eyes, and he got up indignantly, and waved his hand dissatisfied: "Hey! It's not fun at all, and if you let go, we'll all have to go to God! ”

Gao Jun skillfully dodged the other party's spittle and spread his hands: "Don't be angry buddy, I'm just telling you that no matter how old a weapon is, it can always kill." ”

"You madman!" Muhammad was stunned and gritted his teeth and scolded, "I really want to blow you up along with those damn Yankees." ”

Gao Jun tilted his head proudly, jumped on tiptoe, pointed behind him, and gloated: "You'd better look at your buddy, it's going to pee out." ”

As soon as Muhammad turned his head and saw where the black man was still lying there, he was angry and trotted a step forward, and went up with a kick!

"Damn it! I really want to put a bullet in your big intestine! ”

"BOSS..."The black man hurriedly got up in a trembling manner, but looked at Gao Jun with a little fear in his eyes.

Damn it!

Don't these Chinese want to die?

Muhammad glared at him viciously, helpless in his heart, sure enough, blacks are unreliable!

He sighed, put the 98K back in the gun cabinet, shook his head, and said, "This is too expensive, I only have 20,000 US dollars, but not 200,000, my people still have to eat..."

"That's a pity, the ** butcher knife can only wait for its real owner." Gao Jun was not disappointed, after all, he also knew that for a team like Muhammad, they could not afford this kind of "luxury".

World War II weapons are stuck at this embarrassing point, large mercenary groups look down on them, and small teams can't afford them!

"Then take a look, here are the US military's Mark II grenades, M14 hand-projected thermite incendiary bombs, and MKI lighting grenades, which are affordable and large in quantity." Gao Jun spared no effort to sell hard, not sucking out the dollars in his beard's pocket, he was not very reconciled.

Muhammad tilted his head and frowned, tugging at his beard, hesitated for a long time before placing an order.

"Gao, bring me four StG44 assault rifles, a thousand rounds x 51 mm of ammunition, and a box of melon grenades." After he finished speaking in one breath, he paused for a moment and gritted his teeth, "Bring me two more grenadiers, ten shells!" ”

Gao Jun laughed!

His face was wrinkled like a chrysanthemum, rubbing his hands and grinding his fingers, "StG44 assault rifle 2000 US dollars, 1,000 rounds x 51 mm bullets count you 300 US dollars, melon grenade 100 US dollars, grenadiers and shells are a total of 250 US dollars, a total of 2650 US dollars, rounded, count you 2700, do you want a snakeskin bag?" ”

Muhammad, who had no idea how to do it, was instantly confused, and he turned his head and asked the negro, "Is that right?" ”

"Yes... Probably right. The black man was even more confused, scratching his head and muttering.

"Okay, okay, I'm sure Gao won't lie to me." Muhammad looked at Gao Jun and said.

Gao Jun smiled, noncommittal, damn! Who are you pitting if you don't say anything?

He dragged a snakeskin bag and helped to stuff the arms into it roughly, and suddenly, as if thinking of something, ran out of the warehouse under the puzzled eyes of Muhammad and the others, and after a while, trotted back again, holding Nepal in his hand, frowning and gasping for breath.

"Nepalese scimitar, a thousand dollars!"

Muhammad's pupils widened, his eyes lit slightly, and he took the scimitar with his hands as if on a pilgrimage, like a dog, sniffing vigorously at the scimitar.

"Don't worry, this is a person who has seen blood, but it is not a good Christian." Gao Jun said with a smile.

There are some "superstitions" among mercenaries in Baghdad and even around the world, they are convinced that weapons also have feelings, and those who have seen blood are the real killers, and those who have just opened are just rookies on the battlefield!

And those jammed guns are even more Christians in weapons!

But outlaws prefer demons!

Sure enough, when Muhammad heard Gao Jun say this, his face became even more moved, and he took out a thousand dollars and stuffed it into Gao Jun's arms, turned around and left.

"Oops... Don't be in such a hurry. ”

After putting the money in his pocket, Gao Jun grabbed Muhammad's robe, who hugged Nepal and said vigilantly: "I have paid, you can't change your mind." ”

"Am I like that? I have a work ethic. Gao Jun spread his hands and smiled bitterly, and continued: "My house is about to collapse, I want to ask if you know anyone from the government?" I want to buy a piece of land. ”

"You want to buy land? In Baghdad? Muhammad glared as if he were a fool.

In 2002, the entire 860 square kilometers of Baghdad occupied nearly 5.6 million people, and the perennial war led to death, malaria, refugees, and the population plummeted for more than ten years, and now it is only more than one million people, and mercenaries or foreign "gold diggers" alone account for one-tenth, and the pure Baghdad people are gradually withering.

The land it brought with it has become more barren!

Many public facilities have been abandoned, even foreign-funded factories are inhabited, and it can be said that only the most left land in Baghdad is left, with an average of 10 US dollars per square meter, about 64 yuan!

"yes, it's so shabby, I can't do this arms business." Gao Jun said, adding a high hat to the other party: "I know you since I was in Iraq, and I believe in your energy." ”

"Of course!" Muhammad was still embarrassed, but when he heard the good words, he instantly puffed up his chest with pride.

"I know a lieutenant colonel of the 33rd Brigade, I can take you to meet him."

Gao Jun was overjoyed, brought another box of melon grenades, and stuffed it to the other party: "Thank you and my friend, this is my gratitude." ”

Muhammad did not refuse, patting his chest: "Hold me, he should be at the Central Racecourse now, let's go over." ”

"Wait a minute."

Gao Jun said a word, took the $20,000 he had saved with him, and took a handy G-42 semi-automatic rifle from the warehouse, filled it with three magazines, and then left with Muhammad.

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