Nowadays, the pre-improved R93 in the world is very rare, and many enthusiasts use it for collection, so it is difficult to find such a perfect sniper rifle.

"Look at your appearance, you should be knowledgeable, I'll give you a 20% discount, this desert eagle is standard, and it won't be expensive to sell you for 500,000 US dollars together, right?" The middle-aged uncle rubbed his hands and said with a smile.

Sniper rifles, theoretically, there is a big difference in price. For example, an ordinary sniper rifle costs about tens of thousands of yuan, and a good sniper rifle looks like hundreds of thousands, even if there was once a sniper rifle named Bartley that sold for a sky-high price, it was only four or five million Chinese coins.

And at this moment, this guy in front of him asks him for 500,000 dollars? More than 3 million Huaxia coins, the price is more than several times higher than the value of the gun itself.

As for the gift of the Desert Eagle? Hehe, a thousand dollars of stuff can also be considered a gift?

"Half a million dollars? Why don't you grab it? Qin Feng smiled, the other party thought he was Kaizi?

"It won't be expensive, after all, this is something I've been collecting for a long time, as for grabbing? Although I am in Syria, I have always been a Chinese, and I can't do this kind of thing! ”

The middle-aged uncle smiled, looking like you like to buy it or not.

"Oh, is it? But ......" The corners of Qin Feng's mouth rose slightly, and then the whole person reached forward at an extremely fast speed, grabbed the opponent's collar with one hand and pressed it on the counter, and pulled out the knock-off Nepalese scimitar with his left hand.

"I did it!"

The middle-aged uncle was dumbfounded, and there was a knife around his neck, although it was not a good knife, but even so, it was easy to kill him.

"What are you trying to do, are you really going to rob it? You're a Chinese soldier! ”

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm not anymore!" Qin Feng smiled.

The middle-aged uncle was helpless, he had not met a Chinese soldier on a mission outside before, but whether it was his conduct or style, it was not like this at all.

Even if he was pitted, those soldiers would not treat him well, after all, Huaxia soldiers have always paid more attention to discipline. But the person in front of him is completely out of common sense.

"How about 200,000, 200,000 dollars? I'm not going to make your money anymore, okay? ”

"150,000 dollars!" Qin Feng smiled, and then said: "In addition to these things, I also need an automatic rifle, a Nepalese scimitar, of course, don't take out the copycat ones." ”

"Me!" The middle-aged uncle just wanted to refute, but he still swallowed it back, sighed and said, "Hey, okay, I promised you!" ”

Although an automatic rifle is also valuable, it is only a matter of a few thousand dollars, but an authentic Nepalese scimitar is different, and the normal market price can be sold for twenty or thirty thousand dollars!

"Yadi, come in!" Qin Feng let go of the other party and shouted outside.

When Yadi came in, he didn't know what had happened before, but he saw Qin Feng pack up some equipment and ask him to pay.

When the middle-aged uncle saw Yadi, his eyes lit up, he had a vision and knew that Yadi was the real rich master.

"Little brother, is there anything you like? You can buy a little, you see I have a Mitsubishi army thorn here, there are marching tents, you see I also have a sleeping bag, it is definitely the best choice for a night in the war. The middle-aged uncle didn't forget to get some losses back from Yadi.

Qin Feng glanced at this guy, and then motioned for Yadi to pay the money, as for the things introduced by the other party, buy a fart, what kind of tents and sleeping bags and the like, they are completely useless to them, but they are still a burden, as for the Mitsubishi military thorn? Hehe, it's not a copycat, his name is written upside down.

"Big brother, how much is it?" Yadi carried a small bag with bundles of dollars inside.

"Hey, hey, a total of two ......"

Qin Feng didn't wait for the middle-aged uncle to finish speaking, and said with a sneer: "150,000 US dollars!" ”

Yadi took out a bundle and a half of bills from his bag, just $150,000.

"No, $150,000 is what we traded, but what about $100,000 in intelligence money?" The middle-aged uncle wiped the sweat from his forehead and hurriedly explained.

Qin Feng shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "But the 150,000 US dollars I said before is all the money!" ”

"You!" The middle-aged uncle is angry, isn't this a trick for me? He said angrily: "Aren't you scoundrels? ”

Qin Feng lit a cigarette again, took a deep breath, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "That's all?" Do you want it? ”

The middle-aged uncle was stunned, right? Do you want to?

"Yes!" He gritted his teeth, can he not want to? He was sure that as long as he dared to make a fuss, the other party might really not give him a penny.

The sniper rifle in his collection was bought by him from a collector for $100,000, a desert eagle, plus an M16A automatic rifle, and a Nepalese scimitar, which would not be a loss of $50,000.

In other words, he didn't earn a penny of things, but he sent out a piece of information in vain.

It was the first time he had met such a shameless person since he was doing underground trading here.

Seeing the two walk out of the commissary, the middle-aged uncle slapped the counter a few times and roared angrily: "Robbers, hooligans, scoundrels, two filthy rabbit shit!" ”

I have to say that he is really a little unlucky today, and he has been running a commissary in Solas Town for a few years, and he has not experienced major events.

There have been several back-and-forth encroachments between the political forces and the opposition, as well as the lingering of some mercenaries, but both the armed soldiers and those who have their knives pinned to their belts are very generous.

Even though more than half an hour had passed, he was still a little indignant when he remembered the losses he had suffered before.

Just then, someone came in from the commissary, but it was a woman in a purple power suit with a pistol and a long sword pinned to her waist.

"Boss, inquire, did two men come to you just now?" The woman in purple asked.

"10,000 US dollars, pay the money with one hand and tell you the information with the other!" The middle-aged man snorted, he is now obedient, and the same mistake will not be made again.

But as soon as he finished speaking, a wad of dollar bills was thrown on the counter.

This is not important information, but the other party generously threw 10,000 US dollars, maybe he is a rich man again.

So the middle-aged man immediately put away the money, and said with a smile: "I've been here, I've been here, they should go in the direction of Shah City." Miss, I have daily necessities and weapons and equipment here, do you want to buy some? I am definitely an authentic commodity here, there will be absolutely no counterfeit copycats, and there is no ...... for children."

But before he could finish speaking, the other party turned around and left!

(End of chapter)