After dealing with Xiao Geyu's affairs, Na Se remembered his plan again.

Yes, buy a gun!

So go to the gun shop.

So Naser shook off the map and walked in the direction of the trading area on the map.

The trading area is not too big, but noisy, in order to ensure that excessive noise will not attract zombies, so the trading area is in the center of the shelter area,—— which is equivalent to taking those residential areas as a buffer zone, if the zombies break through the wall, they will be scattered by the cumbersome streets of the residential area, which will greatly reduce the danger of the trading area.

But once the evening comes, the trading area is completely empty, and it's not worth it.

Therefore, a peck and a drink, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other.

The trading area is noisy, but there is one shop that is so empty that it can't be empty.

"What's going on?" Nather wondered, the shop had no sign, no one looked at the shop, and the door of the black hole was the same as the mouth of a hungry beast - and the teeth were not cleaned, and there was a strange smell.

"Isn't this curious!" Nashur simply went in, "Anyone?" ”

"Watch your step!"

Nather was scolded and looked confused.

"There's a self-propelled bomb at your feet, be careful not to short-circuit, and then the whole workshop will be turned upside down by you!"

Naser was stunned for a moment, and picked up the remote-controlled car on the ground that had been destroyed by all kinds of black tape, wires, and welding (soldering).

Put it in front of your nose and smell it, except for the smell of the above items, there is no other smell.

But in the gap, it is clearly visible that the vial contains a yellow clear oily liquid.

It can't be nitroglycerin, right?

"You can't have nitroglycerin in this self-propelled bomb, right?" Nasser asked.

"It's nitroglycerin." The people in the house said.

"Offended." Naser carefully lowered the self-propelled bomb, "I think Mr.'s business should be very good." ”

"Old man, I have a bad temper, so no one comes to buy anything." The man in the back room walked out, a thin old man with a dry and smiling face, the same face as a walnut, of course, not a plate.

"I think my predecessors are good." This kind of flattery will still be spoken.

"Hmph, the kid is flamboyant." The old man said, leaning over to look at the demonic claw on Nather's right hand, "You're also a prosthetic?" ”

"Have you ever seen someone with such an arm?" Nasser asked.

If so, it is his future brother-in-law, the teacher of his first deity, Thanatos, the god of death!

"Yes, he is left-handed, and he said that he was a prosthetic, but he refused to say where he got it." The old man said, raising his left hand—his left arm was missing.

"Of course, he won't tell you," Naser began to talk nonsense, "he is my senior brother, and his prosthetic leg was made by my master, which is my master's proud work." ”

"What about yours?" The old man asked.

"Mine is my master's imitation, so it's worse than my brother's, after all, his is a prosthetic, and mine is just an exoskeleton." Nather said in a serious way.

"Good boy, by the way, let's buy something, right?" The old man asked.

"Custom-made guns." Nasser said.

"I don't buy guns, I only sell bombs." The old man said.

"Huh?" Naser was stunned.

"Old man, I'm Qiao Guoyong,; Demoman, if nothing else, he will turn bombs. ”

"(⊙o⊙)...", Naser looked confused.

I think I'll be able to use the bomb when I escape, right?

"That's really troublesome senior, I don't need a bomb yet, next time." Nasser said, "Next time I think I'll probably buy all your bombs." ”

"So many bombs, what do you kid want to do?" Qiao Guoyong asked.

"It's nothing, it's just trying to turn half of the Wind Wing shelter area over." Nasser said.

"Good boy, I'm waiting for that day." Qiao Guoyong said with a smile.

"Yes." Nasser said.

"No more!" Qiao Guoyong turned around and went back after speaking.

If you want to create a branch of the Shadow Brotherhood, this old Demoman can be absorbed.

Naser thought to himself, and walked towards the next few shops.

"Nashar." From the Shadowmare vine came the voice of Sorotarch.

"Yes." Nasser replied.

"You better not buy guns." Sorotak said, "As for the pistol, Liu Qianning actually has one on hand. ”

"Is there one?" Nather asked.

"Well, a desert eagle, it's hard to imagine that she, a girl, actually uses a pistol that we men don't necessarily control." Sorotak sighed.

"She's a special soldier!" "Also, I prefer the revolver. ”

"And what do you know about Magnum's Falcon?" Sorotak said.

Magnum...... The Eagle? Naser asked rhetorically.

"Yes, the Desert Eagle is its modification, and the Magnum Eagle is the revolver." Sorotarch said, "I think Prometheus gave him at least one modification of his gun, and the magic will always change it." ”

"Let Prometheus draw the blueprints?" Nather asked rhetorically, "Are you all right in your head?" ”

"Don't believe him, but yesterday with the help of Hephaestus, he made a Chicago typewriter (official name: Thomson submachine gun)."

"Awesome, but the revolver should not be the same as a semi-automatic pistol, right?" Nasser asked.

"Prometheus is already demolishing your Colt Westwatch, whether it's okay or not, it's up to you to decide." Sorotak said.

"Wait, ammo question......" Nather had already interrupted him before he could finish asking.

"Bullet casings can be recovered, right? Gunpowder Prometheus tunes out, and the warhead ...... Now Hephaestus grinds all day long, what do you say? ”

"Okay, I'll take back the preface." Naser said that he didn't expect that he was the only one left in the whole team and did not improve.

"Don't tell me that Zelos hasn't shown up for so long, it's already too powerful." Nasser said.

"Yes, now Yunpu is afraid of being entangled and beaten by her, this girl's grappling is no worse than anyone else's now, and she also learned stealth with Hermes, remember?"

"I see." Nashur said, "No, I have to review my notes on the Demon Claw today!"

Nather thought to himself and ran to the zoo.

It's only halfway through the morning, so I still have to go to the zoo, otherwise my rent will be a problem.

So...... The review can only be put into the evening. (Author: 'Procrastination!') ’）