Jonathan was not in a hurry to accept the money bag, picked out a few coins that were too small in size, grabbed them with two fingers, and shook them violently, the cement wall suddenly had a few more small pits, and his voice could break people's eardrums: "Bald!" This can be called a coin! Bring the new ones! Otherwise, strong Joe picks your eyeballs down to make a coin! ”

The guards were a little restless, Simon duly drew his saber and danced with one finger, the sharp blade flashed with the smile of the gunner, the old fritters calmed their anger with each other, the head of the guard coughed and spat bloody phlegm, and when he saw that the deal was negotiated, he beckoned to put away the stick and the knife. Firearms have always belonged to the strong in the wasteland, and bullets are expensive consumables.

Coins poured into the money bag with a pleasant ear like Victoria Falls, Simon noticed that many coins did not match his impression of "coins" at all, most of them were violently pressed by soda bottle caps, and the real old-time coins were naturally the sharp goods of the monetary system, and the value of ten copper-nickel coins with bald eagles printed on the reverse side was dizzy.

Bullets are more scarce than coins, but few idiots will pay the other party as money for the murder weapon, and the other party who has been supplied with bullets will most likely greet the price again at night.

Simon meets the idiot.

"Who's that?" Simon asked in a low voice. Blackwater is barely a thoroughfare, and caravans of large caravans of two-headed cattle come several times a month, either to sell them or to transshipment them to the north. The war has hit the East Coast credit hard, whether it is the Empire or the Free Alliance, the profits are reduced, the risks are increased, and naturally no one wants to go.

Jonathan was happily counting the coins and casually glancing at the goods dump at the end of town, where the caravan mercenaries were hooking up with the town guards and even sharing cigarettes. Apparently known for a long time. The caravan leader wearing a dust towel pinned a machete to his waist and enthusiastically clinked glasses with the mayor of Blackwater, Ludenhauer, spoiling the town's homeless. The town's rule of no private fights clearly doesn't apply to those who make the rules, and two "bangs" are fired, and the mayor impatiently shoots and kills two idiots who crossed the security line. Beside the mayor are two ammunition crates. Simon visually estimated that if the town guards were equipped with a few AR rifles, it would be enough to fight with open fire for half a day.

"Oh, it's Wyatt Company, Joe used to be a mercenary in it, and the salary is very happy." Jonathan spread the coins flat on the table, swiped over nearly 200 coins to Simon, and said, "This is your payment, and the extra few coins are the money Joe asked you for the drink in advance, and bring my son." ”

"Joe has something to do!" Simon watched in amazement as Jonathan walked away, hooking a woman on his left and right shoulders who only covered his shame with a short strip of cloth, and there was no need to say what he was going to do next. When Peter saw that his father got money, he went to fool around and get drunk, shrugged his shoulders, and the height of the boy was up to Simon's shoulders, and the harsh environment would make the boy become a man faster.

Simon straightened Peter's messy hairline, patted his back, picked up his sniper rifle and said, "I also have some things to do, where is the supply station?" ”

On the way across Montenegro, Simon counted the remaining weapons. Magnum bullets of the python revolver are the most difficult to replenish, this kind of high-power bullets in the old era did not mean that every gun store could buy them, and the remaining 5 bullet nests of 30 bullets had to be spared. It's hard to deal with the bears, and it definitely doesn't take a second shot against a human skull.

Simon prepared a barrel of other calibers for the M110A4 sniper rifle, and lost the assistance of the exoskeleton, and it was too hurtful to hit the 50 armor-piercing bullets with his flesh and blood, and the remaining 50 bullets were just one magazine, but fortunately there was a spare barrel, and the 7.62 bullets were easy to replenish wherever they were placed.

"Ten coins for one bullet?" Simon tried his best to suppress his irritability, and the Blackwater Gun Store lightly tossed a price of ten to one, 200 coins for two magazine bullets, which is really a good deal! Pete padded toes and reminded him to put at most three for one in normal times, that is, the gun shop!

Simon looked at the window of the gun shop that had been welded with more than a dozen layers of waste steel bars, and the guard of Blackwater Town stood loosely on the ground with an Uzi submachine gun, and really told Simon who has the final say here, maybe the shop owner would rather have more than one thing than less, but as long as Simon dares to act rashly, the time for the M110A4 to shoot is enough for the Uzi to shoot the light magazine.

"Yes, but for the sake of seeing that you are a sniper, the old lady will give you a discount, seven for one." The teller of the gun shop sat on his side with his buttocks raised, bowing his body, and the short shirt made of woven bags was difficult to hide the spring light, especially the teller pretended to make the two plumps to the front of the cabinet, sucked his fingertips, and suggested seductively: "But the little handsome guy is willing to accompany others, and people consider considering five for one." ”

The guards laughed and got into the bed of the black-hearted cow in Blackwater Town, and there was no one who didn't tremble on his three legs! The guard looked at Simon with disdain. This foreign sniper who captured the "heart" at the first photo is very good-looking. The military uniform is capable, habitually standing straight, the face is handsome under the sunshade penny hat, and the eyebrow bones are just right, with shallow scars, which adds some vicissitudes of life. The wind and sand in the streets are swirling, bringing up the sideburns with vivid colors, and the steel-blue eyes are firm and silent at first glance, and it is not difficult to read the tenacity hidden under the eyes, like the leaden blue night sky dotted with stars, extremely twinkling. Don't say it, it looks like a little white face!

"Sniper!" Before the sound arrived, only the laborers were left on the material dumping field, and the Wyatt mercenary appeared outside the gun shop, the leader kicked away the rubble in his big leather boots, and put his hand in his trouser pocket, Simon barely saw the trace, and the man stood in front of him, looking at Simon with interest, to be precise, Simon's sniper rifle with camouflage cloth wrapped around his back.

"Where did the guns come from?" The leader raised his chin and said, the mercenary Qing Yishui is equipped with AK, in the old era, at most it was militia-level firepower, and the rangers were too lazy to look at it, summoning rockets to plow the ground, and it was disgusting to do it, but in the new era of lack of heavy weapons, short and strong assault fire was completely the king of street fighting.

Simon's hand was always clasped on the side of the holster, and the leader was a round stronger than him, Simon needed to look up, his expression was calm, and he replied, "Dead man." ”

The leader laughed dryly, the spider embroidered with red silk thread in front of the vest was the Wyatt company emblem, the Grid/Rock pistol was inserted in the vest, and the leader spread out his hands and circled in place, as if deliberately letting Simon see the movements clearly, the leader slowly pulled out the pistol and aimed it at Simon's forehead, of course, the revolver was also aimed at his forehead.

"I'm going to buy your sniper rifle and make a price." Wyatt's mercenary then picked up his AK, and Peter consciously flashed behind the wall pillar, unable to die for a stranger he had known for less than half a month.

"Get out." Simon showed eight white teeth and said succinctly,