"I know what you're talking about!" The waiter stopped counting the money and said nervously to Cheng Bin, looking like a harmless little white rabbit.

Cheng Bin raised his left hand, pinched the left placket of his jacket and flirted it outward, revealing the pit pouch to the waiter. The latter was stunned, looking a little hesitant, Cheng Bin pointed to the banknote in his hand, "Find the right person, I'll leave directly." ”

The waiter looked at the bills in his hand, and although he hadn't counted them yet, he was sure that they were more than enough for a glass of beer.

"Okay." He glanced behind the bar and said, "Room Five, look for Mr. A." ”

"Mr. A from Wang's room?" Cheng Bin said: "Shouldn't it be Mr. F?" ”

Mr. F is in room three. The waiter said subconsciously.

It wasn't until Cheng Bin walked away with a beer that he suddenly remembered, as if there was something wrong with the conversation between the two people just now.

Cheng Bin walked around the bar, and sure enough, he saw a row of rooms stretching along the wall, he walked inside, and soon saw the room with the number "five" hanging on the door.

After only one knock on the door, a crack was opened and a bearded face was revealed.

"Who are you looking for?" He asked.

"Is Mr. A there?" Cheng Bin said: "I want to buy something. ”

The man looked at him, let go of the door, and said, "Come in." ”

There were quite a few people in room five, seven or eight people, playing cards around a table. The person who opened the door walked up to a thin middle-aged man at the table, whispered a few words in his ear, the man glanced up at Cheng Bin, and asked, "What do you want to buy?" My stuff isn't cheap. ”

"White light sights." Cheng Bin took two steps, stood about five steps away from Mr. A, looked at him and said, "Money is not a problem. ”

Mr. A was stunned for a moment, looked at Cheng Bin deeply for a while, and then turned his head to the crowd around the table and smiled: "Do you think he knows what he is talking about?" ”

The men laughed, and one got up from his seat, revealing a pistol stuck in his waist.

"I've got a Glock XVIII on me." Cheng Bin said very calmly: "There are sixteen bullets in the gun, and you can just spread two per person." ”

"But I don't like trouble, and I don't want to have to find someone to buy bullets when I walk out of here," he said. ”

Mr. A looked at him and laughed, "You know what? He said: "Can one against eight be so optimistic? You look funny. ”

Cheng Bin looked at him, politely squeezed a smile on his face, and looked at Mr. A without speaking.

"Your outfit." After the two looked at each other for a while, Mr. A took the initiative to retreat, after all, he was the businessman among the two.

"It looks like a revenant," he said. He pressed the cards he was holding on the table.

"Want to play a game?" He asked suddenly.

Seeing Cheng Bin shaking his head, he spread his hands and said, "Okay, I have what you want, but I don't know if you understand the market, this kind of thing has happened to rise in price recently." ”

"Just when I just walked into this room?" Cheng Bin is starting to get tired of Mr. A's chatter, to be honest, this is not quite the same as the black market trade he imagined, generally speaking, the black market businessman in the movie should not go rap style as long as his skin is white for a day.

"It sounds very targeted," he said. ”

"No, no, you're mistaken." "I've been here for a long time, so long enough to give up some profits to maintain my reputation, so I'm not going to raise the price temporarily, I'm telling the truth, it's been since yesterday," Mr. A said. ”

He looked at Cheng Bin and said after hesitating for a moment: "I'll send you a message for free, someone paid a lot of money to buy mutant beasts, so many of your peers plan to invest some money to improve their equipment, which makes my inventory a little tight, so I can only increase the price." ”

He said to Cheng Bin very seriously: "Do you understand when I say this? ”

Cheng Bin pursed his lips and looked at him, and after a long while, he nodded and said, "This is really surprising news. ”

"Looks like you didn't want the scope because of the news." Mr. A said thoughtfully, "You may not believe it, but I prefer to do business with people like you." ”

He said, "Zoom or zoom? "I have M3A and PM2, the latter sells a little better, but if you want something else, like unertl......"

“M3A。” Cheng Bin glanced at him and interrupted him very decisively. He said, "I'm going to see the goods first." ”

Mr. A looked at him and laughed, "Okay." ”

He waved his hand, and someone walked out of the room. Then Mr. A stood up, walked to the side and poured himself a glass of wine, "You look professional." He said, "Interested in doing something else?" ”

"Not interested for the time being." Cheng Bin said.

"That means you'll be interested in the future?" Mr. A looked at him curiously, "What do you call it?" ”

Cheng Bin glanced at him and said lightly: "Do I still have to register to buy things from you?" ”

Mr. A burst out laughing and said, "Of course not. But I like to collect the contact details of those who deserve it. He looked at Cheng Bin and said, "You know, in my industry, connections are the most critical, and you never know when you will need what kind of talents." What is the most expensive in the new era? It's talent! ”

He raised his glass and gestured to Cheng Bin, "Do you really want to leave your contact information with me?" ”

Cheng Bin was silent for a moment, reaching out and pulling out a plastic card from his pocket, an action that made the others in the room nervous, but in the end nothing happened.

Cheng Bin grabbed the card with the second finger of his right hand, shook his wrist slightly, and threw the card out, which was inserted on Mr. A's placket.

"That's how I'm going to get in touch." He said.

Mr. A was stunned for a moment, and he didn't know if he was frightened by the card that Cheng Bin suddenly threw out. He slowly lifted his hand to remove the card from the placket of his shirt and lowered his gaze to look at it.

“SOD。” He took a deep breath, "Frankly, I really didn't expect the hunters of SOD to come to me for something. ”

"I like to have a little more choice." Cheng Bin said lightly.

Mr. A nodded, "Very valuable quality." ”。

Just then, the person who had just gone out came back, carrying a rectangular box in his hand.

Mr. A motioned for the man to put the box on the table, and returned the card to Cheng Bin himself, "If you say that, can I understand that you will not only accept SOD's tasks?" ”

"I mean, if you want to ask me to do something, you have to add money." Cheng Bin said lightly.

Mr. A laughed and motioned for Cheng Bin to open the box.

The so-called M3A is a standard varifocal 10x white light sight in prehistoric times, mainly distributed to precision shooters for long-range sniping, strictly speaking, it is not for professional snipers, or in other words, it is the most suitable large-scale equipment of all professional sniper scopes. That's why Mr. A said that another PM2 with adjustable focus sells a little better.

However, for Cheng Bin, he bought sights for Rebecca, although Rebecca's SSG is a professional sniper rifle, but Rebecca is not a professional sniper, and it is estimated that she will not be a professional sniper, so M3A is more suitable for her.

This is also the reason why Mr. A immediately decided that he was different from the glamorous slut who suddenly decided to be a sniper in the past few days, and it was clear that Cheng Bin not only understood the performance of these models, but also understood his own needs, and for a gunman, the latter was definitely the most precious.