As Lao Hei said, the situation of the black race in Dingwu City is really bad.

Even a hundred years ago, when information dissemination was extremely convenient, there was a saying that "spreading rumors with one mouth, refuting rumors and breaking legs", let alone now?

Due to the prejudice of others, Lao Hei and his people could not find regular jobs or be allocated farmland suitable for farming, and the strict household registration system forbade them to move out of Dingwu, so the blacks had to go into the mountains to hunt, relying on the basic salary paid by the government and the income from the sale of prey.

In order to survive, in order to have a better life, hunters take risks, some capture demonized creatures alive, domesticate and sell, and some take advantage of the opportunity to fight monsters to bury guns, falsely report damage, and eliminate the serial number of guns and sell them privately.

This is not a job that can be done by one person, there must be a complete system, and there must be a gang with a clear division of labor.

And the bald black man in front of him, who calls himself Lao Hei, is likely to be the key person in charge of gun sales.

Jiang Mubai was suspicious and asked: "You sell guns so openly, aren't you afraid that I will report to the serious crime team?" ”

Lao Hei pursed his lips and smiled nonchalantly: "What can I do if I report, I have a hunter qualification certificate, I am legally armed with a gun, as for what I just said, if I am drunk and say something drunk, can it still be used as evidence?" ”

Selling guns and selling fame has not been put in prison, this old black must have some means, and it will never be as simple as he said.

However, how can other people's industry secrets be so easy to set out, Jiang Mubai asked very simply: "The capacity of revolver and shotgun bullets is too small, the error tolerance rate is low, is there anything else?" ”

"Other guns? Yes, not sold. "It's not as good as the hunters on the front line of the anti-demon movement on the seaside, but if we really run into a large-scale clean-up mission, we can at least apply for rifles and grenade launchers." But it was a second-class weapon, and the scrutiny was so strict that it was impossible to sell it. ”

"What about self-loading pistols? I'm used to using 9mm or 5.8mm caliber ones, is there? "Jiang Mubai is not interested in rifles, he needs a self-defense weapon that can be carried around and easy to hide.

"Hey, he's a connoisseur." Lao Hei slapped his face, shook his head and said, "We don't need that thing, it's easy to get stuck." Besides, to deal with monsters, the lethality of the revolver is reliable. ”

Jiang Mubai frowned slightly, a little regretful, revolvers and semi-automatic pistols have their own pros and cons, strictly speaking, semi-automatic pistols are actually safer, because the revolver is not airtight, as for problems such as jamming duds, they can be eliminated with proficiency.

Speaking of power, in order to exert the power of the revolver, it has to use a large-caliber flowering long bullet, increasing the caliber is to increase the weight of the warhead and increasing the kinetic energy, and the warhead flowering is to improve the stopping effect, in addition to the additional charge to increase the muzzle velocity, which makes the recoil increase greatly when firing, sacrificing range and accuracy.

Fortunately, the positioning of the pistol is a close-range self-defense weapon, and the revolver is not unacceptable.

However, the revolver on the bar is similar in appearance to the Colt python that uses .44 Magnum bullets, with a total length of more than 30 centimeters, which does not meet Jiang Mubai's needs.

This gun is too big to carry around.

After thinking about it, Jiang Mubai asked, "Is there a smaller revolver?" Preferably a tactical revolver with an 8-round capacity. ”

"It's obviously a wheel, why do you keep saying the revolver." Lao Hei muttered in a low voice, and finally didn't shake his head again, "There are smaller ones, but there are no tactical revolvers you said, and the ammunition capacity is not enough, so you can buy two." Hey, did you bring any money? ”

Jiang Mubai crossed his hands, suppressed the urge to reach out and touch the money, and lied without blushing and heartbeat: "I only brought a thousand." ”

"A thousand is a thousand, take it, it's not a deposit, it's you who invited me to drink, understand?" Lao Hei threw out a look that everyone understands, "Leave an address, someone will deliver it to you tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, and give him the money at that time." ”

So that's the case, Jiang Mubai knew in his heart that he couldn't do anything in the tavern, even if he reported it to the serious crime team, it was meaningless, as for the people who came to "deliver the goods", it was estimated that they were the old, weak, sick and disabled people in the old black group, even if they were caught by the serious crime team and stolen goods, it was a big deal to go to prison and squat, and they could still take care of food and housing. Even if they are sentenced to death and shot, people who do not have enough to eat often do not have much reverence for the law.

Jiang Mubai took out his wallet, took out ten hundred-yuan bills and put them on the table, and said half-jokingly: "You haven't negotiated the price yet?" Shouldn't a smaller gun be cheaper? ”

Lao Hei waved his hand: "Don't talk about the price, I have the final say." Two handfuls, sixty thousand, one hundred and one bullets, don't pull down. ”

"Then I'll make up an auspicious number, sixty-six bullets, a total of sixty-six thousand six, and I will have the money ready. Also, I need to practice, you should have a shooting range, right? Jiang Mubai stared at Lao Hei when he spoke, and saw that his expression did not change in the slightest, and he was convinced in his heart that he was really a local, not a "foreigner". In Western culture, 666 is not an auspicious number, on the contrary, 666 is a symbol of the devil and Satan.

"Yes, five hundred and one hours." The old black lion opened his mouth.

"Okay." Jiang Mubai has always been cheerful in doing things, and after paying the deposit and leaving the address, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Hey, wait a minute." Lao Hei stopped Jiang Mubai, his eyes were intriguing, "You have been a soldier?" ”

"What do you think?" Jiang Mubai gave an ambiguous reply.

Lao Hei smashed his mouth and said, "Can you tell me, why did you buy a gun?" ”

"I can't." Jiang Mubai replied very decisively, and turned around and went out after speaking.

It's not enough to rely on two pistols, seizing the time to cultivate and improving your strength as soon as possible is the way to cure the root cause.

If Jiang Mubai is as good as a stone mountain, even if he doesn't have a backer, Ye Nanfeng will have to weigh it if he wants to retaliate against him, for the sake of a dog, whether it is worth it or not.

If Jiang Mubai stepped into the third realm like the Qiu Pavilion Master, Tong Aqi would have taken off his shirt in the morning to "bear the dog's guilt".

After spending a day and a night cultivating the acupoint with spiritual temperature, Jiang Mubai consolidated the new realm, put the target on the next acupoint, and waited for the next opportunity to open the acupoint.

The next night, the old black woman wrapped in a headscarf and wearing a mask came to Longjin Street with two imitation revolvers, which were of acceptable quality, and delivered the package to the chess and card room designated by Jiang Mubai.

After completing the transaction, Jiang Mubai took two imitation revolvers and rode his newly bought bicycle to the old black tavern.

I haven't used a gun for too long, so I have to find the feel.

You can't shoot at will in the city, and you may encounter demonic creatures in the deep forest, so it's safest to practice in the shooting range.

Two hours later, in the humble shooting range, Jiang Mubai returned his guns to his pocket, nodded with satisfaction, and took out five hundred and handed them to the dumbfounded old black.

"I don't take any money from you." Lao Hei stared at the twelve bullet holes on the twelve paper target hearts, and hurriedly waved his hand, "You...... Can you teach me? ”

"I can't teach it." Jiang Mubai smiled and shook his head, "Practice makes perfect, oh, opening your eyes has a great improvement in shooting, if you have the conditions, you might as well try to cultivate." ”

Lao Hei watched Jiang Mubai leave the shooting range in a daze, picked up the bullet casings scattered all over the place, and muttered in a low voice.

"Where's the sharpshooter, it can't be the rebels, right? Damn, if he's a rebel, that's ......."