"Not necessarily." Wen Feng pressed the old man's hand, "A complete deck of playing cards, the tip of spades is not the biggest." Wen Feng said with a smile. As he spoke, he took the card in his hand and threaded it from beginning to end on the deck of cards on the table. Then he turned over his card to the old man, and it was a king.

"You...... You are out of a thousand ......" The old man shouted loudly in disbelief as he stared at the cards in Wen Feng's hand, and the scattered drinkers around him gathered towards this position with hideous faces. Some people showed bright knives.

Wen Feng still looked at the old man happily, "Maybe you didn't take out the king, maybe it's not necessarily." ”

"There's never going to be a king in this deck!" The old man turned over all the cards, but he was stunned by the cards in front of him, and sat down on his chair. The deck of cards is all kings. "This ...... This...... That's impossible...... No one can swap cards in front of my eyes......" he muttered as he stared at the deck. The whole small bar fell silent, and the old man was stunned for a moment, then he raised his hand to stop those who had gathered around, and motioned for them to go back.

Wen Feng leisurely took back the gold coin and glanced at the old man with a goatee.

The old man stood up again from his chair and nodded at Wen Feng and He Baobao, "Follow me." With that, he walked towards the stage behind him.

He Baobao took Wen Feng and followed the old man, she just wanted to ask something, but was stopped by Wen Feng's look.

The old man stopped on the left side of the stage and suddenly started a tap dance, "What is he doing?" He Baobao finally couldn't help it, and quickly knocked out a Morse code on the back of Wen Feng's hand.

Wen Feng nibbled on He Baobao's smile and winked at her, "He's also knocking on the password." Sure enough, after the old man jumped a dozen times, a small door leading to the underground appeared on the side of the stage.

When you enter the small door, the small door will automatically close, and the old man walked in front and said, "Now I look very closely, many things are gone, maybe you can't find what you want, but you have to pay when you come in, this rule cannot be changed." ”

"Hehe, that is, it's not about what we want, it's about what you have, right?" He Baobao said with a smile.

"Yes." The old man replied silently.

"But I want a lot of things." Wen Feng put his hand on the old man's shoulder very well, "Can you give some discounts?" ”

"It depends on what I have here." The old man turned his head sideways and smiled at Wen Feng. "I'm curious, where did you get that gold coin? You're not from a mercenary organization. ”

"Oh, this one, snatched it, I killed a guy and snatched it from her. Oh, by the way, that woman's name is Isabella the Demon Slayer Angel. Wen Feng smiled wickedly. PIU, just such a shot, her brain burst open. Wen Feng made a shooting motion with his hand.

He Baobao was stunned when she heard Wen Feng's words, she opened her eyes wide and looked at Wen Feng tightly, "It turned out that it was really you ......" but Wen Feng still smiled at her, and entered a small dirt gate in front of him with the old man.

This is a dark room of about 10 square meters, when the old man turned on the light in the dark room, He Baobao couldn't help but open his mouth wide, ",, this is an arsenal!" She grabbed Wen Feng's hand and opened her mouth wide in shock, and it took a while to close her mouth.

"Now there are only so many, and heavy weapons can't get in." The old man was very dissatisfied, took the cigarette he was smoking from Wen Feng's mouth, threw it on the ground, and stepped on it fiercely with his foot.

"We can't bring heavy weapons, these can already sentence you to death......" He Baobao ran to the wall full of pistols as if he had found a treasure. Colt A33, 30 rounds of magazines, point 45 caliber enough to kill an elephant, hehe, I like this. Saying that, she inserted two silver Colt A33s into her waist, and took 2 and threw the sand eagle to Wen Feng, "This is your favorite." ”

The old man took the calculator and watched He Baobao greedily stuff the equipment into the backpack, and quickly typed out a string of numbers.

"Damn, what are you doing with so many C4s, are you going to blow up the mountain?" Wen Feng looked at He Baobao with some horror.

"Bring more, just in case." He Baobao pursed his little tongue and almost wiped out the entire wall. "This German St88 sapper shovel is not bad either." As he spoke, he was about to stuff it into his backpack.

"That costs $4,000." The old man added this set of numbers to the calculator.

"What? $4000? You're not kidding, are you? He Baobao looked back at the old man with a goatee and said with a shocked face, and took the sapper shovel out of his bag and put it back on the shelf very unwillingly.

"If it's really St88, it's worth the price." Wen Feng sat on the platform in the middle of the dark room and said leisurely.

"This is true, it was captured by the Hubei army on the battlefield in Afghanistan, and these were not opened at that time, this is the last handful. Do you want? Maybe I'll buy it tomorrow. "The old man showed his true colors as a profiteer.

"I'm sure you must have a lot more." Wen Feng jumped down from the platform, walked to He Baobao, took down the sapper shovel from the shelf, looked at the old man, and then looked at the stone platform in the middle of the room.

"Okay, you can give it a try, but if it's true, you're going to buy it, and you can't lose a penny." The old man looked at the stone platform very painfully and said.

"$3,000, no more." Wen Feng smiled wickedly, and waved it casually with the sapper shovel.

"Deal!" The old man said categorically.

The sapper shovel then slashed down on the stone platform, and with only a crisp sound of "snort", it easily split a corner of the stone platform that was almost 15 centimeters thick. And there is no damage to its surface. Wen Feng casually threw the sapper shovel to He Baobao. "Keep it, remember to take that sheath with you, or you'll break your backpack."

"It's so heavy! I can't take it, so you can take it. He Baobao was very struggling, and carried the backpack to Wen Feng's body and threw it on the ground.

"You're so greedy, you don't need this, you don't need this, and this,, you can take this too......" Wen Feng took out a lot of things and spread them on the stone platform. We're not going to war, you're going to destroy a small country with that. ”

"That's a lot...... A lot of people haven't played it. He Baobao pouted and said dissatisfiedly.

The old man was very distressed and watched Wen Feng take out almost all the things in his bag, "Why are you planning to do this?" ”

"Well, that's pretty much it. By the way, send ten magazines of bullets. Wen Feng unceremoniously threw a dozen magazines into his backpack.

"30 magazines, 500 rounds, 2 Colts, 2 sand hawks, a sapper shovel. Don't want anything else? The old man looked at Wen Feng painfully and asked.

"That's enough." Wen Feng hugged the old man's shoulder very kindly and took out a check.

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