People who can trade at trade fairs are not simple people. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The bosses present saw that Fang Yinghao seemed to have some intention to target Chen Guang, so they began to use words to provoke, lest the world be chaotic.

Someone touted: "I still have to come to the town with the motorcycle party, I heard that your brother hero got a heavy machine gun, take it out and open everyone's eyes!" ”

At the moment, their eyes were full of amusement, and they all wanted to see what good things the motorcycle party had.

Fang Yinghao said: "Zhao Laosan, don't want to set me up, not to mention that there will be no good things like heavy machine guns here, even if there is, everyone will hide it." I didn't bring anything good this time, just three 95 automatic rifles plus 500 rounds of ammunition. ”

Fang Yinghao shook his long hair full of gel cream, and his face was proud.

"Your motorcycle party deserves to be one of the Big Four, you can shoot three 95s and carry 500 rounds of ammunition, you are more courageous than your brother!"

The people around showed a look of envy and greed, whether it was mutant beast meat or bullets, they were all high-consumption materials, and for a while, the price of bullets was even higher than the price of rifles.

"You Fang Yinghao are so arrogant, you can't let you steal the limelight, I also want a piece of the pie." A scarface who had threatened Chen Guang before also stood up suddenly, untied his backpack and took out a wooden box inside, and used a dagger to pry open the nail board, and everyone straightened their heads to see clearly.

"Yo, 20 wooden-handled grenades!"

Everyone let out a low groan of amazement, and even Fang Yinghao lifted his hair to look at the box and swallowed his saliva fiercely.

In the ghost city, no one will shoot heavy weapons, and there will be a shortage of bullets, and this grenade is even more precious, in addition to dealing with large mutant beasts, the most important thing is that in the ghost market firefight, it can definitely become an existence that turns the situation around.

Even Chen Guang, didn't he rely on snatching the grenade of a juvenile delinquent to get down the garage?

Scarface learned the movements of the God of Gambling in the movie, opened a piece of chocolate and chewed it in his mouth, and then motioned to the little brother to push the box to the center of the round table, complacently admiring everyone's praise and envy, as well as jealousy.

Then everyone released their supplies one after another, ready to start discussing the transaction, Fang Yinghao suddenly knocked on the table and asked everyone to be quiet.

"The new boss of the car repair shop, do you understand the rules, everyone is here to trade, time is precious, don't think that you can afford to pay a ton of mutant meat, you can slap your swollen face and become fat here."

As soon as these words came out, everyone found out that Chen Guang was just sitting on a chair, not even taking out a bullet or a piece of meat.

"What kind of big-tailed wolf, it's rare to have a trade fair, and come out with a guy who is strong and strong, the guards really took a ton of our mutant meat for nothing."

Someone saw that Chen Guang didn't speak, and he didn't take out decent supplies, so he began to forget the advice of the guards, and his words began to be a little aggressive, filled with a burst of breath that would start fighting if he didn't agree with each other.

They also seem to be dissatisfied with the exploitation of the ghost market, every time they deliver a ton of mutant beast meat, it will hurt whoever they are, since Fang Yinghao is the first to jump out, they don't mind adding fuel to the fire and expanding the matter.

"It seems that the Qi family brothers are really a waste, they let a wild man sneak attack in one night, I knew it was so easy, and Lao Tzu did it first."

Fang Yinghao knew that the captain of the guard intended to eliminate Chen Guang, so he had the appearance of fearlessness, otherwise he would never dare to target Chen Guang like this on his own.

"Boy, don't think that you can rest easy by taking someone else's territory." Fang Yinghao's face flashed a trace of gloom, he really wanted to do it now, but Xiong Ren's team had not yet appeared, which made him scruples, what he said was very arrogant, but in fact, he knew in his heart that he was not 100% sure.

He threatened: "I don't have the strength to hold the territory, and no matter how many sneak attack methods I have, I will make a wedding dress for others." ”

Matching his tone, he punched a punch mark on the table, the steel plate as fragile as a sponge in his hand.

"Do I have the strength, can you try it?" Chen Guang chuckled and said, "Oh, I forgot, I don't know who was near Wangtai Town, who was killed by me and left my sister and subordinates behind, and escaped by himself?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Fang Yinghao was furious, and he was about to flip the table impulsively, when suddenly a hand was on his shoulder and suddenly held him down.

Jiang He suddenly appeared beside him, and said with a hippie smile: "Everyone is seeking money, why should things outside the trade fair be stiff here, Boss Chen might as well take out the things for everyone to see, so that everyone doesn't speculate." ”

Chen Guang and Jiang He glanced at each other, and then asked his subordinates to drive the car in, at this time people began to talk to each other, these bosses generally only trade weapons, if this Chen boss can't come up with something more valuable than a rifle, it will really be laughed to death.

When the vehicle came to the densest part of the crowd, Chen Guang's men lifted three large bags from the car.

The large bag looks bulging and looks unusually load-bearing.

"Don't be a dead fish caught in the river, right?" The scarred face that threatened Chen Guang with words, played with the dagger with a bad look, and seemed to be angry about Chen Guang's occupation of the car repair shop.

The others were also very interested, and they wanted to see what good things this foreign turtle had obtained in the Qi brothers' warehouse.

Chen Guang kept looking at the situation outside the playground, and he was not very interested in the matters of the transaction.

"I've heard that it seems that this Boss Chen only needs mutant crystals and slaves, and mutant beast meat at all."

The corners of Scarface's mouth twitched, and his face was very ugly.

Here in the ghost market, the price of the spar was originally very low, if it weren't for the news that the king of Yama controlled the military and did not hide it, people brought in the military leaflets, and the price of a spar was 2.5 tons, which is equivalent to two and a half 95 automatic rifles, so the price of the spar also went all the way up, reaching 5-7 tons each.

That's a very high price!

Here, a clan with a few weapons and some beast meat will live a very nourishing life, but now almost everyone uses mutant hedras as storage gold, resulting in an extreme shortage of hedrons.

The most important thing is that Scarface had already been sold to King Yama at a low price when the news of the spar came.

"M's, do you want Lao Tzu to go and grab the slave for him now? Let's see, if it's the real thing, it's good......"

Scarface was still thinking about whether to wait for the second half of the way to set up an ambush to attack Chen Guang, and at Chen Guang's signal, several people opened the bag.

The sound of metal clattering sounded, and everyone pricked up their ears to listen, only to see a row of black objects placed on the table.

People's eyes widened, and some struggled to react.

Is that... Brand new 95 automatic rifle?

"Ten 95 automatic rifles? That's a lot of mutant beast meat! The scar on Scarface's face shook as the gun appeared, and whoever it was would not trade for ten rifles at once.

It seems that the brothers of the Qi family really made this kid rich overnight!

The formation of the ghost market, from the military occupation to the retreat, and then to the control of the king of Yama, has always been a one-handed transaction, and there have never been so many rifles at once.

Fang Yinghao stared at the row of rifles, his head was clouded, he knew that if these guns were used against him, in the absence of his eldest brother, the motorcycle party would really be in danger.

The next thing that appeared was a long barrel, and the tripod suddenly stood in front of everyone's eyes with a click, and a heavy round magazine appeared under the barrel, which made people's hearts beat faster.

It's a Type 95 light machine gun!

This kind of machine gun is the class weapon of the army in the last days, and almost a squad has a Type 95 light machine gun, and now it will not easily flow out of the military!

When dealing with large mutant beasts and corpses, this gun has an excellent fire suppression effect, which can tear people's bodies apart, even if they encounter mutant beasts with strong defense, they can deal with the past.

The most important thing is that the cartridges of this machine gun and the cartridges of the 95 rifle are universal, and some parts can also be used interchangeably!

Jiang He glanced at Chen Guang and almost laughed, he was a little surprised that Chen Guang actually took out the machine gun directly, and then thought of the next situation, and used his palm to hide his strange expression.

"Machine guns are all sold? What kind of person is this......"

People go from talking in a low voice to talking loudly, and they can't help but show a strong sense of possessiveness. Scarface's entire body leaned forward, as if he wanted to snatch the machine gun and hold it in his arms.

At this moment, there was a noise on the road, and then more than a dozen large and small cars broke in, brutally knocked over the tables along the road, and stopped next to Chen Guang's truck with a bang.

The doors of the car slammed open, and the gunners on the car rushed out, led by a tall middle-aged man, his eyes were like fire, but his voice was like snowflakes in the cold wind.

"Where is the man who killed my son?"