"A hundred dollars, sell it or not." Wang Qiang saw Fei Fei's face and bargained angrily.

"Hehe, Fei Fei, you better go to Old Man Ni's side to have a look, why don't you delay time, teasing." The second master snorted haha.

Zhang Feifei gritted her teeth: "Second master, can you be cheaper, sell it to me for four hundred yuan, I only have so much money." ”

The second master was stunned for a moment, and then said coldly: "Four hundred yuan, I suggest you buy this one, thousands of miles of sniper, Beike's product in 2078, although the time has been a little longer, and the maintenance is a little worse, but the use effect is still good." ”

Wang Qiang took the sniper shot for thousands of miles, stroked the cold body of the gun, and after a little inspection, he shook his head and said: "This gun is only worth fifty yuan at most, and the crosshairs of this gun will deviate if it is more than 100 meters away, and there will be no mistake." ”

The second master's eyes instantly sharpened: "It seems that you are still an expert in making guns, but unfortunately you have no money." ”

At this time, there was a loud knock on the door, and a thick voice roared: "The second master is not here, I'm here to buy something." ”

Seeing this, Zhang Feifei knew that the second master was going to send off the guests, so she could only pull Wang Qiang away in a huff.

Back on the street, Zhang Feifei said a little apologetically: "I'm sorry, Wang Qiang, I don't have that much money." ”

Wang Qiang smiled: "It's okay, the demon hunter just now, it's worth a hundred yuan." ”

"It can't be, the Demon Hunter is a special weapon that only the third-level snipers of the Northern Army are qualified to equip. Could it be that the second master's weapon is a copycat? Zhang Feifei asked with some disbelieving.

"I don't know if it's a knock-off, but the performance of that weapon is probably only worth so much money." Wang Qiang explained.

Suddenly, a stall on the side of the road attracted his attention, and Wang Qiang couldn't help but walk to the stall, picked up a rifle with a twisted butt and looked at it.

The old man who was guarding the stall was a half-blind old man, and when he saw a guest coming, he hurriedly put down the straw sandals he was weaving in his hand, and compared two fingers: "Twenty yuan, a price." ”

Wang Qiangyi checked the performance of the firearm, nodded happily at Zhang Feifei, and said, "This gun is good." ”

"Are you sure you want a weapon like this, and you won't waste money?" Zhang Feifei asked incredulously.

After paying the money, Wang Qiang picked up the blackened rifle and asked Zhang Feifei: "Do you know where there is a place to repair weapons?" ”

"What are you going to do?" Zhang Feifei asked.

"Of course, it's gun repair." Wang Qiang said.

Arriving at a specialized weapons repair shop, Wang Qiang handed the gun to the young repairman. The maintenance man glanced at the gun and knew that it was a stall, and said very impatiently: "Half a month, fifty yuan." ”

Zhang Feifei sighed: "Look at what you bought, the maintenance fee is so expensive, it's really a waste of my mother's hard-earned money." ”

Wang Qiang twisted his brows and said to the maintenance staff, borrow your maintenance tools.

The young maintenance man looked at each other angrily, Wang Qiang was unmoved, and after a short confrontation, the maintenance man compromised, and he shouted at the top of his voice: "Yu Lao, someone borrowed tools to repair the gun." Then he pointed to the inner room behind him and said, "Go in, there are people inside, borrow tools for five yuan a day, you can't take them away, you can only use them here." ”

Wang Qiang followed the narrow passage to the room in the repair shop, and saw an old man covered in oil in a somewhat messy workshop tossing in the spotlight.

When Wang Qiang saw it, he suddenly itched, and said to the old man: "Old man, let me come." ”

Unexpectedly, the old man glanced up at Wang Qiang, his eyes swept up and down, and then he said, get out of the way, and then continue to bury his head in work.

Wang Qiang was not annoyed, the workbench was large enough, and he found a slightly spacious place, Wang Qiang took the repair tools and began to concentrate on transforming the rifle in his hand.

This rifle is not of the conventional type and is supposed to be a special weapon. In this era when standard weapons rule the world, there must be only two kinds of people who can have a special weapon: one is a rich man who is either rich or expensive, and the other is an out-and-out fighting strongman.

The rifle was scarred throughout, the butt had been twisted, and it was clear that it had been through a terrible battle, and that it was able to twist the high-strength metal like this, and it was unimaginable how hard the weapon had endured.

Borrowing professional tools to slowly correct the distorted butt of the gun is a labor-consuming thing, and if it weren't for Wang Qiang's innate divine power, I'm afraid it would take a lot of money.

Finally, the distorted butt was corrected little by little, and Wang Qiang was covered in sweat like a bath.

Wang Qiang, who works up, is an extremely crazy person, time and place are nouns that do not exist at all for himself, and there are only guns in his eyes, only guns.

Zhang Feifei took the bored Zhang Xiaosan to accompany her silently, knowing that before the butt correction was completed, she ran out to buy dinner.

Wang Qiang, who was completely forgetful, was broken by a boxed lunch handed to him, looked up, only to find that dusk was approaching, Wang Qiang said to Zhang Feifei apologetically, I'm sorry for wasting your time.

And Zhang Feifei took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the sweat on Wang Qiang's head, this scene made Wang Qiang instantly obsessed.

After a haphazard dinner, the busy work continued, breaking the barrel, repairing parts, and restraighting, until late at night, the strange rifle was repaired, the blue-black rifle with its hideous barrel and two fang-like bayonets, alive and like a wild beast in the dim light.

Taking out a general-purpose bullet, Wang Qiang lightly loaded it, and the fragmented sniper scope had lost its effect, but Wang Qiang still aimed at the crosshairs of the test wall and hit the blind sniper.

After firing a bullet, Wang Qiang fell into deep thought, then disassembled the weapon, reassembled, and then recalibrated the shot, after hitting the bull's-eye with more than ten bullets in a row, Wang Qiang put down the weapon in his hand and shook his head again and again.

"What, there's something wrong with this weapon?" Zhang Feifei observed her words.

"Yes, there's something weird about this weapon." Wang Qiang pondered for a moment and replied.

"What's weird?"

"I feel like this gun has a soul, and every time it shoots, it desperately wants to take power from me, which is not normal." Wang Qiang said.

Zhang Feifei was full of suspicion, and said with no confirmation, Wang Qiang, you try to inject a little strength?

Wang Qiang nodded, shook his head again and said, "I don't know how to inject strength." Zhang Feifei thought about it for a while and suggested: "Why don't you act rashly?"

Reckless? Wang Qiang pondered, filled the magazine of the sniper rifle with bullets, and when he shot again, he did it in one go, and he no longer deliberately controlled the firearm, and only had the target in his eyes. As a result, the unthinkable happened, ten ordinary bullets were actually shot in one place, with an error of no more than 0.1 centimeter, and penetrated the shooting test wall on the opposite side!

Looking at the weapon in his hand, Wang Qiang nodded with satisfaction, this big gun is what he wants.

As he paid to leave, the repair shop clerk who routinely checked the equipment looked at the weapon test wall that had been blasted out of a huge hole, and he was a little relieved. This shooting wall is made of super materials, and even if you want to blow through it with a shoulder-fired rocket, you can't do it, but the hell it happened!

At this time, the time has come for Wang Qiang to show his wisdom, and he is reluctant to admit that he broke through the test wall, and there is no evidence in several experiments that the test wall was pierced by Wang Qiang with a rifle. Wang Qiang, who escaped, was pulled by Zhang Feifei and fled from the weapon repair shop.

The night sky was already full of stars, and a bright moon showed off its brilliance. Zhang Xiaosan was sent back to the off-road vehicle by Zhang Feifei to sleep, and now only Wang Qiang and her are left.

The world of the two is always beautiful, even if there is no money, no good clothes, no sweet words, as long as they can walk together and move forward silently, they will have the feeling they want.

Wang Qiang followed Zhang Feifei, walking step by step in the sparsely populated arms trading center, and occasionally there were one or two barking dogs from the silent street, but soon even the dogs were too tired to help but fall silent.

"Wang Qiang, I beg you to do me a favor in the future." Zhang Feifei suddenly spoke.

"Well, if you say something, I will help if you can do it." Wang Qiang replied as if he had made up his mind.

"If possible, take me to District 5 in the future." Zhang Feifei said.

"Okay, but what are you going to do Fei Fei?"

"I'm going to buy a house in the 5th arrondissement!"

"Okay, I'll help you. But what do I do now? ”

"You have to work hard with me, work hard and work hard, make money, make money, make money, and then go to the fifth district to buy a big house!" Zhang Feifei cheered and jumped, as if the big house was already standing in front of her, and the key was in her hand.

In the next two days, Zhang Feifei and Wang Qiang went in and out of the ninth district several times, purchased a large amount of ammunition and grenades, completed the ammunition supply, and obtained a large barrel of high-efficiency diesel fuel through connections. At the same time, Zhang Xiaomei, who was recuperating at home, also prepared food for the next half a month.

Everything was ready, and Zhang Feifei took Wang Qiang to the 19th District to find the bounty task. In Montenegro, the 20th district is the base camp of the 11th Division's four A regiments, and the 19th district is the 11th Division's forward command post and the external station of the Northern Office of the Mercenary Management Association.

Since the beginning of the zombie tide three years ago, the 18th Garrison Division stationed in Black Mountain City has been killed in two battles in Falling Hammer Town and Black Mountain City, and the division commander has been killed in battle, and the 18th Division has been in the process of reconstruction, and now it is only recruiting and training in the hinterland of the alliance.

Last year, the 12th Division stationed in Montenegro moved north to garrison the important town of Jiangkou to fight against the zombie tide on the north bank of the estuary, and Montenegro City is currently under the control of a supernumerary division of the 11th Division.

Even the largest division of the five armies in the north, the eleventh division still felt powerless to defend Montenegro City, but the entire northern defense line stretched for thousands of miles, and the entire northern army was overstretched. As for the alliance itself, it has been pinned down by the severe war on the Shencheng side, and the southern armies have also been transferred to the direction of Shencheng to fight in turns, and there is no time to care about the north at all. Therefore, the Northern Army thought of using civilian forces to alleviate the crisis of the situation, so it vigorously announced the outsourcing task in the name of the military.

The Mercenary Management Association issues campaign-level combat bounties to major mercenary groups, and the bounties for these missions are paid for by the alliance chaebol and the military.

As a last resort, the entire northern and eastern mercenary groups have developed in full swing, and so far, there are hundreds of mercenary teams of various sizes. These mercenary groups are as small as thirty or fifty people, and the largest Flame mercenary group has nearly 10,000 people, and they are all veterans of a hundred battles.

With hundreds of mercenary teams and numerous bounty hunters and corpse hunters, there are probably more than a million civilian organizations along the northern and eastern borders helping the military defend the last lifeline of humanity!