In the taxi, Fang Lin gradually figured out the purpose of the glasses he snatched, it has a skill called reconnaissance: the function is to continue to consume mental power after activation, and the people he comes into contact with are divided into five kinds by color, one is red: it means that it is hostile to him, two, yellow, it means that it is the person he needs to kill in his mission, and three, green, which means that it is goodwill. Four, grayish, means insignificant. Fifth, purple shows people who have the same nightmare mark as themselves. For now, the information they show to these characters is very simple, just a name.

This firearms company was not too far from here, and the taxi arrived quickly, if it was someone else, they might not feel anything, but Fang Lin immediately judged that this place was only a few hundred meters away from the dilapidated building they first entered the world! That's a pretty obvious hint! It was only because the methods they used were too direct and fierce that the thugs were resentful and deliberately directed them to the far place controlled by the mafia.

After Fang Lin got out of the car, he walked to the Rivencent Gun Company, which was a dilapidated hotel on the outside, and after entering, he was greeted by a cold man, who quoted a rather high price price, and the attitude and the blackened and smelly water flowing around him were enough to make most people turn around and leave. Fang Lin smiled very politely, took off his hat and bowed:

"I'm Jean. Wren introduced him. ”

The man hesitated, Fang Lin had already stuffed a tip of twenty US dollars, he glanced at Fang Lin up and down, looked out again, threw down the cigarette butt in his hand and said coldly:

"If you come here with the intention of causing trouble, beware of corpses lying in the streets!"

Fang Lin showed a harmless and sincere smile and said:

"Lead the way, I'm here to deliver you money."

The man's rigid face also moved:

"It's not bad to send money....... that's not bad."

The two of them entered a stairwell through the back door, Fang Lin suddenly found that this room was like an elevator, it was quickly closed, up and down, left and right, and the man stayed outside. His heart flashed, and he suddenly noticed that there were red lights shining around him, and then an artificially synthesized flat male voice said:

"The gun scan is in progress and no firearms have been found."

"The tool scan is in progress and no tools have been found."

"Biochemical gas scans are in progress and no toxic substances have been found."

"Electronic tracker scanning in progress, no trackers, bugging detected."

"Everything is safe, the door is open."

After Fang Lin came out, the rigid man's face became much better, and he became warmer, leading him through the courtyard behind, pushing open the small door next door, and entering a heavily guarded building. The reception of Fang Lin was replaced by an old man who looked very sophisticated and shrewd.

"You can call me Mr. Turner." The old man said straight to the point.

Fang Lin smiled and lifted his glasses, the old man's first sentence was lying, and the glasses showed that his name was Thomas. However, the color of the name is green, which means that the two still have the possibility of working together.

"I need to ....... some little things for self-defense." Fang Lin carefully considered his words and said. "Of course, the quality of these things must be very good."

"Little things?" Turner's expression was intriguing.

"It is the thing that is easy to carry, and the power cannot be small." Fang Lin said very skillfully: "This can reflect the strength of your company. You should know that I have many options besides you, like the Bobby brothers. ”

Turner's face stiffened when he heard the words of the Bobby brothers, obviously impressed by this mafia-owned company, the old man stared at Fang Lin and said:

"What you get depends on how much you pay, and the richness and quality of our company's products are definitely not what you imagine!"

Fang Lin heard the meaning of his words, and at this time, he only had a few thousand dollars in cash that he had robbed from the owner of the Bobby Brothers' supermarket. He pulled it out and slapped it on the table. Turner frowned at the stack of bills, which were not thin but could never be called thick, and immediately said contemptuously:

"I'm disappointed, sir, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed too, and the money is only enough for a trigger for what you asked."

Fang Lin had already prepared and sneered:

"What do you want me to do? A federally wanted prisoner using a credit card? Or swaggering in with a box of money? If I dare to come, then of course I can get something of the same value! I'm afraid you don't know the goods! ”

"Oh?" Turner listened to Fang Lin's unceremonious words, but had some curious surprises. His eyes flickered behind his eyes, and the old man smiled and said, "You think too much, sir, our company has experts in all aspects to identify the items brought by customers, accurately identify its value, and can fairly exchange it for the equivalent value of what you need." ”

"So." Fang Lin said: "Please find an ancient European numismatic expert." ”

This request was not refused, and half an hour later, Turner did find an expert in this area, and Fang Lin took out a sample of the twenty silver coins he had obtained from the Warrior of the Round Table World. In his spare time cultivating in the Nightmare Space, he accidentally discovered that this valuable object could be processed by cutting techniques, and the original surname of the silver coin was:

Silver coins (20 pieces), valuables, can be used in medieval scenes, can be exchanged for 1000 points.

After processing, it becomes:

Twenty silver coins, valuables, can be used in various scenes with civilization, and can be exchanged for 1500 points.

The expert was obviously a very professional person, and he picked it up and looked at it, and immediately exclaimed, "Oh, mygod." This is a precious coin issued by the Scots at the beginning of the 10th century, supposedly minted by the very evil Grand Duke Gallibaldi, and it is a miracle that it has survived to this day! And it's so new, as if it had just been cast! ”

Fang Lin coughed, and said rudely with deliberate impatience:

"You just say how much it's worth."

The expert quoted a price of $20,000. Turner listened, and said without smiling:

"Sir, we are not antique dealers, and it is a pity that 20,000 US dollars is still far from our consensus."

Fang Lin smiled coldly, reached into his arms, and took out nine more silver coins. The expert's eyes widened: "Oh my God! Ten of the same silver coins, and its value will skyrocket! ”

Turner glared at the expert fiercely, still embarrassed:

"If you want the best....... it's not enough."

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