There are no memories to kill, and let's talk about the character creation of yarn, right?

So I wittily counted the words again.

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The apocalypse arose from the ocean, and although it was accompanied by large-scale geological changes, the impact on the deep interior was relatively small.

The once chaotic Middle East region is the only region on the planet that has not been affected by the apocalypse at all, and even due to the lack of news after the apocalypse, it took nearly ten years for the locals to completely figure out what was going on in the outside world.

The end of the world seems to have never happened to the locals, until the new human beings have formed a new social order with the ship girl as the core, and they are still ganging up happily to pinch their own frame and make their own anti-rebellion, but the weapon is gradually replaced by the model produced by the new human, but no matter how high-end the guy in his hand is replaced with a high-end foreign high-grade low-key luxury and connotation of the thing, the life still has to live, the meal still has to eat, this ...... I still have to pinch it.

The coalition government has no intention of using a knife on this piece of land that lacks anything but oil, because the "oil" that the ship's mother needs to consume is not the same thing as the gasoline and diesel used by human beings, and the consumption of human society after the end of the world...... To be honest, that little bit of oil is not enough to pay for the escort ship's food.

What, you say I'm exaggerating? Do you go to two Akagi to try? Plus two battle columns, meow Meng three forts or something, keep all the pants you pay for.

If you want to say that there is no place to see the ship mother after twenty or thirty years of wreaking havoc in the deep sea, then only this lump has not run, for the locals those beautiful girls are just a legend, but there are always exceptions to everything, there are human beings in the ghost place of the South Pole, who can guarantee that the ship mother does not have the perseverance to cross the desert?

"Boss, how did you sell this gun?" A short-haired girl with an eyepatch cloak squatted on the ground and asked the bearded Arab stall owner.

"Jin Kela, fifty, no bargaining." The boss waved his hand and replied crisply.

But the girl fell into deep thought because of this obviously inflated price.

This part of the Middle East does not use the union government currency, because the latter has not established enough credibility here, and the locals prefer to believe in real money, the so-called "Jinkara" is a gold coin issued by several great chiefs who look like each other, rather than the top secret of the San Diego company, it is said that the name of the currency contains a very sacred meaning, but Kiso does not intend to be a folklorist, and she sincerely thinks that the name is really frustrated.

Although it is the most valuable of the several metal currencies in circulation in the local area, Kiso does what he does is to make a living with his head pinned to the waistband of his trousers, and he will not be unable to take out fifty gold dollars, but the problem is that he can't waste money blindly, not to mention that Kiso is not particularly rich, even if he is willful, he must be willful in his ideas, isn't it?

The price of this ninety percent new sniper rifle in front of him is obviously expensive for fifty gold coins, if it were not for the needs of the operation, Kiso would never come to be this fat sheep, but unfortunately the people here are fierce, camels and weapons are the best-selling weapons on the market, as long as the price is not too outrageous, the boss will not worry about not being able to sell it at all.

And the price of fifty gold is still far, far from being "particularly outrageous......

Kiso is not so wooden that she can't negotiate the price with people, but she is very bitter about the local language, and she is far from being able to mess around with the cunning old fritters, and it is estimated that she can see that she speaks jerky, so the boss will respond in such a concise way, and put on a posture of loving to buy and buy and not sell and roll, making it clear that today is to slaughter the little sheep, the customer is not God, the customer is just fooled, and now you have to go up and down.

There is a reason why the boss is so confident, because as far as the eye can see, only his house sells sniper rifles in all the stalls where weapons are bought - this kind of well-designed firearm is very reliable in the sandy environment, and the single shot cannot satisfy the enthusiasm of the people, Kalashnikov Light is much more reliable.

Ki Zeng was sure that this gun was definitely not going to be sold for so much money, and the boss's mentality at this time was probably "I can't imagine that this thing is also bought, and there is no store in this village, how much can be slaughtered", so the price was temporarily raised, and when it came to this kind of master who wanted money and didn't want to die, Mu Zeng had no place to reason, who told her to have no rootless duckweed and no backstage? But if there is a desert legion of a certain size sitting behind her, do you think this boss dares to be so dark?

In desperation, Kiso could only be slaughtered, but it was obviously too early to give up the treatment, she raised four fingers and gave an offer that she could barely accept.

As a result, the boss shook his head dissatisfiedly, also stretched out four fingers, and then turned his palm over and became rootless.

Kiso looked at it and said in his heart, your old half of the bargaining method is really easy, if I want to cut thirty at the beginning, will I be able to take it away at forty?

Of course, it's impossible to really do this, the ideal is very plump, the reality is very skinny, the weapon merchants here are generally more capricious, you kill the price too ruthlessly, and people lose their temper directly and don't sell it, no matter how many good things you say, it's useless, the fighting nation is a simple, not to mention that people have a backstage, and being rich is capricious!

After thinking about it, Mu Zeng felt that it would be a loss to offend an underworld force of unknown strength for a few gold coins, so he had to take out his purse and grit his teeth and count four hundred and five...... Ah no, it's forty-five, took down this rare second-hand sniper rifle, the bearded boss couldn't stop laughing at the time, Mu Zeng secretly swore in his heart, don't let her see this black-hearted boss act alone in the future, otherwise...... Hmph, see you in the toilet after class!

This is how the story should have ended, weapons trading happens all the time in this chaotic land, although Kiso is a little generous, but it's not very special, but it's a pity that the greed of humans is far beyond the imagination of the ship mother, they are a dangerous race that will risk their lives for any small profit.

After confirming that Kiso had gone away, the bearded boss immediately put away his kind momentum, snapped his fingers, and called a few Tana democracy fighters.

Needless to say, the fighters of democracy did a lot of similar work, and immediately followed after confirming the target, obviously this is another sad story of a king-eight calf son getting out of class, just like the arms trade, black eats black, and it also happens every moment in this land ruled by chaos.

It is destined to be a day that cannot be calmed...... Anyway, is it really good to treat the first local sightseeing ship lady like this, you barbarians who don't know love?