Coming to the stall of Boehringer's neighbor, judging from the size of the stall, Boehringer's neighbor is very strong.

Such a big stall filled with all kinds of weapons and grenades.

If he saw it right, that big cylinder should be a bazooka, right?

There were only two people behind the stall, tall and tall, with beards on their faces.

It looks a little fierce.

Because Zheng Jing is a foreigner, many people are following them.

So many people came, and the two people behind the booth also saw it early.

Boehringer greeted the two with a smile.

One of them saw Boehringer and a smile appeared on his face.

Greeted Boehringer warmly.

Boehringer said to Zheng Jing: "This is my neighbor, his name is Pock,"

"This is a friend from Huaxia, named Zheng."

Boehringer introduced Pock to the Zheng Jing.

"Hello, friends from Huaxia, welcome to Iraq."

Boke said enthusiastically to Zheng Jing.

"Hello, Iraq is welcoming."

The two shook hands, and Polk didn't introduce the two of them to anyone next to him, and Zheng Jing and Boehringer didn't ask.

As if he didn't exist.

Poke looked at the people behind them and asked, "Boehringer, did you bring Zheng here to find me?"

Boehringer nodded: "Yes, Zheng wants to buy a weapon, didn't I think you had a stall here, so I brought him to you."

When Boke heard that Zheng Jing wanted to buy weapons, he pointed to the weapons on the stall and said, "Look at what guns you like, I have all guns here."

Zheng Jing came to the stall and picked up an AK47, as a famous rifle, his ears were calloused when he heard the name of AK47.

Loaded with a "click", the sound is crisp, and from the outside, this is a new gun.

Zheng Jing took a look and found that there was no magazine on the gun, so he asked Boke curiously.

"We're afraid that someone will sneak a magazine on a gun, and we've done that before."

I see.

Zheng Jing nodded.

Put the AK47 down and pick up a black P90 submachine gun.

This gun is also famous, especially for those who play gun games.

Because the submachine gun has a short body, it mainly focuses on jungles and alley stations.

Zheng Jing liked this submachine gun very much and decided to buy it.

Put the gun and AK47 together, and look at the bazooka.

……………

Coming out of the gun market, Boehringer looked at the weapon in Zheng Jing's hand in shock.

"I remember that Huaxia seems to be banned from guns, right? You can't even bring these in. ”

I saw Zheng Jing carrying a bazooka on his shoulders, two rifles on one side and two submachine guns on the other.

On his waist was a silver desert eagle.

Ammunition and bullets for a bazooka in his hands.

If you don't know, you think he's going to the battlefield.

Don't look at these things that add up to dozens of pounds, but Zheng Jing doesn't feel much at all.

"I know this, I won't bring it back." Of course, Zheng Jing would not say that he had the space to take these weapons away.

"That's good, you scared me by buying so many weapons, if I didn't know you just came to Iraq, I would have thought you were here as a mercenary." Boehringer said with a smile.

"Hahaha, I'm not going to be a mercenary, just a few dollars, what kind of life. It's not worth it. ”

Originally, the locals who were waiting for Zheng Jing to come out wanted to take a photo with him, but when they saw his weapon coming out of it, the people around him immediately ran away.

Good guys, they originally thought that Zheng Jing was a harmless young man, but who knew that he was actually a dangerous element.

Seeing that Zheng Jing was full of weapons, the onlookers in the distance whispered, not even daring to raise their voices.

For fear that Zheng Jing would hear them talking about him, and then get angry and give them a shot with a bazooka.

Zheng Jing saw the onlookers in the distance and grinned at them.

This laugh was really terrifying, and they were so frightened that they immediately retreated.

When he came to the car, Zheng Jing put the weapon in the trunk, and put the bullets and bazooka shells on the back seat.

After putting away their things, Zheng Jing and Boehringer did not stay here for long and drove away from the gun market.

The people around saw Zheng Jing leave, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, and then talked loudly.

Because of the shells in the back seat, Boehringer did not dare to fire too fast.

After crossing the Tigris, Boehringer asked, "The hotel doesn't allow you to bring guns in, where are you going to put these weapons?"

Zheng Jing thought for a moment and thought of the ruins of a building not far from the hotel.

It was barbed with barbed wire and no one had passed, so it was a good place to hide.

Zheng Jing told Boehringer about the place.

Boehringer knew the place as soon as he heard it.

"It's okay to leave it there, but not for too long, otherwise it won't be good if someone finds out."

"I know this, I'll leave it there for two days, and when I'm done with things, I'll go find a place outside the city where no one is around."

Boehringer heard that Zheng Jing had thought about it, and nodded: "You can say it, if you still use the car, call me."

After these two days of getting along, Boehringer knew that Zheng Jing was a very good person to get along with.

Although he is very young, he can't see the impetuousness of young people from Zheng Jing. On the contrary, it seems very mature and stable. He is a very reassuring person.

Come to the ruins of a building not far from the hotel.

Boehringer drove the car to the deepest depths, and a barbed wire fence blocked the way.

The two got out of the car, and Boehringer looked around and said, "I'll go to the intersection for you to guard, you hurry up."

"Okay, I'm sorry for you."

Opening the trunk, Zheng Jing put the weapon in first, and then jumped over the barbed wire.

Armed with a weapon, he made his way to the corner of the ruins, where a wall blocked the view from the surroundings.

Zheng Jing took a look, and after finding that there was no one, his mind moved, and he put the weapon into the space.

Then he repeated it again, putting the shells and bullets into the space as well.

In order not to make Boehringer suspicious, Zheng Jing stayed in the ruins for a while.

Seeing that the time was about the same, he walked out of the ruins.

Seeing Boehringer standing at the intersection with his back to him smoking, Zheng Jing called out to him.

Boehringer turned around and saw Zheng Jing waving at him, knowing that he had hidden his weapon.

"Hidden?" Boehringer walked over and asked.

"Hide it, don't worry." Zheng Jing deliberately patted the dirt on his hands and said.

"Okay, let's go, I'll take you to the hotel." Boehringer opened the car door and said to Zheng Jing, who was standing aside.

"No need, I'll just walk over so close."

"By the way, let me ask you, did you know that there are antique shops there? I'd like to check it out in the afternoon. ”

"Antique shop?" Boehringer thought for a moment and said, "There is an antique store not far from the high-end mall in the Green Zone, and I really don't know about any other place."

Hearing that there was really an antique shop, Zheng Jing was overjoyed, and now the things could be sold.

"Okay, at four o'clock in the afternoon, you come and pick me up. Let's go to the antique shop you mentioned. ”

Boehringer nodded: "Okay, I'll pick you up in the afternoon, by the way, are you sure you won't let me take you back to the hotel?"

Zheng Jing shook his head: "No, you go back early, the hotel is so close that I will walk for two minutes."

Hearing Zheng Jing say this, Boehringer had no choice but to agree, said a few words and drove away.

Seeing Boehringer leaving, Zheng Jing also walked towards the hotel.