"The newbie feature is being launched..."

In San Diego in mid-June 1990, the air was roasted and distorted, and Gao Jun sat on a bench with a tired face, dirt still visible on his cheap suit.

He was robbed!

The flyers given by the insurance company were taken away.

With a wave of his sleeves, there was only the body odor of a robber's black dog in the air.

Alarm?

No kidding.

The American police are busy looking for prostitutes.

But inexplicably, a system popped up in your mind?

It's just stuck all the time.

As the best-selling item of the 19th century, blacks also gave away big gift bags?

"!"

Gao Jun lowered his head, rubbed his temples, and scolded unwillingly, what bad luck happened to Lao Tzu, if the insurance customer can't pull it today, the white female supervisor who looks like a pig will definitely sweep him out of the house.

From his pocket, he took out a cheap cigarette, put it to his mouth, stood up on his knees, and walked silently on Gaslamp Boulevard, where drunk homeless people and black people talking to themselves after being addicted to it.

Here, the closest place to Mexico is only 20 km!

Think about it, you know what kind of business is the best to do.

Gao Jun walked to a two-story shop and stopped, raised his head, and the sign on it read: "Tired Weilang Gun Shop", pushed open the door, and heard the voice of the automatic greeter, "Welcome." ”

"Hello, is there anything I can do to help you?"

Before anyone could see it, they heard a very cheerful voice coming from the inner room, and then a white man in camouflage short sleeves walked out, still holding a "bartender".22 Barkeep revolver, wiping it, and his eyes lit up when he saw Gao Jun.

"Hey! High. ”

"Long time no see, Paul." Gao Jun also greeted.

He was his best friend at school, and later joined the army in his sophomore year, spent a few years in the Special Tactics Team (STT), and once he was discharged from the army, he took over the family business, "Tired Gun Shop".

Gao Jun, who is usually tired of running insurance, often comes to him to rest.

"You don't look very good." Paul asked, looking up and down, frowning.

Gao Jun sat in the rocking chair and said with a wry smile what he had just been robbed by a nigger, and Paul looked indignant, "Those damn bastards, I will definitely help you find them." ”

Gao Jun waved his hand, there were so many black people in Santiago, and the possibility of finding them was very low, so he comforted himself, Paul poured him a glass of water, and just at this time, a father and son walked in from outside.

A middle-aged man with a strong build, and a young man who still looked immature, the excitement and excitement on the latter's face were overflowing.

The man, who knew Paul well, said hello, pointed to the young man, and said, "I'll buy a pistol for my son." ”

"Hey, Daddy, I'm an adult, I'm going to buy a rifle!"

The middle-aged man stared, "Do you want to make another hole in your ass?" Irving! ”

Paul was used to this kind of thing.

The average American has eighty-nine guns, and when you're in a bad mood, take you to God.

Under his father's strong suppression, Owen could only pout.

"How's this one? M1911WWI Reproduction Pistol (World War I Veterans Edition), $900. Paul took out a very classic pistol from under the gun cabinet, and opened it with a twist.

Gao Jun also looked curiously at the side.

"Newbie feature on..."

"Model: M1911, Caliber: 11.43 mm, Load: 7+1, Manufacturer: Colt Company, Cost Price: $278, Purchase Price: $558, Suggested Sales Price: $870, Real-time price fluctuations: 1, Tijuana $1178, 2, San Francisco $978, 3, Renault $976..."

"Profit ratio: 150%"

The above is based on "genuine" products, real-time data updates! ”

A calm voice sounded in Gao Jun's mind.

Suddenly, a large amount of data and details about M1911 were instilled in his mind.

But Gao Jun saw that the profit ratio was...

"That's an exaggeration, isn't it?" He muttered to himself in a small voice.

Do your own work to sell insurance, you have to run outside on a hot day, and the high temperature subsidy? No kidding, although the Chinese Exclusion Act was repealed in 1943, it is in the chain of contempt in the United States.

Whites in the North> inferior whites in the South> blacks > Chinese!

Why?

Because blacks will really give you a "love shot", while the Chinese are honest and uphold the principle that more is better than less.

This makes people feel that you are a good bully.

Gao Jun came out to study abroad in the past few years, and was robbed at least 8 times, at that time, the family conditions were very good and he could support him, but under the impact of the financial crisis in the 80s, the family was not happy, and he could only find a way to be self-reliant.

Paul over there had already negotiated a business, and the father and son still bought a Smith & Wesson M&; The P9 pistol, a new product in 1989, has only been around for a year now, and its power is a little smaller than that of the M1911.

But the price was cheap, and Paul sold it for $615.

Therefore, Owen is very unhappy on his face, a real man, you have to be thick, big, and fast!

After Paul compared the procedures and the approval form of the police station before handing him the pistol, Owen, who got the gun, couldn't wait to try it, but as soon as he put his hand on the trigger, the back of his head was slapped by his old father, and he yelled, "Idiot! Don't stick your fingers in the hole! ”

Owen was dragged away in the end, because Paul's small store had no shooting range, and in the end he had to suppress the addiction.

"Sorry, man." Paul walked over and said to Gao Jun.

"It's okay..."

Gao Jun was very puzzled now, took a sip of water, and sorted out his language, "Is this MA1911 the most expensive?" ”

Paul laughed, "Of course not, although my store here is very small, much worse than Cabelas, Bass Pro, Dicks, and other giants, I also have the treasure of a town store." ”

"Follow me."

Gao Jun was hooked by him, and followed him to the inner room, which was not small, and there was a dark green wall cabinet in the corner, and Paul entered the password to open it.

I saw a big sniper lying quietly inside?!

"Barrett, it's $12,000, man, this is the baby, I can't bear to sell it, it's like my mistress, it's more exciting than my girlfriend." Paul picked it up as if he were introducing his family, and handed it to Gao Jun.

At the first time, the identification data of this gun appeared in Gao Jun's mind, and the guide price fluctuated greatly, at $6,000 ~ $12,000, good guy, Paul was directly on the top.

"Arms... Is it worth that much? ”

As soon as he asked this question, it seemed hilarious, and Paul let out a good-natured laugh and lowered his voice, "Who is the largest arms dealer in the world?" ”

Gao Jun hesitated and replied, "Lockheed Martin? ”

"It's the President of the United States!"

"Only those who wage war can enjoy the dividends of arms, and people like me just don't starve to death."

NMD！

You can make at least half a dollar for this gun, and sell four or five guns a day, which is more than Lao Tzu to find a few poor people to buy insurance.

This moment...

An unknown sense of yearning permeated Gao Jun's heart.

Paul continued to give him a future in the industry: "It is human nature that human beings can never live without violence, and in the rib cavity of the original human remains, there was a spear and arrow. ”

"And how did it feel when you first sold a gun?"

Paul thought for a moment, furrowing his brow, "It's mostly like doing X for the first time." You don't know what you're doing, and while it's exciting, it's over quickly. ”

"But I'll take the first money and go find a prostitute, don't tell Catherine about it."

Gao Jun nodded, indicating that he understood.

Why, I am so envious.

"Can I join selling guns?"

This question is what Gao Jun wants to ask, he looked at it with hope, no one can stabilize his mind under the strong impact of interests.

Even God greedily demanded that the people believe in Him.

Paul grinned, "Didn't you do your insurance?" I think that's what your compatriots introduced you to work. ”

This made Gao Jun suddenly quiet.

The insurance job, although harsh, is a real insurance payment for you, and there is still half a year before he can get permanent residency and naturalize in the United States.

And if you quit yourself...

What about future earnings?

Will you become a vagrant?

The gun shop is so small, it's definitely impossible to buy you insurance.

The problems faced are one after another.

Gao Jun is no longer a 15.6-year-old child, he has a lot to consider, the most important thing, what to say to his family?

Mom, I'm fighting with people outside, don't talk about it, wait for our AK to catch fire, wait for me to find someone to fix it?

Your dad can go and remove your family tree from the same day.

Paul patted him on the shoulder, "Man, think it through, think it through, you can come to me." ”

"This gun is for you." As he spoke, he handed over a handful of Glocks.

Gao Jun sees an important point in the flurry of data.

"MSRP: $310."

"Oh no, no, no, it's too expensive." He hurriedly excused himself.

Paul smiled, "It's second-hand, it's not expensive, it's a gift from you." ”

When Gao Jun heard this, he hesitated, and was very moved, "But I don't have a gun license." ”

In the United States, without a gun license, you can be arrested and even sentenced.

"Hahaha, high, you're so cute, in San Diego, there are as many illegal guns as there are in the whole of the United States, those police won't care about you at all, of course, you just don't take it out in public and shoot it." Paul couldn't help but laugh out loud as if he had heard some joke, patted him on the shoulder, and said meaningfully, "When the world becomes cloudy, the cleaners give up struggling." ”

Hearing this, Gao Jun relaxed and put the gun away.

The other party also gave him a few bullets.

When the hand came into contact with the murderous weapon of the pinnacle of industry in the history of human civilization, an unconcealable excitement arose.

Even...

Even in the presence of God, he dared to shout.

NMD, how many divisions do you have?!

Dare to let Lao Tzu believe in you?

As long as I have a little boy, you have to believe in "nuclear God".

What doesn't?

Starting today, there is!