The quarrel began abruptly and ended abruptly.

In less than a minute, the gang members on the human side always had the upper hand, aggressive, and did not give an inch.

In the end, the two pale yellow prawns seemed to have given up their original idea, holding the gun in both hands with three sharp claws, and roared weakly, reaching a consensus in a communication that humans could not understand.

They nodded at the gang man with the dog and agreed to his request.

“OK! OK!”

"That's right, as long as you hand over your broken copper and iron, you can exchange it for delicious cat food!"

"You idiots, you should thank us!"

"Let's go, I'll take you to get your cat food!"

The man leading the dog showed his yellow teeth, laughed, and then beckoned to the two prawns, led them past Shen Sen and his party, and walked towards the side like a roadside stall with canned food piled on it.

In the movie, the prawn race seems to eat everything.

Their sharp mouthparts can easily use tires for marshmallows and tin sheets to chew on, but they seem to like to eat putret the most.

The best spoilage available in the slums is canned cat food, which the Nigerya gang sells to prawns at an expensive price through a trick called "cat food fraud".

The food given to human pets in this way has now become the favorite food of prawns.

At this time, the man in the turban who was watching the play on the side seemed to remember his current task.

"Brother, the weapon you want is in the next room, now we will go to see my boss, you can discuss anything you want!"

The place where the man said the arms transaction was in a wooden room next to the shelf, and Shen Sen was walking while glancing at the two prawns not far away.

"You guys put your guns here, and then you can get the cans and go!"

"Ahh

"Roar...."

The two sides seem to be arguing again, but the end result is that Prawns put their alien guns on the table.

After getting a few cans of cat food that belonged to them, they couldn't wait to stuff the tin cans into their mouths together, and the tentacles in their mouths made a squeaky sound of crushing the iron sheets.

Shen Sen saw the last scene about the two prawns when he stepped into the room, and it was such a scene.

By the time the visual cells in his eyes felt the light turn from bright to dark, he had already arrived in an "exotic" room.

Even if this is the residence of the most powerful of the underground forces in the 9th District, the boss of the Nigerya Gang, it is also a simple building made of shipping containers and wooden planks.

The whole room is yellow-black and full of fishy smell, giving people the impression that there is grease everywhere.

In addition to the miscellaneous items that have been discarded everywhere, the most eye-catching thing is the dazzling rows of firearms hanging on the tin shelves at the back.

As a person who had slaughtered all sides in various games, Shen Sen recognized many similar models of firearms to the earth at a glance.

For example, the new generation of CR-21 assault rifles in the South Philippines, the German-made G36, and the AK47 that is so numerous that it is thrown on the ground.

Of course, there are the alien guns that he cares about the most, although there is only one hanging on the wall, but Shen Sen knows that there is definitely more than this number here.

As the leader of the alternative here, the Nizhia Gang knew the power of alien weapons early on, and has been trying to buy all the weapons of the alien prawns.

But it's a pity that even if they get more, if they can't break through the genetic limitations on the weapon, they won't be able to use these powerful human killing weapons.

But now is not the time to appreciate these "treasures", even if Shen Sen wants to get all the weapons here very much at this time, but before that, he still has to face a dozen fierce and murderous members of the Nizhiya Gang standing in front of them.

The gang members all stood motionless in front of Shen Sen and his party, just staring at them, and within a few seconds, a passage suddenly parted in the middle of the crowd.

In an oppressive atmosphere, a black man in a wheelchair is pushed out by a brown-skinned woman.

The disabled man had a broad, bulging forehead and a mouthful of large white teeth in the middle of his square face.

Between the sunken cheeks were two thick lips, a dark face wrinkled like tree bark, and a thick beard that covered all the jaws.

He wears various silver jewelry chains on his hands and around his neck, as if to show wealth.

But he does have this qualification, because this cripple is the boss of the Nizhia Gang, the largest underground force in this land, Obishandr.

When the man with the turban saw their boss coming, he hurried to the wheelchair, leaned down, and whispered a few words in Opersandr's ear.

Then the mutilated man looked at the "guest" standing in front of him with gloomy curiosity, his bark-like skin trembling, and he said with a smile on his face.

"You want to buy me a gun?"

"That's right, we want to buy you some weapons!"

Carro, who was the interlocutor, was slightly frightened, but he was only pretending to be afraid, and since the day he converted to the truth, he had put his life and death on the line.

But to be honest, the legend lives up to its name, and he still feels the oppression from this "evil ghost" in the underground world who can stop children crying.

But without waiting for him to explain his thoughts, the gangster only popped out one word in an unkind tone.

“why？”

A black toothy boy standing behind him said viciously and loudly like a translator.

"Why did my boss sell it to you, and how much can you give?"

"For 200,000 US dollars, we want 1,000 AKs and a matching number of bullets, just like grenades and rockets, we also want them, and the price is different!"

Without hesitation, Carlo uttered a number that made everyone in the room breathless.

Opalsandra frowned, his goat-like beard moving with his breathing.

He was visibly frightened by the figure, $200,000 was not a small amount in this era, considering that the cat food he used to exchange for alien weapons was only 50 cents a can.

As for 1,000 second-hand AKs, he didn't care, he wanted as many as he wanted, and he made a lot of money with 200,000 US dollars in exchange for 1,000 AKs.

Buying a thousand AKs, this is Shen Sen's decision after careful consideration, the AK series rifle is also the best-selling firearm in the world, designed and manufactured by the former red giant Soviet Russia, and now the Eastern European Union.

Due to its simple design, it can not only adapt to any terrain but can also be used in any environment.

On top of that, the AK47 also costs a low cost of $200. In this socially chaotic, economically backward Filipino land, the price of a used AK47 rifle is only $30.

So even if it was greedy to look at the good things on the wall, reason told Shen Sen that it was the best choice to buy the "backward arms" that were the best to buy the largest quantity and the best to operate.

After all, when the enemy dies, he doesn't mind which weapon kills him, and for Shen Sen, a firearm that can effectively deal with the enemy is a good gun.

"200,000 US dollars, 1,000 AKs, pay for the goods!"

After speaking, he took a deep look at everyone with his hyena-like eyes, and the brown-skinned woman pushed the wheelchair and left again.