As if sensing that he was looking, the person in front of him turned around, and it happened to be Beard, he looked at old Brown and then at the small room next to him, and seemed to find some amusement, and said with a disgusting smile.

"Old man, do you want to buy one? It's all chuck girls and the price is very cheap......"

Old Brown stared at him. "Kid, do you think this joke is funny?"

Beard's right eyebrow was raised, and he wanted to say something, but at this moment he sensed danger from that gaze, and he suddenly pulled out the Colt M1911 pistol and aimed it at Old Brown, his face instantly turned cold, and his ruthlessness was revealed.

"Old man, I don't like the look in your eyes!"

Looking at Beard, who suddenly went crazy, Old Brown did not raise his hand this time, but glanced behind Beard.

Because of this sudden conflict, the few people walking in front had stopped and looked over, looking at the frowning Felton, and the elder Brown said calmly to Beard.

"Kid, I know you're in a hurry, but I also know your boss doesn't like you doing this."

Sure enough, Felton, who was at the forefront, spoke up.

"Beard! Do your business well! ”

Looking at the old man in front of him, listening to the orders from behind, Beard's face became even more distorted.

He tilted his head at Old Brown and slashed his pistol around his neck, then walked past Old Brown and walked straight out of here.

Everyone knows what it means, and that's Beard's warning.

Old Brown didn't care, just looked at Felton. "If I buy your things, will I be killed by your people in the end?"

Felton's face turned ugly, and he waved his finger and sent a man.

"Go, go and watch him, if he dares to do anything to the buyer, you will kill him."

The assigned younger brother nodded earnestly and walked in the direction Beard had left.

"That's reassuring, right?" Felton looked at Old Brown and said calmly.

Old Brown nodded.

"Then keep walking." Felton turned suddenly, and his two remaining younger brothers followed.

"Three people left......" Old Brown glanced back in the direction Beard had left and continued to follow.

He followed the group to the end, followed into a room inside, and looked at everything in front of him, and old Brown was silent.

Compared to the chaotic scene outside, this room has everything, like a new, dust-free paradise, as the saying goes, hell on one side, heaven on the other.

Old Brown looked in the direction of the wine rack on his right, where two more athletic men were sitting and drinking wine from the wine rack.

"It's the Russians again." Old Brown paid attention to himself.

"The two on the right plus the first three are five people in total......"

At this time, Felton was already sitting on the sofa in the center of the front, and stretched out his hand to signal.

"Sit!"

Sensing the gaze of the two Russians on his right, Old Brown nodded, walked over slowly, and sat down on the small sofa in front of Felton.

"Go, get the goods, and the guy will check it out for him."

Felton commanded the little brother standing to his left to fetch something, then picked up a glass of unfinished red wine on the table in front of him, and lay on the sofa and stared at Old Brown with a red wine glass.

"You know, old man, I admire you, not many people dare to come here alone."

Old Brown said in a disapproving tone on the little brother who had been walking towards a small room.

"Is there anything else I need to care about my age?"

"Huh." Felton smiled and took a sip of the red wine in his glass. "Don't worry, we're a serious businessman."

Old Brown was expressionless, and did not reply, but remembered what he had seen and heard outside the room, if the person in front of him was doing serious business, then there would be no hell.

The scene was quiet for a while, and everyone looked at Old Brown who was sitting on the small sofa, and at this time, the little brother who was in charge of picking up the goods also came out of the small room with a pile of goods.

Under the gaze of everyone, the younger brother put these things on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and then stood behind Felton.

A small, white, boxy brick, a couple of pistols.

The stuff above fits exactly what old Brown needs, and the goods are like Beard's pistols.

Felton straightened up, put the wine glass on the coffee table, and pushed the white brick in front of him in front of old Brown.

"That's probably what you can buy with your money."

As he spoke, he picked up the pistol on the coffee table under the gaze of old Brown, took the magazine handed by the little brother on the left and inserted it into the slot, clicked a few times, and said calmly.

"The rest of the money can only buy a pistol."

Felton moved the muzzle of the gun and slowly pointed it at the old Brown in front of him, and smiled.

"Pick."

Ordinary people basically can't be calm under the aim of the gun, but old Brown still has a calm face, as mentioned earlier, what else does he care about at his age.

Old Brown silently picked up the white brick in front of him and put it in his arms, then glanced at the pistol on the coffee table, picked up a pistol casually, and automatically appeared in his heart.

"Glock 17, one of the standard small arms in Austria, one of the preferred pistols of the police, 9 mm bullet, gun length 185 mm, weight 0.62 kg, barrel length 114 mm, magazine capacity 17 or 19 rounds ......"

It's a pity that there is no magazine, old Brown looked at Felton in front of him and said calmly.

"There are no magazines."

Felton looked at Brown Sr. for a few seconds, probably because of his status as an old man, and he finally shook the pistol in motion.

"Give him the magazine."

The younger brother next to him heard the order and took out a magazine and put it in front of Old Brown.

Under everyone's gaze, Old Brown picked up the magazine and looked at it, then looked at Felton in front of him.

"Only two bullets?"

Felton sneered, and tapped himself on the head with a pistol.

"Old man, one for your child, one for yourself, is enough."

"Okay." Old Brown didn't care, and slowly inserted the magazine into the Glock 17.

"That's enough."

At this time, Felton continued, "A perfect business, old man, I hope to see you next time, come, send this old man ......"

However, as soon as Felton said this, he suddenly realized that the old man in front of him had picked up a pistol and pointed it at him for some reason.

"You !!"

Felton was shocked, but Old Brown had already pulled the trigger, and he was surprised and quick and accurate.

Bang!!!!!

Felton had a bloody hole in his forehead.

As soon as the gunshots rang out, everyone present was despised because of the identity of Old Brown and did not react instantly, but when Felton collapsed on the sofa, they also suddenly woke up and reached out to take out their guns.

In this short gap, Old Brown had already followed the steps in his mind, shifted the muzzle of the gun to the nearest younger brother, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!!!!!

A blood hole also appeared on the forehead of the little brother who had just reached into his arms, and he fell straight to the ground.

After doing this, Old Brown did not stop, and very coherently used all his strength to smash the bulletless Glock 17 into the face of the other little brother on the edge of the sofa.

"Humph!!"

Affected by this blow, the little brother was in pain, subconsciously covered his face, and at this moment Old Brown had already pounced on Felton in front of him, and at the same time picked up the pistol that slipped down in his hand, he gave the little brother a shot.

Bang!!!!

Before the little brother could recover from his recovery, he was killed by this shot.

Old Brown did the whole thing in one go, first killing Felton and his left brother by surprise twice, then throwing the bulletless Glock 17 out to buy time to pick up the gun, and then killing the right brother.

However, the time of the two sides was equal, and by the time Old Brown killed the nearest Felton trio in one go, the two Russians in the direction of the wine rack on the right had already taken out their pistols and pointed them at Old Brown with the gap wide open, and pulled the trigger.

Bang bang!!!