When Mo Fan came to the old gear second-hand goods trading market, the sky was already slightly white.

Jack Wang waited outside the store early, saw him get out of the car, and hurriedly greeted him.

"Why do you want me to pick up the goods at this point?" Mo Fan asked.

Jack Wang explained in a whisper: "The things we buy and sell can't see the light, and we just need this time." ”

"Let's go, where's the goods?"

"Big brother, before you go, you have to make a disguise."

Jack Wang took out a mask and a pair of sunglasses and handed them to Mo Fan.

"Smuggling some weapons, so careful?" Mo Fan put on his mask and sunglasses and asked puzzledly.

In front of the old tire motel, even if you buy and sell military grenades, you just drive a pickup truck, set up a stall, and do business in public.

Jack Wang: "The goods we buy are relatively sensitive, and once they are recognized and maliciously reported, they can at least alarm the automatic response law enforcement team." ”

They came to the backyard of the trading market, where there were already a few people waiting, and they looked like regulars, wearing sunglasses and masks, and loose hooded sweatshirts, making sure that they were facing each other face to face, and they couldn't see who each other was.

In order to maintain concealment, the transaction will allow buyers to enter small rooms in the backyard one by one.

Each buyer enters for about five minutes, after which most of them come out with a suitcase and leave the market in a hurry.

Mo Fan waited in the backyard for twenty minutes, and finally it was his turn to enter the house to trade.

Jack Wang is like his personal shopping guide, following him all the way into the house.

In addition to the shopkeeper Wang Bill, there was also a strange middle-aged strong man, dressed as a soldier, wearing toad glasses that covered half of his face, transplanted a metal prosthetic right arm, and was sitting on an arms box smoking a cigar.

There were thirty or forty boxes of munitions in the room, and the strong man smoked his cigar but did not shake at all, not to mention anything else, his psychological quality was absolutely excellent.

Wang Bier took a paper notebook, turned the page back, and then said to the strong man:

“RPG-80。”

The strong man looked at Mo Fan and asked, "Is that the bazooka you ordered?" ”

"Hmm." Mo Fan nodded.

"This is a weapon of mass destruction, what are you going to buy it for?"

Mo Fan looked at Wang Bier and asked dissatisfiedly, "Do I still need to fill out a questionnaire before I can take the goods I ordered?" ”

The brawny man shook his head and snuffed out the cigar on the arsenal.

"Young people are just impatient, I'm just curious, what do you want such a powerful guy to do."

"Powerful?" Mo Fan was a little confused when he heard this, and turned his head to look at Jack Wang.

He just wants an ordinary bazooka, and even the little brother of the Three-Eyed Gang can get it, does he need to be so cautious?

Jack Wang understood Mo Fan's doubts and said, "Big brother, didn't you say that you want a guy with fierce firepower?" So when I submitted the purchase list, I chose the one that was the most powerful within the allowed trading range. ”

"How big?"

The strong man took out a large box, put it in front of Mo Fan, opened the combination lock, and revealed the contents inside.

The box contained a split assembleable cylinder, which the strong man skillfully assembled to form a cylinder about one meter long and 10 centimeters in diameter.

The strong man put the bazooka in front of Mo Fan, and Mo Fan picked it up and stroked it carefully.

The barrel is a classic green color throughout, very similar to the bazooka of his previous world, but if you look closely, the workmanship and texture are completely different.

The difference is equivalent to that of glass and diamond, which look colorless and transparent, but there is a world of difference.

The strong man said: "The RPG-80 anti-mecha bazooka, the military trump card before the popularization of energy weapons, it is difficult to find more powerful portable equipment than it among the military weapons that allow the outflow." ”

"With an effective range of 1.5 kilometers and a maximum range of 5 kilometers, it can be loaded with explosive shells, flame bombs and armor-piercing bullets, and can destroy most military combat vehicles, as well as a small number of old mechs that are not equipped with energy barriers."

Mo Fan: "Do you know about the Death Race?" If calculated according to the defense level in the death car, how many shots can a 10-defense racing car block? ”

The corners of the strong man's mouth twitched, and he seemed to be very disdainful of the reference target that Mo Fan had chosen. "Not a single explosive bomb can stop it."

Mo Fan raised his eyebrows, the car with 4 defenses can be supported for a long time under machine gun fire, and the car with 10 defenses can't even resist a single explosive bomb, and the lethality makes him very satisfied.

"How much defense does it take to withstand a rocket?"

"If you explode a bomb, you should have at least 11 defenses, and armor-piercing shells should have 15 defenses."

The strong man added: "This kind of thing usually doesn't appear in Comet City, and if you take it, even if you go to bomb the city hall of West City, it's enough, so I'm curious, what are you going to do with it." ”

"If I say that I'm just a phobia of lack of firepower, and if I don't have a little bit of power in my hands, I will be uncomfortable, can you believe it?"

"Lack of firepower phobia? The guys in the first and third districts often have this problem, but it is not common in the fourth district, and if they have the money, the guys in the fourth district are usually more willing to update their prosthetics. ”

Mo Fan put down the bazooka and said, "I'm very satisfied with it, how much does it cost?" ”

"Fixed price, 150,000 federal coins, excluding rockets."

"What about the price of rockets?"

"50,000 flame bombs, 75,000 explosive bombs, 100,000 armor-piercing shells, three are sold, and there will be no counteroffer."

Hearing this price, Mo Fan couldn't help frowning, the power of the bazooka is amazing, and the price is equally amazing.

The price of an armor-piercing bullet is enough to buy a second-hand prosthesis.

Although he has a little savings now, the money is not blown by the wind, and he can't let people be slaughtered as pigs because he doesn't understand the market.

"I need to think about it, wait for me for two minutes."

"No problem."

Mo Fan took out his mobile phone and called An Xin.

"Miss An Xin, do you know the arms market?"

An Xin yawned, "I've helped others resell it before, and I know a little bit about general models." ”

"How much does an armor-piercing bullet cost a military RPG-80?"

"The cost of the military is only a few thousand, and it should be less than 10,000 if you get the goods. But to sell this kind of thing, the seller needs to take the risk and check the relationship between the upper and lower levels, so there will be a part of the premium. I don't know what the quotations are on the market now, but Ebisu should know. ”

Mo Fan glanced at the time, "Is it appropriate to ask her now?" ”

An Xin sent Mo Fan a web link and said sleepily: "Her internal members have an offer online, you can see for yourself, I'm going to sleep." ”

Mo Fan clicked on the link and entered the military firearms area, the RPG-80 column, which read:

"100,000 flame bombs, 150,000 explosive bombs, and 200,000 armor-piercing shells."

Mo Fan gasped when he saw it, and secretly said that she was worthy of that woman, her heart was really dark enough, with her relationship, it didn't cost too much to get the goods, but the selling price was twice as expensive as Wang Bier.

Is it that people in Tianche City are stupid and have a lot of money, or does she have any after-sales service that others don't have?

He turned off his mobile phone, looked at the strong man again, and instantly felt that this guy with a face full of flesh suddenly became clear-eyed.

The strong man was stunned by him and asked, "Have you discussed it?" ”

"I want a bazooka, three more of each bullet."

The strong man was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Mo Fan to ask for so much.

"First of all, I don't accept installment payments, and I don't accept credit."

Mo Fan directly took out the bearer savings chip that Brother Yi used to settle the commission fee.

"There are 850,000 yuan in it, and the rest of the money will be used as Boss Wang's hard work."

Soon, Mo Fan pushed two large suitcases and left from the backyard under the leadership of Jack Wang.

Looking at Mo Fan's back, the strong man complained to Wang Bill with dissatisfaction:

"Old man, didn't you tell me that this kid is a rich man, and I have made a lot of money."

Wang Bier said innocently: "He was still living in a trailer apartment half a month ago, and his family owed a debt, and it was very difficult to even repay the interest every month, who knew that in just half a month, he could get so much money." ”

The strong man lit a cigar, "The lethality of the RPG-80 is comparable to that of an old energy weapon, it's not easy to get this thing out, can he really help you kill the Three-Eyed Gang?" ”

Wang Bill said indifferently: "It doesn't matter, as long as this catfish that suddenly appears can muddy West City." Even if he doesn't succeed and the scene becomes chaotic, our people can take the opportunity to intervene and finish the finishing work. ”

The strong man spewed a puff of smoke towards the ceiling, "As long as we take West City and Red River City, the cities bordering the Northern Region and the wasteland will basically be under our control." ”

Wang Bier answered: "It will not be far from dawn by then." ”

At the same time, Mo Fan, who was picking things with Jack Wang in the store, moved his ears and glanced at the direction of the backyard strangely.

Is it really good for those two guys to tell this kind of secret so directly?

Haven't you heard an old saying that the partition wall has ears?