Marvel Spy

"Yellow Monkey, this is not the place for you. You'd better get out before I get angry, or Old John will shoot your 00 down."

Old John put the wine on the table, picked up the revolver on the table with trembling hands, and shouted at Zhang Xin.

Zhang Xin looked at John's age and thought that this guy might have participated in the Peninsular War or the Jungle War, and he suffered a lot of losses.

"Yo, buddy, why are you so angry, I'm here to buy a gun."

"I'd rather sell to niggers than you yellow people."

Facing such a man with backbone, Zhang Xin had no good solution, but took out a handful of money from his pocket, no more, no less, exactly US dollars.He smelled the fragrance of the ink on it affectionately, and sighed: "Really, that's such a pity, I didn't expect that I couldn't spend it even if I had money."

Old John froze for a moment. The old man has obviously experienced a lot of hardships and witnessed countless troubles in the world. If it had been twenty years earlier, he would have put a revolver into Zhang Xin's mouth and told him to get out; if it had been twenty years earlier, he would have been shot dead. He fell in love with Zhang Xin and took his money to go out in style.

But now, he just froze for a while, and then showed a bright smile like a chrysanthemum: "Oh, my God, quickly put away your Franklin, young people don't let Franklin out casually when you go out, it's too unsafe Come on, come in and see my baby..."

Zhang Xin followed Old John into the store, and found that the walls were full of old antiques.

"Your weapons are a bit old."

"Yes, they are very old." Old John said more complacently: "Do you know how old they are? When they were made, Geneva was still a nameless small valley... If... Right, you buy a gun do what?"

Zhang Xin said sincerely, "Hunting!"

Old John picked up an AK47 from the wall and forced it into Zhang Xin's hand: "This one is the most suitable."

Zhang Xin showed an expression that you're fucking kidding me.

"you sure?!"

"Of course!" Old John drank the wine in his mouth, and then started a popular science for Zhang Xin: "Do you know the name of this gun? It is ak. Do you know what ak means? Its full name is all kill, all kill Light means!"

"So that's what ak means. I've learned a lot."

Zhang Xin asked again: "Are there any bullets?"

Old John bent down and took out five magazines from the box and threw them in front of Zhang Xin: "One AK, five magazines with bullets, Chenghui is worth US dollars."

"Too expensive, unless you add ten more grenades."

There were a lot of grenades hanging on Old John's wall, the kind that smoked when the fuse was pulled, rather than the kind that was thrown out after pulling the firing pin.

"Why are you hunting with grenades?"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to catch the prey. Then I can use the grenade to fry the fish."

"It makes sense." Old John actually agreed with this statement, and he added in a serious manner: "But you can just throw one, because throwing too much will easily blow up the fish that floats up."

He is indeed experienced.

"Ten is too many, I will give you four at most."

"You still want me dollars for just such a little thing? I'll give you up to dollars..."

Old John's eyes were all green: "Then what else do you want?"

"Is there an RPG?"

"What are you doing with that thing?"

"What if we encounter an elephant?"

"..." Old John shook his head, and then said: "There is no such thing, but I have TNT explosives here, do you want it?"

"Yes, how much do you give?"

"I'll give you two kilograms, which add up to ten thousand dollars."

"You add another set of camouflage uniforms and we'll make the deal."

Looking at the dirty and shabby camouflage uniforms hanging on the wall, Old John showed nostalgia: "Yes!"

Five minutes later, Zhang Xin returned to the temporary base carrying a snakeskin bag. It was filled with things he bought and cotton wool used for shock absorption. It was so bulging that it was hard to