The dark age of mankind is coming

When An Ning left, apart from the pile of food that An Ning put into the space, An Ning's empty hands when he entered were also filled with snacks exuding various aromas.

After leaving the snack street, An Ning began to walk towards the place where he put away his weapons.

The merchants had already expedited delivery of the thermal weapons she had ordered on the dark web to the stocking location. All she had to do was wait for An Ning to pick them up.

The location where the weapons are stored is relatively hidden, in an underground warehouse near the port of the city where she is located.

Taking the certificate and verifying it was correct by the guards, An Ning drove the vehicle and entered the underground warehouse.

After entering the complex password verification number, An Ning entered his warehouse.

Looking around, the entire warehouse was now occupied by wooden boxes one after another.

The merchants who transacted with An Ning this time had high credibility, and there has never been any case of shoddy goods or wrong quantities.

Therefore, An Ning entered the warehouse without checking one by one whether the goods in each wooden box were correct.

Instead, he waved his hand directly and put all the goods into the Qi Luck Space.

Then he locked the warehouse door again, drove out of the underground warehouse, and rushed to the farmers' wholesale market to receive the goods.

Midway through the journey, Antique Street came into view. There are already enough thermal weapons in the space, but there are not yet any close-range cold weapons.

Thinking of this, An Ning turned off the wheel, left the avenue, turned the car and entered the antique street.

She remembered that there was a shop there that sold some special open-edged Tang knives, long swords, etc.

Although knives are controlled by the state and are not allowed to be traded privately, there are policies from above and countermeasures from below.

As long as there are people buying, there is a market. It's just that the market will not be exposed in the open, but will be conducted in the dark.

The overall feeling of the Antique Street is antique, as if it has suddenly stepped back a thousand years from modern times and entered the feudal dynasty period.

A shop selling cold weapons was opened at the end of the antique street. The antique plaque hanging outside was engraved with a black and gold rose at the end.

Entering the store, behind the counter, an old man wearing a Tang suit and plain face was sitting on a sandalwood chair, closing his eyes and taking a nap. When I heard someone coming in, I just opened one eye and took a look and said, "You can see for yourself what you want to buy." Then he closed his eyes again without getting up to introduce or greet business.

An Ning didn't care about the old man's cold attitude and looked around at the furnishings in the store.

You can see several shelves placed in the shop, illuminated by the dim light from above. They are vases, porcelain bowls, jade cups and other antiques.

However, not all of them are genuine. They are a mix of real and fake. There are old objects and modern objects made with antique craftsmanship.

When a customer comes in, he or she can only rely on his or her personal vision to see whether he or she can buy the real thing.

If you buy a genuine product at a low price, the store will not let you make up the money. On the other hand, if you pay a high price for a fake or imitation product, you can't get a refund from the store.

But An Ning didn't come here to pick things up, but for weapons.

Instead of continuing to take a closer look at the bottles and bowls, An Ning walked up to the old man and said to the old man: "There is nothing I want here. I want your collection.".

After hearing An Ning's words, the old man who was pretending to be asleep opened his eyes. There was no trace of sleepiness in his eyes, and they were bright and clear.

Looking at An Ning standing in front of him, the old man said: "I don't understand what you mean. All the goods in the store are on the shelves. If there is nothing you want, then it is not available. You can go and look elsewhere."

Without arguing with the old man, An Ning took a few steps, knocked on the wall facing the door with her slender fingers, looked at the old man and said, "I want the one in here."

Seeing An Ning's movements and the determined look in his eyes, he knew that this was no ordinary customer.

The old man didn't hesitate. He stood up from his chair, closed the door of the shop, locked it from the inside, walked to the wall where An Ning was standing, and pressed an inconspicuous round protrusion in the corner of the wall. .

"Rumble...Rumble..." After a burst of noise, the originally flat wall in front of An Ning and the old man now revealed a door-shaped hole that allowed the two of them to pass through.

I picked up a flashlight from the drawer and turned it on, shining it into the door. I could see a staircase leading to the bottom.

The old man said to An Ning: "Follow me." Then, regardless of whether An Ning heard it or not, he stepped on the steps and walked down.

Seeing the old man enter the door, An Ning quickly followed behind the old man, stepped on the steps and walked down under the beam of flashlight.

The steps were two stories high. As they went down, the originally narrow stairs became wider and wider until there were no steps to go down. A door with a combination lock blocked the two of them.

After the old man entered the password, the door opened. The originally dark interior became brighter because the closed door was opened.

With the light channel lighting, the light of the flashlight in the old man's hand, which used to illuminate the dark stairs for the two of them, was now dimmed.

Turning off the useless flashlight in his hand, the old man turned to look at An Ning, who was following behind him, and said, "Go in and pick."

The space inside the door is not too big, about fifty or sixty square meters.

Several weapon racks were set up in the middle, with rectangular wooden boxes placed on them.

In addition, on several walls of the room, there are also various cold weapons hanging with a cold light.

An Ning didn't look at the weapons covered by wooden boxes on the weapons shelf in the middle, but walked towards the left wall.

There are several Tang knives hanging there that are simple in appearance, without the complicated patterns of dragons, phoenixes, flowers and birds, etc. carved on them.

An Ning took a Tang knife with a black handle and looked at it carefully.

I saw that this Tang Dao was about a little over one meter long, with a wooden handle, a thin blade, and an extremely sharp blade. It looked like it had been forged by someone who spent a lot of effort.

He grabbed a piece of his hair and placed it directly on top of the Tang Dao blade, letting it fall freely.

Seeing the hair that dared to change from one to two without any resistance, An Ning praised in her heart: "What a knife."

The old man looked at An Ning holding the Tang Dao and watching it carefully, and said, "The little girl has good eyesight. These Tang Dao are the most expensive weapons here."

Hearing the old man speak, An Ning moved his eyes away from the Tang Dao in his hand and looked at the old man in the room.

The old man looked at the little girl An Ning and looked up at him, thinking that she was doubting what he just said and was trying to trick her.