Chapter 1115

"What are we going to do next?" Shaobing and Lengfeng are in the same car, but Jiang Yanhai can't be in the same car. There are black lions on their car.

"I'll buy you equipment. You're here. There's nothing here. The guy who eats still needs to buy it." the black lion smiled directly.

"Here, you can buy it directly?" Shao Bing was stunned.

"Otherwise? Wait for us to make it in our own factory!" said the black lion with a ha ha smile. He stretched out his hand and patted Shaobing on the shoulder. The black lion smiled twice: "brother, welcome to warm Africa. This is not your country."

Shao Bing thought for a moment. It seems that this is the case. He only heard and saw it on TV, movies and internal documents of the army, but he really felt it. It's really not true.

This time they caught up.

"Everyone is ready to guard and enter the black market immediately." Jiang Yanhai's voice rang.

"Yes!" the black lion's faces suddenly became alert, and the people in the car quickly began to operate. Shaobing saw that they had directly opened the remote-control rotating machine gun page on the roof, combined with a small fire control radar, although they could not react as quickly as the 1130 on the warship.

However, the rotating machine gun can still lock the incoming bullet trajectory in about one second and quickly launch a counterattack. Of course, it can also be manually operated to shoot.

All the rotating machine guns on the roof of the eight cars were running and were excited at any time. The people in charge of operating the machine guns in the car did not care about talking and laughing at the moment. They all looked seriously at the screen in front of them.

Shao Bing and twelve of them once again felt a very different atmosphere from that in China... You know, they all loaded live ammunition here!

The speed of the vehicle was not slow, but it was not fast. After turning the street in front, the surroundings suddenly seemed to become lively, and the speed of the team began to decline.

Through the window in front of the car, Shao Bing can see that the people outside are like the market in China for decades. Everyone is setting up stalls to sell things, but what they sell is not food and goods, but guns!

All kinds of guns, decades ago, the latest, worn and worn, bullets are loaded on the bullet chain, in bulk, and all kinds of grenades, mines, smoke bombs, etc. anyway, Shaobing and others in the car are an eye opener.

Many people on the street gave way to their motorcade when they entered. After all, they could afford to provoke it. You can see from the motorcade. The machine gun on the roof is not fun. No one wants to test the power of bullets.

After driving about a few hundred meters in this block, I left the street where guns are sold casually and turned to the next street. It was much quieter. The colors on the doors of a row of houses here were different.

"What's the matter with these blue and green colors?" Shaobing asked curiously.

"The red gate is Russian, the blue one is American, and the black one over there, the Krai, and the white one is European." the black lion said quickly, "of course, these are arms dealers."

Shao Bing looked at those colorful houses that were almost close to each other. He was speechless... Such a scene is rarely seen in his mother!

"Hey! I tell you, this has become a routine. After the Gulf War, such a trend has gradually formed. Then after the Karai war, the capital of the United States set up a war Green Zone, and then these rules quickly began to spread on the land of the war."

"Most war-torn cities have similar preparations. Now the city also has a green area. You can take nothing in the green area, but if you leave the green area, you need all your weapons." the black lion smiled.

Leng Feng doesn't know much about these things. After all, he was just looking for people before, but most of the time he stayed in a relatively peaceful country. Now, they are in a war zone.

With a "creak", their motorcade stopped directly at a place painted with a blue door. Jiang Yanhai called Shaobing, black lion, Lengfeng and balek, and the others didn't get off.

After getting off the bus, Jiang Yanhai went straight inside, but he was stopped before he reached the door. It seems that he should be a local.

"Sir, are you here to buy weapons? Why don't you think about us? It's absolutely good and cheap." the local man said quickly.

Shao Bing: "...." there are fucking arms selling in the street, but after watching the scene of just setting up a stall to sell guns, it's nothing.

Jiang Yanhai looked at the local man, pointed to the houses, and then said, "you didn't get killed when you did this?"

Block the way at the door of arms dealers to promote your own arms. Do you think these arms dealers are domestic vivo and oppo? Can you do it indefinitely?

"What are you afraid of? We are a boss," the local man said righteously.

Everyone: "

Jiang Yanhai was a little speechless by this sentence, but he shook his head, pointed to it and said, "I'd better go in."

"Go on, go on, you can't die. I'll tell you that the price in this street is basically the same. You still have to come to me in the end." the local didn't stop him, but quickly waved his hands and said.

"Can't they all be a boss?" Jiang Yanhai said, pointing to the colorful door in the big circle.

"Well, that's not true." the local man was speechless, "but in terms of price, they are no different from a boss."

Jiang Yanhai smiled and directly raised his legs and went in.

There were not many people in the house, or they saw only one person, a white man in his forties. When they saw them come in, the white man threw the Playboy in his hand on the nearby tea table and asked, "what do you want?"

"What do you have here?"

"There's everything. I'll sell it here if you say so." the white man said very loudly.

"AK47, brand new, how much is it?" Jiang Yanhai asked.

"2000 dollars, 1000 dollars a box of bullets." the white man gave a price directly.

"How big is the box?" Jiang Yanhai asked. You have to ask about the boxes here. The specifications of the boxes containing bullets are different.

"Small iron box, one thousand bullets," said the white man calmly.

"You're really stealing money." the nearby balek couldn't help but speak loudly.

"Buy as you like, and go away if you don't buy." the white man sneered, as if he didn't care about their business at all.