For Gao Yang, what is important now is not to discuss Fellini's side job, but to start buying what is inseparable.

Gao Yang pointed to the two houses assigned to them and said, "We live, but it is said that it is easy to lose things here, so we have to look at the equipment. OK, who wants to leave behind what we look at?"

Gao Yang must be more cautious, knowing that each of them has equipment worth at least 100,000 US dollars, and a shimmer night vision device costs at least 40,000 US dollars, not to mention many treasures that are still unsuccessful, such as the thermal night vision device on Gao Yang's gun, which is already his rifle itself.

It is inconvenient to buy guns with a big bag, so Gao Yang still hopes that someone can look at the equipment and then go to buy them lightly. Unfortunately, no one is willing to stay because everyone wants to come in person when choosing guns.

Even if I know that my comrades’ vision will not be bad, I will not get a gun with quality problems, but I still have to pay attention to my own qualities. I always pick out things myself to make them feel comfortable and feel comfortable.

Seeing that no one was willing to stay, Gao Yang smiled bitterly and said, "Okay, then everyone can go."

Next to the three arms dealers, Gao Yang pointed to the nearest prefecture house and said, "Where is going first, it is said that it is the same."

Gao Yang and his dozen others carried large bags and carried small bags to the blue-topped prefabricated house. The door was half open. Gao Yang knocked on the door and pushed it open and went in.

The room has air conditioning on, but the seal is not good. Even with air conditioning, the room is not very cool. It is just tolerated. A shirtless and muscular man leans on the sofa, with his feet on a camp bed in front of him. He is reading a playboy.

After discovering Gao Yang, the shirtless man showed his eyes from the back of the magazine and said angrily: "What are you doing?"

Gao Yang waved his hand and said, "Buy a gun, ak47, want new ones, good ones."

"The Czech Republic produced m58 in 1977, or Romania produced in 1985. They were all new guns that were not unboxed, both of which were 2,000 US dollars per and 1,000 US dollars per box of bullets. They were produced in Romania and were not sold in stock."

After the strong man finished speaking lazily, he focused his attention back on the magazine. When Gao Yang heard this, he immediately wanted to scold the unscrupulous businessman.

m58 is the Czech version of AK47, which is of good quality and Romanian aK. The quality is OK, but it is not worth 2,000 US dollars in any case. As for bullets, Gao Yang doesn’t know how many rounds a box of one thousand dollars. If you can only buy a small iron box of one thousand dollars, then there is nothing to say. They are robbing it openly.

"One box of more and few bullets?"

"One thousand, all produced in 77 years."

Gao Yang was speechless. He knew that the arms dealers in the green area only lived here, instead of treating the people in the green area as their main business objects. He built such a retail location in the green area, which means he was selling off mosquitoes' legs and was also meaty, but he still couldn't imagine that the business was so bad.

Gao Yang didn't say anything, but Grolev was angry and shouted: "Fake, are you treating us as fools? Even if you are in the war zone, five hundred dollars is very expensive, two thousand dollars per gun! One dollar per bullet, do you think we have never seen a rookie in the world!"

The strong man didn't raise his head, nor did he look at Grolev, but just said, "If you like to buy, don't buy, get out of buying."

Grolev clenched his fist, Gao Yang quickly pulled Ragrolev and said with a wry smile: "Let's go, let's go, it's not worth it. We have other places to buy."

After snorting hatred, Grolev said to the person who was still blocked by him and did not enter the house: "Let's go, you don't need to enter this broken place."

Gao Yang walked out of the territory that was said to be occupied by the Americans, shook his head, smiled bitterly, and said to Grolev: "It is said that the three arms dealers here are the same, so I guess we still encounter this result, but let's take a look."

Next to the Russian house, Grolev advanced this time and pushed the door open, but found that the room was not very big. There were all kinds of gun boxes and ammunition boxes. A table was piled up with shell boxes in the middle of the house, with a piece of cloth on it, and then there were several plates, two empty wine bottles, and leftovers in the plate, which attracted a bunch of flies. There were ammunition boxes filled with chairs on both sides. The whole house looked like a warehouse, but not a place to live.

There was no one in the room, and Grolev shouted: "Is anyone there? Business is coming!"

"Here, who is it!"

As a lazy voice sounded, a blue bearded man slowly walked out from behind the high-stacked ammunition box, stretched his waist, yawned, and leaned against the ammunition box on one side, the bearded man looked at the people in the room, rolled his eyes, and said listlessly: "Is it new? What are you going to buy, ak?"

Grolev nodded and said in Russian: "Yes, buy a few guns."

The bearded waved and said, "Don't speak Russian to me. I don't understand. I'm not a Russian, I'm talking about what you want."

Grolev said with a depressed look on his face: "ak, bullet."

The bearded knocked the box against which he leaned with his hands and rubbed his mouth hard with his hands, then he said lazily: "Two thousand every hand, akm, Russian goods, produced by Izhevsk Machinery Factory. If you want more, I will open a box for you, and it is guaranteed to be new."

Izhevsk Factory, in theory, is the only factory with intellectual property rights to produce ak47, and can be said to be the only genuine product. However, this factory just went bankrupt because there are too many places to produce ak47 pirated.

Grolev shook his head and said in a muffled voice: "The gun produced by Izhevsk is good, but it is not worth two thousand. In places like Iraq, a thousand dollars should be over."

The bearded yawned and said indifferently: "It's the market. If you like to buy, buy it. If you don't buy it, get out. Don't bargain with me. What's the place? Guy, don't disturb me to sleep."

Grolev looked angry, but he still held back his anger and said, "Where is the bullet."

The beard shook his head, pointed to the bullet box with his toes and said, "Here, they are all there, m43, see for yourself, they are almost the same."

Grolev looked at the stacked bullet boxes, twisted his head and said, "All of them are from 1955?"

The beard shook his shoulders and said, "Maybe, I told you that these goods are almost the same."

Grolev took a breath and said in a deep voice: "How much is it."

"One thousand one box, oh, the iron box, one thousand hairs, is not a big box, don't make a mistake."

Grolev finally couldn't help it and said angrily: "You damn profiteer, I'll endure the gun. The remaining bullets of the 55-year army in the past are older than mine. Do you dare to sell one dollar per shot?"

The bearded man seemed to have lost his patience and said impatiently: "The boss set this price. Say it again. If you like to buy, get out if you don't buy it! Don't fucking want to make trouble."

It is not enough to use a knife or a gun, but as an old mercenary, Grolev could not stand the anger of being slaughtered by others. He immediately turned his head and said, "Let's go, I would rather not give money to such a profiteer."

A dozen people left without saying a word. At this time, there was only one last arms dealer left. Gao Yang said helplessly: "Come on, this is the last one. It's expensive, it's almost enough. Let's go in."

After walking a few steps, Gao Yang knocked on the black door. Before he could speak, someone inside said in a very gentle tone: "Please come in."

Gao Yang finally saw a more normal place, like an office.

The room was not big, with a row of chairs along the wall, a small desk in the middle, and a Middle Eastern man with a bearded face but shaved clean seat.

After seeing Gao Yang and the others in, the Middle Eastern man in a white shirt and tie stood up from the chair and reached out and smiled, "Please sit, gentlemen, please sit."

Grolev did not sit down, and walked directly to his desk and said fiercely: "How much does an ak cost? How much does it cost to sell bullets!"

The white shirt stretched out his hand at Grolev and smiled, "You can call me Salim, sir, our AK and bullets have different colors and prices. Which one do you want?"

Grolev finally received normal treatment like a normal customer. Looking at Salim's hand, Grolev was stunned for a moment before holding Salim's hand and said in a deep voice: "What do you have?"

Salim smiled and said, "The guns produced in Eastern Europe are guaranteed to be of quality. One is 2,000, and a large batch is 100 or more than one thousand six."

Grolev waved his hand and said, "Twelve."

"Okay, buy in small quantities. Eastern Europe produces two thousand yuan, with three magazines, China produces Type 56, two thousand US dollars, with three magazines, Russia produces two thousand, five hundred US dollars, with four magazines, all of which are newly unboxed!"

Salim is even darker than the first two people, but he has a good attitude.

Grolev nodded and said, "What about the bullet?"

"One thousand box of bullets, but we have good goods here. China produces bullets, but new goods that were only released in 2005, but the price is slightly higher, one thousand five hundred dollars a box."

Gao Yang couldn't help but scream in his heart. It was so dark.

Bullets can be used even if they are left for decades and then fired, but how to say it, it will definitely have some impact over time. If you can shoot a thousand new bullets, you can only encounter a dud bullet. However, if you have been stored for decades, you may catch up with a stinky bullet. Although the probability is not high overall, the difference will be revealed after comparing.
Chapter completed!