Hans, Li Du, and the others were shocked to see Morris use the cannonball.
They thought that Morris had lost control of his emotions. If he really dared to fire the cannon, none of them would be able to escape and they would spend the rest of their lives in prison.
Their reaction made Morris laugh. "God, the shell of this trench cannon weighs 100 pounds. Do you think my buddy is carrying something that weighs 100 pounds?"
The waiter explained, "This is an empty shell, just a shell shell."
Li Du heaved a sigh of relief. He had just started his wonderful life and did not want to be thrown into prison.
Morris used the shell shell to measure the caliber of the cannon. He opened the breech from the back and inserted the shell into it. Then he kicked the ejector with his foot.
Just like that, with a crisp click, the cannonball entered the cannon's chamber.
Seeing this, Morris was even more excited. He patted the muzzle and said, "Good, the cannon is original. This guy is good, very good!"
Hans asked, "Can you make a bid?"
Morris said, "Fixed price, 500,000 dollars!"
Hans and Li Du looked at each other. The price was very satisfactory. They had thought that the cannon could sell for 100,000 or 200,000 dollars.
Seeing the two of them exchange glances, Morris thought that they were not satisfied with the price and said, "Guys, this trench cannon is good stuff, but you can't find a suitable buyer. You can only keep it as a pile of scrap metal."
"It's not easy to find a buyer for this thing. Maybe some people like to collect weapons, but not everyone is qualified to collect cannons. Also, the main part of the trench cannon is original, but the parts are made privately … "
Li Du waved his hand and said, "No need to say more, Morris. This guy belongs to you."
Morris, who was about to continue talking, was stunned. "Deal?"
Li Du held out his hand and said, "Deal!"
Morris sighed. "When you guys came, I thought I was going to make money. In the end, I have to spend money. This is terrible."
Hans laughed. "You won't lose money. This cannon will definitely make you money."
Morris shook his head. "No, I'm not going to sell it. I'm going to keep this bad boy for myself."
Li Du said, "That's even better. I bet this guy will enrich your collection even more."
Morris said happily, "Of course, of course, it must be so."
The two parties began to close the deal, and Morris wrote them a check.
After writing the check, he sighed and said, "A year's worth of income, guys. It's gone just like that."
Hans said, "You can earn half a million dollars a year. That's amazing."
"In the end, you guys earned it in one day. One storage unit is equivalent to a year's worth of my earnings," Morris said. "This makes me want to join the ranks of storage auctions."
Li Du smiled. "We welcome you to join us, but it's not always a good opportunity to earn money like this. In fact, Big Fox has been doing this for more than ten years, and this is the most he's ever earned."
Hans blinked and said helplessly, "Damn, you're right."
Godzilla and Big Quinn helped. With Morris leading the way, they moved the trench cannon into the basement under the shooting range.
This basement was Morris' private collection room. The door was huge and solid, as if it was cast from a large piece of pig iron.
Hans said, "The door to a treasury is just like this, right?"
Morris laughed. "In fact, this is the door to a treasury. A few years ago, a bank changed the equipment, and this kind of old-fashioned door was obsolete. So we bought it."
The door opened, and a vast space appeared in front of them.
This basement was very large, about 400 to 500 square feet, and the height was about six to six meters. Li Du looked in and felt that he had entered an arsenal!
The basement was full of weapons, from hunting knives to hunting rifles, from pistols to machine guns, and there were also cannons of various sizes!
The space beside the door was hidden. Morris said, "That's my workshop. I usually make guns and ammunition in there."
Hans walked around and said, "Israeli Galil rifle, German G3 series, oh wow, you have a full set of Soviet AK?"
Morris said proudly, "I can swear that all the AKs here were made by the Soviets. Look up, there's an AKM. Do you know whose signature is on it?"
"Whose?" Hans tried hard to see, but could not see clearly.
Morris said, "The Emperor, Kalashnikov!"
Hans exclaimed, "My God, then it's really priceless!"
The AKM was an old gun that had been around for half a century. Like the AK-47, it had the same father — the Emperor of Rifles, Kalashnikov.
Kalashnikov would not easily give a name to a gun. If he did, it would mean that the gun had a special meaning. It could be the first sample gun produced, or a commemorative edition.
After sending the cannon in, they shook hands and said goodbye to Morris. While it was still early, they quickly drove back to Flagstaff.
On the way, Hans said, "This fella Morris is really rich. The things in his collection are worth tens of millions!"
Li Du said, "Not just tens of millions. That's enough to arm a regiment. If he was in Africa, he could even become a warlord with that arsenal."
Hans turned on the radio and said to Big Quinn, "If you were in Africa, you wouldn't need arms to become a warlord."
Big Quinn, who was sitting in the truck behind, heard this and was confused. "What?"
Li Du stared at Hans and said, "Nothing. We want to be guests at your house tonight, buddy. Are we welcome?"
Big Quinn laughed, "Of course, of course, I'll have to let you know in advance. To be honest, I was just about to invite you guys over. "
When they arrived at Flagstaff, Li Du and Hans went to the biggest supermarket, Volvo, and bought two 1,000-dollar shopping cards as gifts.
Big Quinn's house was not far from Bones Community. It was a very ordinary neighborhood that was completely open to the public. It was filled with old houses.
The truck stopped by the roadside and the Hellcat followed. Then, a few black kids who were playing around ran over and looked at the Hellcat with eager eyes.
After Big Quinn got out of the truck, a tall and skinny black teenager shouted, "Daddy, you're back? Mommy prepared a lot of food. Is there a guest? "
Seeing the teenager, Big Quinn smiled contentedly. This was the first time Li Du saw a non-threatening expression on his face.
As he smiled, he patted the teenager's head and said, "Of course. Come, let me introduce you. Walker, this is Uncle Li, this is Uncle Fox, and this is Uncle Flores."
Hans and the teenager bumped fists. Young Walker asked, "Is this Hellcat yours?"
"Of course," Hans laughed. The teenager showed an envious expression and immediately added, "No, of course it's not mine, haha."
The teenager said, "But it matches your temperament. You're all very cool."
Hans was elated and said, "Big Quinn, your son has a glib tongue. Does he want to become a lawyer?"
Big Quinn was also elated and said, "I hope so, Big Fox."
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