While Sheyan was sizing up this series of weapons, the curtain at the back parted and a woman walked in. This woman looked familiar, she was the one who tried to strike up a conversation with Sheyan but was rejected. She glared at Sheyan, coldly asking.
"This is the weapon you want to buy?"
Sheyan didn't reply, instead he extended his hand and picked up a flashy looking handgun. Immediately, he received a series of notifications from his nightmare imprint.
"M500 revolver" (Condition: average)
"Origin: America. Smith Wesson Company"
"Equipment rarity: White"
"Attack power: 75-95"
"Material: Titanium steel stamped, outer surface treated with shot peening and phosphating." “
"Addons: STII type silencer. Wooden stock, strap. "
"Usable ammunition: 0.50 Magnum high-powered handgun bullets." “
"Bullet effective range: 100 metres"
"Weight: 2.1 kg" “
"Gun length: 450 mm"
"Magazine capacity: 2 rounds (To be repaired)"
"Equipment usage requirement: Strength must be at least 7 points." “
"Attack speed: 8 seconds per round, extremely slow. Reloading speed: 15 seconds." (To be repaired)
"Handgun type additional effects: Shooting accuracy + 10%, shooting distance -10%."
"Equipment battle score: 9"
"Evaluation: Possessing this gun will allow you to conquer the entire world – if the gun's firing speed is normal."
"This equipment cannot be brought out of this world."
The immense might of this handgun immediately caught Sheyan's attention. The highest damage it could deal was 95 points of damage, this meant that if he were to receive a direct hit, he would only be able to withstand 2 shots. However, this weapon's low firing speed and low ammo capacity determined that the accuracy of the user was rather high.
Sheyan then picked up another weapon, this was a shotgun.
"Italy SPAS15MIL battle shotgun" (Condition: average)
"Origin: Italy IK Company" “
"Equipment rarity: White"
"Equipment position: Hand, weapon"
"Attack power within 8 meters: 68-78. Attack power within 8-20 meters: 35-45. Attack power within 20-40 meters: 27-37. “
"Material: Nickel steel stamped, outer surface treated with shot peening and phosphating." “
"Addons: Grenade launcher (Destroyed)" “
"Usable ammunition: military and police."
"Bullet effective range: 40 meters."
"Same caliber tear gas and super caliber grenade range: 150 meters (this function needs to be repaired before use)."
"Weight: 3.9 kg. “
"Full gun length: 915 mm"
"Magazine capacity (6 rounds)"
"Firing Speed: Fast, 1 shot per second, can be fired consecutively."
"Reload Speed: Slow. Eight seconds. "
[Equipment usage requirement: Strength must reach 8 points]
"Shotgun type special effect: Attacking enemies within 8 meters has a chance to send them flying. The power of the bullet will be weakened beyond 20 meters (This effect will be weakened after leaving this world).
"Shotgun type special effect: Attacking an enemy within 8 meters has a chance to cause the enemy to enter a state of shock for 3-5 seconds. Movement and Attack Speed reduced by 60% (This effect will be weakened after leaving this world).
"Evaluation: If this gun is repaired, it will be of great help to you. “
"Equipment battle score: 9"
"This equipment cannot be brought out of this world."
Note: Equipment levels in this book are as follows:
Grey (Basically, you can throw it into the store)
White (normal).
Light blue (1 additional attribute).
Dark blue (1 – 2 additional attributes).
Black equipment (1 – 2 additional attributes + 0 – 1 passive ability).
Silver storyline equipment (Selected boss has a small chance of dropping a unique attribute) Green equipment (set).
Light green equipment (Upgradeable equipment) Gold storyline equipment.
(White equipment may have additional characteristics according to the equipment type, but this is the equipment type's special effect. That is to say, as long as one uses this type of gun, it will definitely have this special effect. For example, all shotguns will have this special effect. Therefore, there may be a situation where a high level white equipment may be better than a dark blue equipment.)
"How much are these two? Little chick? "
After inspecting the rest of the firearms, he discovered that these two were the only ones he needed the most. Thus, he pointed to the M500 pistol and the shotgun, using a cynical tone he indifferently said.
That woman's face exposed a vexed expression, snatching the gun back and retorting.
"It's Miss Katrina, if you call me little chick again, then don't blame me for stuffing this gun into your damned mouth before pulling the trigger! 5000 USD! “
Very obviously this woman was trying to rip off her customer with an exorbitant price. Even if these two weapons were brand new, the military's purchase price was probably less than 4000 USD. Yet these two half-damaged old goods were actually sold for 5000 USD. Sheyan crossed his arms in front of his chest, coldly snorting.
"The pistol's magazine is half-damaged, it can only carry 2 rounds. What's worse is that the shotgun's grenade launcher is completely damaged. You dare to sell such trash for such a high price? “
Katrina immediately retorted.
"You idiot, using a grenade launcher on the streets of Los Angeles? Are you tired of living? Are you buying or not, if not then scram. "
Obviously this woman was still holding a grudge over Sheyan's previous rejection. Sheyan was about to speak, but suddenly the curtain behind him moved, two more people entered. One of them looked rather familiar with the mohawk who led the way, he should be a broker here. The other black man didn't look very tall. His hair was combed into a small braid that was very popular at the time, but the muscles and bones on his arms protruded, looking very strong. His eyes were very small, as if they were squinting at any time. The light in his eyes flashed, giving the impression that he was very shrewd and capable.
"This is Mister Cazider." The broker who led the way introduced with a face full of smiles.
"He's here to purchase some self-defense equipment."
This broker had obviously obtained a lot of benefits from Cazider, thus he was much more enthusiastic than the mohawk. Sheyan also noticed a detail, when Cazider entered, his gaze was similarly fixated on the shotguns on the shelves!
"Don't tell me this guy is also a contestant?" Sheyan's mind immediately flashed with this thought. His expression did not change, but he had already retreated two steps, standing in the shadows to make himself less conspicuous. Cazider's attention was also on the dazzling array of goods on the shelves, he took a quick glance, finally touching the two guns Sheyan picked out, after a simple inspection he straightforwardly said.
"How much are these two guns, I want them all. “
Katrina coldly replied.
"6000 USD." “
Cazider did not hesitate as he pulled out a thick stack of US dollars to pay. Sheyan could clearly see that this guy was not trying to trick others, he really had tens of thousands of US dollars on him! Sheyan's eyes flashed slightly, but he immediately shouted out.
"Hold on, I saw these two guns first." “
Katrina looked at him with disdain and said.
"Country bumpkin, we don't care about the so-called first come, first served gentlemanly behavior here. Everything is in goddamn dollars. “
Sheyan calmly replied.
"Very well, then I'll pay 7000 USD." “
Katrina turned around, shrugging her shoulders at Cazider, her body language was very obvious. Cazider expressionlessly replied.
"10,000 USD."
Although Sheyan was always short on money, but in his previous travels around the world, he had seen many rich second generations who squandered money like water. He immediately imitated them and casually replied.
"20,000 USD."
Cazider coldly replied. "30,000 USD." “
Sheyan immediately replied without hesitation.
"50,000 USD."
Cazider's face turned ugly, of course he had 50,000 USD, but the opponent's unbridled bid gave him a strong psychological pressure, that was because the opponent had sufficient funds and was determined to win! And 50,000 USD was close to Cazider's psychological bottom line. One must know, he only had 80,000 USD on him!
The atmosphere instantly turned awkward. Sheyan's heart skipped a beat. That feeling was hard to describe, it was as if his chest was suddenly pierced by a needle, following that his heart started to palpitate. Following that, he saw Cazider quickly pull out a pistol from his collar and aimed at him!
Fire!
Cazider's series of actions were extremely fast, yet extremely clear, it was as if all his actions were dissected and displayed in front of everyone. The muzzle flash had yet to dissipate, but Sheyan's left chest area was already torn apart, he was actually shot 3 times at the same spot!
Sheyan's face exposed an expression of shock and disbelief. Clutching his chest, he staggered back a few steps. Finally, he lost his balance and fell to the ground. Dark red blood could be seen seeping out from his fingers, soaking his clothes in a ghastly red color.
Obviously, Cazider had hidden his gun in his collar and successfully avoided the body search at the entrance. After pulling out his gun and killing Sheyan, he didn't continue attacking. Instead, he tilted his head towards Katrina and calmly muttered in nasal English.
"This is what happens to people who get in the way, hand over the bullets."
Looking at this person's appearance, he completely treated killing as a trivial matter, it was obvious that his hands were already stained with blood. Since this place was secretly selling guns underground, naturally, they wouldn't put the bullets together. Otherwise, most of the people who came to buy guns would be vicious and vicious. It was very likely that they would immediately use your own guns and ammunition to deal with you! Katrina who was being pointed at by a gun did not show any fear, she stared at the pistol in Cazider's hand and gritted her teeth.
"You damned cop! “
Since this Carnival nightclub dared to open an underground weapons black market, it was obvious that they were well received by both the government and the underworld. Hearing the gunshots from inside, the guards outside had already rushed in with their guns drawn. Mohawk and the other broker also took out triangular blades from their waists, not caring about the guns in the enemy's hands, their eyes filled with murderous intent as they approached.
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