Chapter 903

For Gao Yang, what matters now is not to discuss Fellini's sidelines, but to buy the indispensable things first.

Gao Yang pointed to the two houses assigned to them and said, "where we live, but it's said that it's easy to lose things here, so we have to have someone look at the equipment. Well, who wants to stay and look at our things?"

Gao Yang must be cautious. We should know that the equipment on each of them is worth at least 100000 US dollars, and a low light level night vision is at least 40000 US dollars, not to mention many treasures that can't be supplemented at all. For example, the thermal imaging night vision on Gao Yang's gun has been his rifle itself.

It's inconvenient to buy a gun with a big bag, so Gao Yang still hopes that someone can look at the equipment and go shopping. Unfortunately, no one is willing to stay, because everyone wants to choose a gun himself.

Even if you know that your comrades in arms have good eyesight, you won't get guns with quality problems, but you still have to pay attention to the edge of your eyes. You always pick things out by yourself to make them easy and comfortable.

Seeing that no one was willing to stay, he smiled bitterly and said, "well, let's go."

Next to the three arms dealers, Gao Yang pointed to the nearest plank house and said, "where to go first is said to be the same."

More than a dozen of them, carrying big bags and small bags, rushed to the plank house on the blue roof. The door was half open. Gao Yang knocked on the door and directly pushed the door in.

The air conditioner is on in the room, but the sealing is not good. Even if there is air conditioner, the room is not very cool, but it can be endured. A strong man with bare arms and muscles leans on the sofa, his feet on a marching bed in front of him, and is reading a playboy.

After finding Gao Yang, the naked man showed his eyes from behind the magazine and said angrily, "what are you doing?"

Gao Yang waved his hand and said, "buy a gun, AK47, new, OK."

"The m58 produced in the Czech Republic in 1977 or in Romania in 1985 are new guns without unpacking. They are two thousand dollars a gun and one thousand dollars a box of bullets. They are made in Romania and are not sold retail."

After the strong man finished lazily, he put his attention back to the magazine. As soon as Gao Yang listened, he immediately wanted to scold the profiteer.

M58 is the Czech version of AK47. The quality is good. The AK made in Romania is also good, but it is not worth two thousand dollars anyway. As for bullets, Gao Yang doesn't know how many rounds a box of one thousand dollars is. If one thousand dollars can only buy a small iron box with one thousand rounds, there's nothing to say. They're looting.

"More rounds and less bullets in a box?"

"One thousand, all produced in 77."

Gao Yang was speechless. He knew that the arms dealers in the green area only lived here, rather than taking the people in the green area as the main business objects. He made such a place similar to a retail point in the green area, that is, the idea of discounting meat on mosquitoes' legs, but he couldn't imagine doing business to this extent.

Gao Yang didn't speak, but groliov was angry and said in a loud voice, "Fark, are you treating us as fools? Even in the war zone, five hundred dollars is very expensive, two thousand dollars a gun! One dollar a bullet, do you think we haven't seen the world!"

The strong man didn't lift his head and didn't look at groliov. He just said, "love to buy, don't buy, go away."

Groliov clenched his fist, Gao Yang quickly pulled lagerogliov and said with a bitter smile, "let's go, let's go. It's not worth it. We have other places to buy."

Groliov snorted with hatred and said to the humanitarian who was still blocked behind him: "go, you don't need to enter this broken place."

Gao Yang walked out of the territory said to be occupied by Americans, shook his head, smiled bitterly, and said to groliov, "it is said that the three arms dealers here are the same, so it is estimated that we still encounter this result, but go and have a look."

Next to the Russian house, groliov advanced and pushed the door in this time, but he found that the room was not very big. There were all kinds of gun boxes and ammunition boxes. A table was stacked with shell boxes in the middle of the room, covered with a piece of cloth, and then there were several plates, two empty wine bottles, leftovers in the plate, which attracted a pile of flies, On both sides are ammunition boxes filled with chairs. The whole house looks like a warehouse, but it doesn't look like a place to live.

There was no one in room. Groliov shouted, "anyone? Business is coming!"

"Come, who is it!"

As a lazy voice sounded, a man with blue beard slowly came out from behind the high ammunition box, stretched his waist, yawned, leaned against the ammunition box on one side, and then his beard looked at several people in the room, turned his eyes, and said listlessly, "newcomer? What do you want to buy, AK?"

Groliov nodded and said in Russian, "yes, buy some guns."

Beard waved and said, "don't speak Russian to me. I don't understand. I'm not Russian. Say what you want."

Groliov said with a depressed face, "AK, bullet."

The beard knocked the box against him with his hand. After rubbing his mouth with his hand, he said lazily: "two thousand one, AKM, Russian goods, produced by yizevsk machinery factory. Whether you unpack it or not. If you want more, I'll open a box for you to ensure that it's new."

Yizevsk factory is the only factory with intellectual property rights to produce AK47. It can be said that it is the only genuine product. However, this factory has just gone bankrupt because there are too many places to pirate AK47

Groliov shook his head and said in a muffled voice, "the guns produced by yizevsk are good, but they are not worth two thousand. In places like Iraq, it's time to end one thousand dollars."

The beard yawned and said indifferently, "that's the market. Buy if you like, or go away if you don't buy. Don't bargain with me. Where do you think this is? Man, don't disturb my sleep."

Groliov looked angry, but he still endured his anger: "bullets."

His beard shook his head, pointed to the bullet box with his toes and said, "here, it's all there, M43. See for yourself. It's almost the same."

Groliov glanced at the stacked bullet boxes, turned his head and said, "it's all 1955?"

The beard shrugged his shoulders and said, "maybe, I told you, this batch of goods are almost the same."

Groliov took a breath and said in a deep voice, "how much is it?"

"One thousand boxes, oh, tin boxes, one thousand hair boxes, not big boxes. Don't make a mistake."

Groliov finally couldn't help it. He angrily said, "you damn profiteer, I can't bear the gun. The remaining ammunition of the army in 55 years is older than me. How dare you sell a dollar a hair?"

The beard seemed to lose patience and said impatiently, "the boss set this price. Again, if you like to buy, go away if you don't buy! Don't fucking want trouble."

It's not true that he doesn't use a knife or a gun, but groliov, as an old mercenary, can't stand the anger of being slaughtered by others. He twisted his head and said, "go, I'd rather not use it than give money to such profiteers."

More than a dozen people left without talking. At this time, there was only the 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 taking a few steps, Gao Yang knocked on the door painted black. Before he opened his mouth, he heard someone inside use a very gentle language: "please come in."

Gao Yang finally saw a normal place like an office.

The room was not big. A row of chairs were placed along the wall. In the middle was a small desk. Behind it sat a clean shaved Middle East man with a beard.

After seeing Gao Yang and them go in, the Middle East man in a white shirt and tie stood up from his chair, stretched out his hand and said with a smile, "please sit down, gentlemen, please sit down."

Groliov didn't sit down. He went directly to his desk and said angrily, "how much is AK and how to sell bullets!"

The white shirt held out his hand to groliov and said with a smile, "you can call me Salim, sir. Our AK is different in color and price from bullets. Which one do you want?"

Groliov finally received more normal treatment like a normal customer. Looking at Salim's outstretched hand, groliov 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 can ensure the quality. One is 2000, the bulk is more than 100, and more than 1600."

Groliov waved his hand and said, "twelve."

"OK, buy a small amount. One from Eastern Europe is 2000, with three magazines attached. The 56 style made in China is 2000 US dollars, with three magazines attached. It is made in Russia, with 2500 US dollars, with four magazines attached. All of them are new goods just unpacked!"

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

Groliov nodded and said, "what about the bullet?"

"There are eleven boxes of bullets, but we have good goods here. Bullets made in China are new goods that only left the factory in 2005, but the price is a little higher, 1500 dollars a box."

Gao Yang couldn't help crying black in his heart. It's really black enough.

Bullets can be used after decades of fighting, but how to say, they must still have some impact after a long time. When a new bullet hits 1000 rounds, it will not encounter a dud. However, with bullets stored for decades, it may catch up with a stinky bullet when it hits 500 rounds. Although generally speaking, the probability is small, the difference is obvious.

However, if anyone dares to sell M43 steel shell intermediate bullets for one dollar, it's really a black house, but there's no way. People's arms dealers earn this money. Don't buy it if it's too expensive.