Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 72

When Tang Mo walked through the slender gangplank and came to the deck of this huge sailing armed merchant ship, a group of elves in decent clothes had already set up a dining table on the deck with a lot of good food.

Facing the sea breeze, the white tablecloth was slightly rippling. Under the huge yellowed sail rolled up like lotus roots, a handsome elf was smiling and looking at him with a wine glass.

Who in this world is not a beauty controler?When he saw Tang Mo's handsome and young face, John's mood improved by 2 points compared to just now—probably the score of a fill-in-the-blank question.

"Hello! My name is Tang Mo, and I'm the owner of a company on the outskirts of Bunas City." Although the two armed entourages were not allowed to board the boat, Weiss was allowed to follow.

After all, these days everyone still wants to save face, and things like bringing a guard are actually not that taboo.

Tang Mo said a new word as soon as they met, which made John a little confused, and the elf captain standing next to John also repeated with a displeased expression: "Enterprise?"

"Hmm, enterprise. Or, you can understand it as a super big workshop." Tang Mo was in a relaxed state, because this state of negotiation was one of the states he was most familiar with.

At this time, he seems to be a god who has opened up his own domain, in this domain he is everything, he is an invincible existence.

At this time, he was not talking nonsense, but showing his strength to the other party, subconsciously increasing the other party's recognition of Tang Mo Enterprise.

Before they knew it, the other party would think they were smart enough to deny part of Tang Mo's description, but at the same time accept another part of Tang Mo's description.

"Hahaha! Workshop? With all due respect, it's bigger than a workshop, but it's just a workshop." The captain standing next to John really responded to Tang Mo with disdain at this moment.

Tang Mo didn't tell the difference, because his goal had already been achieved.As long as the other party does not question the production capacity of his workshop, it will pave the way for subsequent negotiations.

So, Tang Mo accepted it as soon as he saw it, and admitted, "Well, if you like, I will be the boss of Datang Workshop."

"Then, let's talk about it. What good things do you want to sell to me when you come here?" John didn't want to be led by the nose by Tang Mo, so he asked directly.

"Uh...Actually, it's a kind of rifle. A new type of rifle, a better rifle than the Cyric flintlock." Tang Mo didn't make any secrets, and directly explained his purpose for coming.

"What did you say?" Hearing Tang Mo's words, the elf captain standing there leaned forward and yelled in disbelief.

"Are you kidding me?" John glanced at the captain beside him to restore his demeanor, then turned to look at Tang Mo and asked.

"I'm not kidding! Sir, I'm not kidding! I do have a design for a new type of rifle, and I have a physical display." Tang Mo answered John's question seriously.

"..." John was silent, because he already believed what Tang Mo said.Because they were interviewing this time, Tang Mo also said that he had a physical display.So, whether it is true or not, you only need to try it to know.

This kind of lie can't last long at all, so Tang Mo's lying is completely unnecessary.In this case, [-]% of what Tang Mo said was true.

Now, it's John's turn to be a little bit on the fence -- because if it's true, what's he going to do?
So he could only speak while thinking about countermeasures: "Mr. Tang Mo, I already know the purpose of your coming here. With all due respect, you said that you have a brand new weapon in your hand, and I can verify it at any time... So, I think what you said is true."

Having said that, he paused for a moment, and then continued: "However, I still can't imagine why, you developed a new weapon, but..."

"But sold you elves?" Tang Mo rushed to pick up the conversation, spreading his hands innocently.

He really misses the days when he had cigarettes. If he had, he could flick the ash naturally at this time, exhale a puff of smoke pretending to be high-spirited, and hold the B grid mysteriously, showing his demeanor.

But unfortunately, tobacco is not so popular in this world, so he can only stand there honestly, like a high school student.

John nodded and admitted Tang Mo's statement: "Yes, although I don't want to admit it, I have to remind you that in fact, the relationship between elves and humans in the world is not very good."

"It doesn't matter... I am an arms dealer, and the gold coins of elves are also gold coins, don't they?" Tang Mo blurted out naturally.

But in fact, he cut off a lot of content in the middle of this passage. In fact, what he thought in his mind was: the gold coins of elves are also gold coins, the gold coins of orcs are also gold coins, and the gold coins of human beings are also gold coins. There is no difference between them, is there? ?
John squinted at the captain standing beside him, and the elf captain immediately spoke to the sailor standing behind Tang Mo and Weiss: "Come on, let the two people he brought in! I want to see Look, what kind of advanced weapon is the new rifle you speak of."

"I didn't even drink water on the way here...do you mind?" Tang Mo glanced at the leaving sailors, and then walked to the table under the unkind eyes of the other sailors, stretched out his hand, and pointed to the table the ale on the table, and asked.

"Anything! Mr. Tang Mo! As long as everything you said is true, I can get you better wine and more gold coins." John pointed at the bottle of ale indifferently, indicating that Tang Mo could take it all away. .

Tang Mo smiled and pulled the cork off the wine bottle, and poured himself a glass, as naturally and casually as if he had arrived at his own home.

His actions caught John's eyes, and for a moment, the elf nobleman had the illusion that he was facing his father.

Slippery, imposing, full of nobility, like an abyss... These strange temperaments are so strangely combined in a young man, which makes John feel weird.

This invisible pressure made him feel very unnatural.Fortunately, just when he was a little irritable, Loew led people up to the deck, and put a wooden box in his hand on another table.

The two elves stepped forward and opened the wooden box. After seeing the guns and ammunition inside, they took two steps back to give Tang Mo a little space.

Tang Mo didn't mind, put down his wine glass, walked over, and took out the K1 quick gun from the box: "Then, please allow me to solemnly introduce... Tang's K1 quick gun! Shoot a better weapon!"

He pulled the bolt, took a round from the case, stuffed it into the chamber, closed the bolt, and completed the loading action.

Immediately afterwards, he handed the rifle to the elf standing aside, indicating that he could use this weapon for experimental shooting.

The leading captain took over the rifle from Tang Mo. Of course, he had played with rifles before, so he easily knew how this thing works.

Although he still doesn't quite understand the loading process, he knows where is the trigger, where is the sight, and where is the muzzle.

So, after taking over the weapon, he picked up the K1 fast gun, aimed at the seagulls soaring over the sea in the distance, and pulled the trigger in his hand.

"Boom!" A sudden gunshot echoed on the surface of the sea, and the seagull fell in response, smashing into the sea water and splashing a small splash.

Tang Mo looked at the stunned elves, then stretched out his hand, making a begging gesture.The elf captain in the lead subconsciously handed back the weapon in his hand to Tang Mo.

After taking over his own needle-fired gun, Tang Mo pulled the bolt, and simply cleaned up the debris left by the paper-cased fixed-load ammunition after it was fired.

Then, he naturally took out a new bullet from the wooden box where the gun was loaded, reloaded it, and closed the bolt again.

"Look, there is no need for cumbersome loading, and there is no longer an exposed beak and flint structure. The guns have become safer, more convenient and quick..." Tang Mo was like an advertising salesman, standing in front of a group of elves. Selling their weapons in front of them.

He handed the reloaded rifle horizontally to the leader Elf John: "How about it? Do you want to try this brand new weapon?"

John subconsciously stretched out his hand, took the K1 flintlock from Tang Mo, and made a gesture ready to shoot in shock.

His status in his own country is not low, and being able to bring out such a large fleet at one time shows that he does have real skills.

Even though he is well-informed, he still doesn't know that there are actually more advanced weapons in this world, and the advanced ones make his hair stand on end.

Although the elves are powerful, in a more distant place, the elves are also conflicting with the orcs.Both sides are testing, and both are afraid of the other side's powerful army.

Obviously, what is in front of John is likely to be a heaven-defying treasure that changes the balance of power in the war. The importance of this thing may be more important than a golden mountain.

Theoretically speaking, this is no longer something he can or should handle, but he is probably the one with the highest level here.

So, even though his hands trembled slightly, he suppressed his maneuver and pointed his gun at the distant sea.

He pulled the trigger and, of course, heard a gunshot.The recoil from the butt of the gun made his shoulders ache.

However, he still laughed, and the sound of laughing was still clear on the beach where the waves were beating against the embankment: "Hahahahaha! Good! Good! Good! How much is this thing?"

(End of this chapter)