I have a city in another world

Chapter 468 Grenade Sale!

Looking at the long-handled grenade placed in the wooden box, the monks of foreign races who had entered the mountain wild building couldn't help but stop.

They are all very interested in the weapons of Holy Dragon City, and now that they encounter them, they naturally cannot miss them.

Those foreign monks with guns on their backs had even more bright eyes, and they were already planning to buy them.

As specially trained snipers in the team, their weapons against the original world are far more powerful than other monks of other races.

The only thing that makes them feel sorry is that the sale of large-caliber sniper rifles is strictly prohibited in the Holy Dragon City. Once a monk from a foreign race took out 100 million brain beads, but the Holy Dragon City still did not sell them!
During the period, the Holy Dragon City Auction House once auctioned a strange weapon from Yelou, which had a similar killing effect to the anti-material sniper rifle of the Holy Dragon City, and attracted many bids.

It turned out that the final owner of this gun was a monk from the Holy Dragon City, and he naturally represented the Holy Dragon City.

The bidders who couldn't compete with the Holy Dragon City in terms of financial resources could only watch helplessly as this weapon was acquired by the Holy Dragon City, but there was nothing they could do.

While their eyes were itching, they could only turn their attention to other original world weapons sold in Holy Dragon City.

"Look, look, look, the grenade is on sale!"

With a cigarette in his mouth, a ferocious white war beast lay behind him, and a box of grenades was placed in front of the captain of the local tyrant, selling them like a peddler.

Today it was the captain's turn to lead his men to guard the entrance of the mountain's wild building, and they were naturally responsible for the sale of grenades.

After this order was issued, Captain Tuhao felt a headache.

Naturally, the orders given by the city lord can't be treated carelessly. If it is messed up, the city lord will not say anything, but that guy Tyson will definitely kick his ass.

As the leader of this team, the captain of the local tyrant thinks that he must be responsible for the matter himself, and he doesn't feel at ease if it is handed over to others.

Compared with his stupid subordinates, Captain Tuhao feels that he can definitely crush them in terms of IQ.

Of course, this is just the local captain's own personal idea, and he has always believed in it.

It's just that this guy has no experience in business and doesn't know how to sell grenades to these alien monks.

In fact, on this matter, the captain of the local tyrant really thought too much, but it was quite in line with his personality.

The captain of the local tyrant, who wanted to impress the city lord, frowned and thought for a long time, his eyes turned into mosquito coils, but he still had no clue.

In desperation, the captain of the local tyrant could only imitate the peddlers in the business district and yell loudly.

Following his yell, those monks from other races all came forward and whispered to each other around the grenades.

Seeing this, the captain of the local tyrant immediately felt his eyes light up and became full of motivation.

He was originally a crazy character, and after seeing so many people cheering, he worked harder when promoting it.

"Everyone, don't miss it when you pass by, the grenade in Holy Dragon City is... powerful, cheap, and very convenient to operate. It is definitely the first choice for you to hunt monsters..., shit, how do you pronounce this word? "

According to Captain Tuhao's personality, he would never be able to say these words.

The content on this note was written by the captain of the local tyrant by the staff in the business district, and he just read it again.

I have practiced dozens of times like this, but I still stumble, and I even forgot how to pronounce a few words.

Strange people do weird things. The monks of different races present have never seen a scene of holding a note and peddling aloud at the same time.

This is so unprofessional!
Seeing the local tyrant captain pulling his hair with his hands and asking the soldiers beside him, "What does this word read?", everyone was speechless for a while.

It turned out that Captain Tuhao's subordinates were about the same level as him, and they all had just joined the literacy class. They belonged to the stage where they knew the word, but they didn't know the word.

A group of elders scratched their heads and looked at it for a long time, but no one knew them. It was really embarrassing.

Seeing this, the captain of the local tyrant was so angry that he threw the note in his hand on the ground, reached out and picked up a grenade, and after the porcelain pendant inside fell out, he pulled the drawstring and threw it out.

The gazes of the foreign monks watching followed the parabola of the grenade and landed on the snow in the distance.

The cultivator was so powerful that he casually threw the grenade a hundred meters away, and it exploded with a bang.

The violent explosion sound was astonishing, and the destructive effect after the explosion was also impressive.

Those monks from other races ran to check the site after the explosion, then ran back immediately and began to inquire about the price of this grenade.

The local tyrant captain laughed and extended a slap.

"Five hundred brain beads, no bargaining!"

The monks of different races looked at each other and nodded slightly.

For these monks of different races, five hundred brain beads are really not too expensive, so without any hesitation, they took out banknotes and started buying.

After staying in Sacred Dragon City for a long time, they are also used to paying with banknotes, which is light and convenient.

Five hundred brain beads are equivalent to the output of five third-level monsters. If you expect to use this kind of grenade to make money, you will definitely lose money!
But if this is the case, then there is no need to fight this battle. After all, no one can guarantee that a bullet will kill a target.

If you want to kill the enemy, this kind of consumption is inevitable. Even if you use cold weapons to fight, the cost of purchasing weapons and maintaining them is not too small.

Although this kind of grenade may not be able to kill five third-level monsters at the same time, it can effectively contain high-level monsters and cause effective damage to them at the same time. This is its value.

The monks of foreign races saw this, so they bought a few for spare.

Some foreign monks were even more ruthless, and even bought a box, put it on their shoulders and walked into the wild building on the mountain.

Watching the box after box of grenades being sold out, the captain of the local tyrant was smoking a cigarette with a smug expression on his face.

"I've said it before, no matter how good it is, you have to let people see the actual effect, and what the result will be, it will be sold out in a blink of an eye!"

Speaking of his proud moments, the rich captain couldn't help but rub his head: "Haha, I am definitely a genius in business!"

When the Holy Dragon City soldier next to him heard this, he immediately curled his lips with disdain and muttered to his companion: "Come on, you can't even understand addition and subtraction within a hundred, and you dare to call yourself a genius, don't give yourself up." Lose in."

Hearing this, several Saint Dragon City soldiers beside him couldn't help laughing.

Although the soldier's voice was very low, it was clearly heard by the captain of the local tyrant. It is absolutely impossible to say that he didn't do it on purpose.

The captain of the local tyrant, who was complacent, immediately widened his eyes when he heard the words, and smiled awkwardly when he saw that everyone was looking at him.

Humming an unknown song, he walked slowly in front of the soldier, and kicked him in the ass.

"Your uncle, I will tell you to bury me again!"

This kick looked heavy, but it only hurt a little when it landed on his body. For his brother, the captain of the local tyrant has always loved his brother very much.

The soldier also made a "scream" in cooperation, but his face had a hippie smile on his face.

The monster war beast following the captain of the local tyrant also roared softly, cheering for his master!

It's just that this guy reeks of alcohol, with a drunken expression on his face, he looks like a lazy cat.

This strange war beast that loves to drink is now more famous than its strange owner. Soldiers often feed it wine, and this guy never refuses anyone who comes.

He ordered his subordinates to drive the pickup truck and go to the warehouse to continue to collect the grenades. The captain of the local tyrant turned his head to look at the monks of other races, but there was a trace of undetectable killing intent in his eyes.

The local tyrant captain, who seems to be vulgar and careless, actually has an unknown side. He hates these foreign monks, but he is not much worse than other human monks.

When the captain of the local tyrant was young, all his family members died at the hands of foreign races, which was also an eternal pain in his heart.

If it wasn't for the plan of the city lord, the captain of the local tyrant would have liked to block these foreign monks in the wild buildings on the mountain, and trap them all to death!

For these foreign monks, he has never had any compassion, and once they fight, they will kill them painfully.

There are quite a few Holy Dragon City fighters who have similar thoughts.

However, they are also very clear that as residents of Shenglong City, everything must be based on the interests of Loucheng, and they must not embarrass the city lord because of themselves.

What's more, since the establishment of Sacred Dragon City, has the city lord ever been soft on the alien race, and has he ever suffered at the hands of the alien race?
But those alien races who dared to offend the Holy Dragon City were killed by the Holy Dragon City one after another, and the corpses had already filled the big pit behind the mother tree!

Just a few days ago, these warriors secretly executed a group of kobold captives who refused to surrender, and added a batch of fresh fertilizer to the mother tree.

It's just that this kind of thing is a top-secret operation. If it is not necessary, it will rot in their stomachs forever and will not be known to the world.

These foreign monks didn't know what the soldiers of the Holy Dragon City were thinking. They were now carrying grenades on their waists, and began to explore among the mountain peaks and wild buildings.

(End of this chapter)