gangster student

The location of the black market is hidden in an abandoned underground passage, and there is a large enough space in the passage for these smugglers to trade and sell.

Bian Ying did not go directly to the location of the black market, but stopped in front of a bank not far away, got off the taxi, and Bian Ying walked into the bank.

Taking out some cash from the bank's service desk, Bian Ying put the neat banknotes in his backpack, finished sorting, and left the bank.

After bypassing the tall buildings, Edge Shadow came to the entrance of the passage below.

There were a few big men in suits standing guard at the entrance. As soon as Bian Ying approached the entrance, the big man stopped Bian Ying. Bian Ying consciously took out a few hundred-yuan bills from his wallet, and threw them at the stretched out The big man who shot to stop him.

The big man hurriedly took a few banknotes, and at the same time pushed open the door to let Bian Ying in.

Due to the lack of sunshine for a long time, the environment in the underground passage is very humid, and the dim lights are faltering, as if they will go out at any time.

After walking about tens of meters, turning a corner, the true face of the black market appeared in front of Bian Ying for the first time.

There are obviously not many vendors in the front, only a few people. There is a military travel bag on the ground. The zipper of the travel bag has been unzipped halfway. Through the half-opened gap, one can vaguely see the Several firearms.

Bian Ying walked forward slowly, the styles of these smuggled goods were not what he wanted, simply put, they didn't have what he wanted.

After walking tens of meters, the vendors here became more courageous. Some vendors directly placed some well-known international firearms on the table, while they sat on the boss chair and smoked cigarettes leisurely.

Bian Ying didn't stop to ask the vendors among them, obviously, Bian Ying was still dissatisfied with the people here.

Going forward, the environment here has changed a lot. The junction of the two tunnels is separated by a glass door. There are still two big men in black standing in front of the door, but each of these two big men has an extra hand. mp5 submachine gun.

Bian Ying took out his wallet again, pulled out a stack of banknotes and handed it to the big man in black. The big man in black shook his head, and handed the submachine gun in his hand to Bian Ying.

Sighing, Bian Ying took back the wallet, took the submachine gun handed over by the big man, weighed it in his hand naturally, returned the empty magazine, and returned it to the big man in black.

The big man in black seemed a little surprised, he hurriedly took the submachine gun, bent down to show respect, and opened the glass door for Bian Ying.

The environment inside the glass door is much cleaner. It is obviously renovated, and the vendors here seem to have a certain order, not as chaotic as outside. Each merchant has its own shop, which is organized and orderly, but everyone There is a unified sign hanging in front of the store, with black characters on a white background, and the word "black" clearly written on it.

There are usually only a few people sitting in the shop here, and there is no sign of any guns in the shop, it is very clean.

Bian Ying walked around for a while, but she didn't see any buyers, she was the only one, but it's not surprising, this is not a supermarket, you can come in and out as you go.

After looking at several shops, Bianying still chose one of them.

This shop is very special. There is only an old man in his sixties sitting in front of his work. The old man wears glasses and reads the newspaper on the table leisurely.

Seeing Bian Ying walking in, the old man closed his eyes and asked Bian Ying:

"Little girl, what do you want to buy? I've been here for most of my life, and this is the first time I've seen a child like you walk in here."

Bian Ying just smiled and replied:

"I want arms, do you have them?"

The old man nodded slightly and replied:

"Well, you sit down first, let's talk slowly."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to signal Bian Ying to sit down.

Bianying put down his backpack and sat on a chair. Seeing that Bianying had sat down, the old man continued to ask:

"What kind of arms do you want? I guarantee credibility here. This kind of business has been in business since my father's generation, and I have been doing it for most of my life."

Bian Ying smiled lightly, and said:

"U.S. original Barrett m8*1, caliber 12.7mm, equipped with m3 optical sight, height suppressor, plus fifty rounds of m33 standard bullets. What do you think, boss?"

The old man stared at Bian Ying. He underestimated Bian Ying's strength just now. He didn't expect the little girl in front of him to be able to speak out Barrett's equipment so fluently, and these equipments are the limit of sniper rifles.

After hesitating for a moment, the old man asked:

"Do you really want it?"

Bian Ying nodded firmly.

The old man sighed, got up and said:

"Just wait a moment, little girl, I'll get you something."

As he spoke, he pulled out his chair and stomped his feet on the square brick, and the fast square brick was pushed away from the inside, and the old man bent down and carefully walked down the stairs.

Bian Ying had expected this to happen a long time ago, with a smile on his face, he sat quietly on the chair and waited.

After a long time, Bian Ying heard a sound from the stairs, and raised his head to look.

Sure enough, the old man came out from the stairs carrying two big boxes, closed the square bricks, and the old man put several big boxes on the table.

Opening the box, a brand new Barrett m8*1 was presented in front of Bian Ying. The barrel of the gun did not have any wear and tear. It was obviously a new gun. Another box contained a long silencer. And a night-vision optical sight, and a small box next to it contains several empty clips and a collection of yellow-orange-orange bullets.

The old man walked to one side of the table and said:

"How about it? This is all equipped according to your requirements. The original Barrett m8*1 from the United States, with a caliber of 12.7mm, an optical sight, a height silencer, and an l night vision sight are not bad, and the clarity is no less than m3."

Bian Ying got up and walked to the box, picked up the Barrett, loaded it skillfully, put it close to his ear, and listened carefully, then picked up the scope, picked up a lighter on the table, and lit the one on the scope. On the other end, he looked at it with his eyes, put down the scope, Bian Ying unpacked the bullets again, picked up a bullet, touched the bullet head with his slender fingers, then weighed it with his hands, and put it back In place, walked to the chair, sat down, and smiled at the old man.

The old man returned to the chair, sat down, and said:

"It seems that the little girl is an expert. Your test method is rare. I have only seen my father use it once."

Bian Ying replied with a smile:

"You have won the prize, it's nothing? Let's get down to business!"

The old man nodded and replied:

"Oh, well, little girl, you make an offer. I'm already so old, I can't bully you as a child."

Bian Ying smiled and said:

"No, no, you are the boss, so you should say it!"

The old man took a sip of the tea in the cup, thought deeply and said:

"Well... 20, I'll give you ten more bullets (you know Barrett's sniper bullets are very expensive)."

Bian Ying replied readily:

"no problem."

As he spoke, he picked up the backpack on one side, took out the bank card and the cash he just took out, shook the old man, and asked:

"Cash? Or bank card?"

The old man looked at the new banknotes and replied:

"Of course it's cash. As you know, it's not convenient for people in our industry to go to the bank."

Bian Ying smiled, took back the bank card, dumped all the cash in the backpack in front of the old man, and said:

"Check it, it should be fine."

The old man smiled and picked up the wads of banknotes, sniffed them before his nose, put them aside, and so on.

After the old man finished checking in this special way, the old man said:

"Well, no problem, it's a pleasure working with you."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and shook hands with Bianying, who responded with a smile:

"Thank you."

The old man picked up his cell phone, found the number, and made a call.

Not long after, the old man put down the phone and said to Bian Ying:

"I'll send someone to deliver it to you. You should pay attention to these things."

Bian Ying smiled and replied:

"No, thank you boss for your kindness, just help me pack these things up."

Seeing that Bian Ying did not accept his kindness, the boss nodded slightly and replied:

"Okay, I'll help you pack your things."

As he said that, the old man took out a black golf bag from the corner, put the gun and bullets in it, and handed it to Bian Ying.

Bian Ying took the backpack, carried it on his back, and replied with a smile:

"Thank you, we will cooperate again if we have the opportunity."

With that said, Bian Ying was about to leave the shop.

A reminder from the old man came from behind:

"Turn left out the door, there is a shortcut there, little girl, good luck!"

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