Mo Fan came to the old gear second-hand goods trading market, and the sky was already slightly white.
Wang Jack had been waiting outside the store for a long time. When he saw him getting out of the car, he hurriedly greeted him.
"Why do you want me to pick up the goods at this time?" Mo Fan asked.
Wang Jack explained in a low voice: "The things we buy and sell cannot be seen in the light, it is only at this time."
"Let's go, where is the goods?"
"Brother, before you go, you have to make a disguise."
Jack Wang took out a mask and a pair of sunglasses and handed them to Mo Fan.
"Smuggling some weapons, why are you so careful?" Mo Fan put on a mask and sunglasses and asked in confusion.
In front of the Old Tire Motel, even buying and selling military grenades is just a matter of driving a pickup truck, setting up a stall, and doing business in public.
Jack Wang: "The goods we buy are relatively sensitive. Once someone recognizes them and reports them maliciously, they can at least alert the automatic response law enforcement team."
They came to the backyard of the trading market. Several people were already waiting in the yard. They looked like regulars at first glance. They were wearing sunglasses, masks, and loose hooded sweatshirts. They made sure they were facing each other and could not tell who the other person was.
In order to maintain the confidentiality of the transaction, buyers will be allowed to enter small rooms in the backyard one by one.
Each buyer enters for about five minutes, and then most of them come out with a suitcase and leave the market in a hurry.
Mo Fan waited in the backyard for twenty minutes, and finally it was his turn to enter the house to trade.
Jack Wang was like his personal shopping guide, following him all the way into the house.
In addition to the shop owner Wang Bill, there was also a strange middle-aged strong man sitting in the room. He was dressed as a soldier, wearing a toad mirror that covered half of his face. He had a metal prosthetic right arm transplanted and was sitting on the weapon. Smoking a cigar on the box.
There were at least thirty or forty boxes of arms in the room, and the strong man smoked his cigar without shaking at all. Apart from anything else, his mental quality was absolutely excellent.
Wang Bill held a paper notebook, turned back a page, and then said to the strong man:
"RPG-80."
The strong man looked at Mo Fan and asked, "Is this the rocket launcher you ordered?"
"Yes." Mo Fan nodded.
"This is a weapon of mass destruction. What are you going to buy it for?"
Mo Fan looked at Wang Bill and asked with dissatisfaction: "Do I still need to fill out a questionnaire before I can take away the goods I ordered?"
The strong man shook his head and stubbed out his cigar on the arms box.
"Young people just don't have the patience. I'm just curious, what do you want with such a powerful guy?"
"How powerful?" Mo Fan was a little confused and turned to look at Wang Jack.
He just wants an ordinary rocket launcher. Even the younger members of the Three Eyes Gang can get it. Does he need to be so cautious?
Jack Wang understood Mo Fan's doubts and said: "Brother, didn't you say you want a guy with strong firepower? So when I submitted the purchase list, I chose the one with the most power within the allowed trading range for you."
"How big is it?"
The strong man brought up a big box and placed it in front of Mo Fan. He opened the combination lock and revealed the contents.
The box contained a split, assembleable cylinder, and the strong man skillfully put them together to form a cylinder about one meter long and 10 centimeters in diameter.
The strong man placed the rocket launcher in front of Mo Fan, and Mo Fan picked it up and stroked it carefully.
The entire body of the barrel was a classic green color, very similar to the bazookas from his previous world, but upon closer inspection, the workmanship and texture were completely different.
The difference is equivalent to that of glass and diamond. They both look colorless and transparent, but they are very different.
The strong man said: "The RPG-80 anti-mecha rocket launcher was a military trump card before the popularity of energy weapons. Among the military weapons that are allowed to be exported, it is difficult for you to find a more powerful portable equipment than it."
"The effective range is 1.5 kilometers, and the maximum range is 5 kilometers. It can be loaded with explosive bombs, flame bombs and armor-piercing bullets. It can destroy most military tanks and a small number of old mechas without energy barriers."
Mo Fan: "Do you know the Death Speed Contest? If calculated based on the defense level in the Death Speed car, how many rounds can a car with 10 defenses block?"
The corners of the strong man's mouth twitched, as if he was very disdainful of the reference target chosen by Mo Fan. "You can't stop even one explosive bomb."
Mo Fan raised his eyebrows. The car assigned with 4 defenses could withstand machine gun fire for a long time. The car with 10 defenses could not even withstand an explosive bomb. He was very satisfied with its lethality.
"How much defense is needed to withstand a rocket?"
"For explosive bombs, it should have at least 11 defenses, and for armor-piercing bombs, it should have 15 defenses."
The strong man added: "This kind of thing usually does not appear in Comet City. If you take it, you can even blow up the city hall of West City. So I am curious about what you are going to do with it."
"If I said that I just have a phobia of lack of firepower, and I will feel uncomfortable if I don't have a powerful weapon in my hand, would you believe it?"
"Phobia of insufficient firepower? Guys in the first and third districts often have this problem, but it is not common in the fourth district. If they have money, the guys in the fourth district are usually more willing to update their prosthetics."
Mo Fan put down the rocket launcher and said, "I'm very satisfied with it. What's its price?"
"The fixed price is 150,000 federal coins, excluding rockets."
"What about the price of rockets?"
"Fire bombs are 50,000, explosive bombs are 75,000, and armor-piercing bombs are 100,000. The minimum price is three. No bargaining."
Hearing the price, Mo Fan couldn't help but frown. The power of the rocket launcher was astonishing, and the price was equally astonishing.
The price of an armor-piercing bullet is enough to buy a second-hand prosthetic body.
Although he has some savings now, money does not come from strong winds, and he cannot be slaughtered like a pig just because he does not understand the market.
"I need to think about it, give me two minutes."
"no problem."
Mo Fan took out his cell phone and called An Xin.
"Miss An Xin, do you know the arms market?"
An Xin yawned, "I have helped others resell before, so I know a little about the general models."
"How much does a military RPG-80 armor-piercing round cost?"
"The cost of the military is only a few thousand, and the purchase price should be less than 10,000. But to sell this kind of thing, the seller needs to bear the risk and manage the relationship, so there will be a part of the premium. I am not sure about the current quotations on the market. Ebisu should know.”
Mo Fan looked at the time and asked, "Is it appropriate to ask her now?"
An Xin sent a web link to Mo Fan and said sleepily: "There are quotes on her internal member website. Take a look for yourself. I'm going to sleep."
Mo Fan clicked on the link and entered the military firearms section. In the RPG-80 column, it clearly read:
"One hundred thousand fire bombs, one hundred and fifty thousand explosive bombs, and two hundred thousand armor-piercing bombs."
Mo Fan took a breath after looking at it, and secretly thought that she was indeed that woman, and her heart was really dark. With her relationship, it didn't cost much to get the goods, but the selling price was twice as expensive as Wang Bier and the others.
Is it because people in Tianche City are stupid and have too much money, or does it have some kind of after-sales service that others don’t have?
He turned off his cell phone and looked at the strong man again, and instantly felt that this guy with a sinister face suddenly became more handsome.
The strong man shivered when he saw him and asked, "Have we discussed it yet?"
"I want the rocket launcher, and three of each type of bullet."
The strong man was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Mo Fan to ask for so much.
"Let's make it clear first that I don't accept installment payments, nor do I accept credit."
Mo Fan directly took out the bearer savings chip that Brother Qingxing used to settle the entrustment fee.
"There are 850,000 yuan in it, and the remaining money will be used as boss Wang's hard work."
Soon, Mo Fan pushed two large suitcases and left from the backyard under the leadership of Jack Wang.
Looking at Mo Fan's back, the strong man complained to Wang Bill dissatisfied:
"Old man, you didn't tell me that this guy was a rich man, which cost me a lot of money."
Bill Wang said innocently: "He was living in a trailer apartment half a month ago. His family owed a debt and it was very difficult to pay back the interest every month. Who knew he could get so much money in just half a month." "
The strong man lit a cigar and said, "The lethality of the RPG-80 is comparable to that of older energy weapons. It's not easy to get this thing. Can he really help you kill the Three Eyes Gang?"
Bill Wang said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, as long as this catfish that suddenly appears can mess up West City. Even if he fails and the situation becomes chaotic, our people can take the opportunity to intervene and finish the work."
The strong man blew out a puff of smoke towards the ceiling, "As long as we capture West City and Red River City, the cities bordering the Northern Territory and the Wasteland will basically be under our control."
Bill Wang answered: "It won't be far from dawn by then."
At the same time, Mo Fan, who was selecting things with Wang Jack in the store, twitched his ears and glanced strangely in the direction of the backyard.
Is it really okay for those two guys to tell this kind of secret so directly?
Have you never heard of the old saying that every wall has ears?
