The crisp sound of the bullet shell colliding with the ground was clearly audible in the quiet crowd.
After a moment of silence, as if pressing the play button again, a strong sound erupted from the crowd again.
Only this time, the ridicule, questioning and heckling turned into exclamation, celebration and ridicule of the doubters.
"Hahaha!"
Kraft's expression quickly changed and his face turned even redder.
But this time, instead of being angry, he was blushing with excitement.
As if he had won a battle, he patted Adri's shoulder hard and spoke quickly with excitement.
"Did you see it? Did you see it?
I just said this transmitter will definitely work! "
Seeing Adri's frozen expression, Kraft finally let out all the resentment he had been holding back for several days.
He pointed at the launcher in Yang Jie's hand, and spittle spattered onto Adri's face.
"What's going on? Who is right now?
Um?
Who is the idiot, the retarded, the fool! "
"Just good luck!"
This time, the positions of the two parties were reversed, and it became Adri holding on to his point of view.
The sarcastic face was distorted by Kraft's spray, but Adri still stiffened his neck and refused to admit that he was wrong.
"A broken hand grenade launcher, but I just got lucky and fired one round!
If you have the ability, let him continue to fight!
This piece of shit is good even if it produces duds! A few shots would blow his hands to pieces! "
"What if he doesn't blow up?
Do you dare to take a gamble? Um? "
As if he was sure of victory, Kraft hugged Adri's shoulders and asked triumphantly.
Adri was paused by Kraft's words. Looking at the young man's calm look, he felt a little unsure.
But the matter has come to this, if you don’t dare to gamble, then you are admitting defeat to Kraft in disguise.
Over the years the two have bickered, he has never been at a disadvantage.
Letting such a fool ride on his head to show off his power would be even more uncomfortable than killing Adri.
Gritting his teeth, Adri forced out a few words from between his teeth.
"Just bet! Who is afraid of whom?
Ten silver coins! If he dares to fire a few more rounds without any duds or explosions, I will give you ten silver coins! "
Kraft was stunned after hearing this and looked at Adri with contempt.
Aren't we discussing whether to blow up or not? Who can guarantee the dud bomb?
To be honest, Kraft himself had no confidence.
After all, this is just handmade. Who can guarantee that the quality and workmanship of the grenade are so good that there will be no duds?
Shaking his head, Kraft looked at Adri and said disdainfully:
"You are so timid."
Adri seemed to know that he was in the wrong, so he didn't care about it with Kraft, he just held on to this point.
“Stop talking nonsense, it’s better to bet or not to bet!”
Kraft hesitated, but finally made up his mind.
This was a good opportunity to regain face, and Kraft didn't want to miss it.
Anyway, I have suffered losses so many times, even if the big loss is only ten silver coins, I have lost to Adri so many times, so I am not short of this amount of money.
But if he wins, he will regain his position!
"Why don't you dare to gamble? Just do as you say!
If you lose, I'll give you ten silver coins! "
After hearing Kraft's agreement, Adri shouted to the young man unwilling to admit defeat:
"Boy! Don't think you can get away with such a little trick!
If you have the guts, give it a few more shots! "
The young man was stunned when he heard this. He turned his head to look at the source of the sound in the crowd, Adri, and said nothing.
At the same time, the eyes of the people around him were also focused on Adri.
"What's wrong? Don't you dare anymore?"
A capable wasteland walker has a somewhat generous temperament. Seeing so many people looking at him, Adri didn't show any stage fright and continued to shout at the young man:
"Does one shot prove your bastard's strength?
funny!
If you don't dare, get out of here. The black market is not a circus! There is no place for you here! "
As soon as he finished speaking, sporadic echoes came from the crowd - they were all the people who started to make noises.
Unexpectedly, the young man did not feel any panic at being seen through. He just shook his head and said calmly:
"It's not that I don't dare, I'm just thinking that even if I continue to fight, you will still find fault and say other things."
After pondering for a moment, the young man said:
“How about otherwise.
I have ten boxes of grenades here, each box contains twelve rounds. You can pick any of them and I will shoot them all. "
As he spoke, he opened the wooden box, revealing a small silver tin can filled with sawdust. He straightened up and continued:
"But I can tell you one thing.
If there is no problem with the product quality, the grenade is one silver coin, and you have to pay for it. "
At this point he shrugged and said nonchalantly:
"After all, as you said, I'm in business, not here to perform for you for free."
This calm tone made Adri feel a little panicked.
But now that the matter was over, the booing and the bet with Kraft had already restrained him, and he couldn't retreat even if he wanted to.
Adri had no choice but to nod, and walked forward with Kraft. He looked at the small tin can in the wooden box suspiciously, and then raised his head to look at the young man.
"You really let me pick at will?"
"You can take as many coins as you want - as long as you're willing to pay after the fight."
This tone made Adri even more unsure.
He knelt down and carefully selected the small tin cans inside that seemed to be of poor quality - or hand-made grenades.
This one is rusty, so that's okay; that one has uneven welds, that's okay; and the one next to it has obvious signs of knocks, and the edges of the cylinder are deflated, so there must be something wrong...
After "carefully selecting" ten grenades, Adri took them out of the wooden box and placed them in front of the young man.
"Just these ten!"
"you sure?"
The young man's tone was a little frivolous, and Adri could even feel the playful look he was looking at him under his sunglasses.
"You don't have to act fancy here, that's all!"
"Fine."
The young man nodded, stuffed a picked grenade into the launcher, and raised the launcher towards the open space in the distance.
Just as he was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly paused, put down the launcher, and turned his head to look at Adri.
This move made Adri feel happy all of a sudden.
What did I say! Sure enough! Even he didn't dare to continue playing. The one just now must have been luck...
"Have you brought any money?"
The young man looked at Adri uncertainly and confirmed again with suspicion.
This turn of events completely didn't occur to Adri. He was stunned by the young man's question, and then became a little annoyed.
It was as if the young man had played a cruel trick on him.
Suppressing the anger in his heart, Adri frowned and took the money bag from his waist impatiently and held it in his hand.
"You have money! You guys can afford it!"
Don't delay, hurry up! "
The young man seemed relieved when he saw the money bag.
"As long as you have money."
As he spoke, he turned around, aimed again at the open space in the distance, put the launcher against his shoulder, and put his finger on the trigger.
"Bang!"
"boom!"
"Danglang~"
Eject the shell, pick up a grenade, stuff it into the iron pipe again, stand up, take aim, and pull the trigger.
"Bang!"
"boom!"
"Danglang~"
…
"Bang!"
"boom!"
"Danglang~"
Several consecutive grenades were successfully launched and detonated smoothly.
The young man squatted down again, picked up a grenade and stuffed it into the tube, then pulled the trigger into the distance.
"Bang!"
"boom!"
The grenade exploded successfully again.
The expression on Adri's face began to look ugly.
PS: Although it is a bit sudden, it will be on the shelves tomorrow...
I will update on time at 12 o'clock tomorrow noon.
