The Strongest Arms Dealer

"Ah?" Tang Dao exclaimed, let go of his hand, and the pistol fell to the ground, his face was a little pale, his arms were a little trembling, his eyes suddenly widened, and he licked his lips that were instantly dry, "Just... what was it just now?"

The fear of the unknown made him almost run away, but after all, he is a reborn person, and a person can live two lives, so what is impossible?

Tang Dao seemed to be hypnotizing himself. After a while, he picked up the revolver tremblingly, and the data box popped up again. There was a virtual screen in front of him, with many markings on it, such as weapon category, price limit, and new weapon exchange.

"This... what is this?" Tang Dao stretched out his hand to touch it, but it penetrated the screen.

[Target information received, world pattern scanned and assimilated, confirmed assimilation completed, system started, definition of the highest level...] ​​A neutral electronically synthesized voice resounded in his mind, and suddenly, Tang Dao felt as if his head was about to explode, countless messages When he got in, he hugged his head in pain, his face grim.

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When Tang Dao opened his eyes again, his back was wet, and he was sweating in pain. He shook his head and stroked the information inside.

Ten minutes later, Tang Dao was trembling with excitement!

World nuclear peace!

Simply understand that this is a product of science and technology from a high-dimensional civilization that focuses on war. Weapons are updated rapidly, and their power and effect far exceed that of humans. In the distant era of the Big Bang, the world's nuclear level fell to this world and continued to the end , until it becomes intelligent life, looking for a suitable host.

And Tang Dao was the 78th low-level life he chose, and he succeeded in the end. As for those who failed, they should have succeeded in reincarnation.

"World Nuclear Level."

Tang Dao stared with disbelief in his eyes, but in the next second, he realized that he had the ability to change the world.

After a long time, he calmed down and took out a pack of Marlboro from the bedside table. This is one of the best-selling cigarette brands in the world. He was still reluctant to smoke it. He took it apart, smelled the smell of nicotine, and picked one up The lighter clicked, and he frowned, took a deep sip, drilled a circle in his mouth, and spit it out with a hoarse voice.

"I seem to want to be awesome."

Lockheed Martin (LMT.N), Boeing (BA.N), BAE Systems (BAES.L), Raytheon (RTN.N), imagine what it would be like to wrestle with these military giants. What a scene.

However, a beep brought him back.

[Level 1 mainline task: sell Cobra revolver (beyond the local market price). Reward. Two employees (selected at random), fail, all property will be confiscated! 】

Tang Dao took a deep breath and pressed the cigarette **** into the ashtray made of mineral water bottles. He didn't feel sleepy at all. Wearing a pair of big pants, he stood by the window and let the cold wind blow to calm himself down.

Conway Street in the middle of the night, the birds don’t shit, it’s far from the city center, as one of the Chinese gathering areas, it’s even crowned by white people: "The garbage!" The alcoholic was leaning against the wall and spitting violently. Suddenly, one of them seemed to go crazy. He raised his foot and kicked the trash can next to him, swearing.

Tang Dao tilted his head, and could hear faintly.

"Those **** on Bedonna Street robbed us... to chop... to feed the fish."

"Lute, we can't help it, they have guys." The black boy with a stroked hair next to him said helplessly. If he hadn't opened his mouth, Tang Dao really wouldn't have noticed that there was someone here.

"Then let's buy weapons too! Fuck those **** to death." Maybe he was too drunk, and when he heard this, Lute yelled angrily when he got drunk.

bang.

Tang Dao closed the old wooden window, locked it, and said two words of name, "Lute..."

He smelled buyers.

But he is more rational. Should he rush down and grab the other party and ask, hey, buddy, do you want the goods? That's sure to be taken down the alley as "Theduck."

This thing has to take its time.

Tang Dao looked at the old-fashioned wall clock hanging on the wall. It was three o'clock in the morning, and he would find someone to ask about it tomorrow. Now...sleep.

I tried my best to keep my eyes closed, but in the darkness, I could clearly hear bursts of powerful heartbeats, which made me very excited.

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"Tang, open the door, your milk." A rude slamming sound on the door instantly woke up the dazed Tang Dao. He sat up straight like a spring, staring, breathing rapidly. After a few seconds, the muscles in his body Then he softened, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, lifted the quilt, and went to open the door wearing flip-flops.

squeak…

The wooden door was still a little cracked, with some noise.

Standing outside the door was a young man in a vest, with curly hair, a thin figure, carrying a box, and a golden retriever sitting beside him, sticking out his tongue and gasping for breath.

"Good morning, Kanter, long time no see, Kan." Tang Dao stroked the head of the golden retriever dog, who squinted his eyes and rubbed it enjoying himself.

Kanter took out two bottles of milk from the box, handed them to him, looked at Tang Dao, and said hesitantly, "Dude, I heard you were in a shootout yesterday? God bless, as long as you're fine."

Tang Dao was stunned, then nodded with a wry smile, he didn't expect the news to spread so quickly, "It's okay, those people seem to be a gangster vendetta, I hide quickly."

Kanter nodded feelingly, "The gang fights in Warsaw are too fierce, and the police gentlemen are going crazy. I heard that there is a group of drug dealers coming from Tijuana next door. You should be careful."

After he finished speaking, he patted Tang Dao on the shoulder and was about to leave. As soon as he turned around, he was held back by the latter, looked at him suspiciously, and asked in surprise, "Is there anything else?"

"Do you know that we have a guy named Root here?" Tang Dao asked, afraid that the other party would identify the wrong person, and said, "There is a black man next to him."

Black person?

Root?

Kanter frowned and thought for a while, then snapped his fingers, "You mean the rich second generation at Conway Street?"

Rich second generation?

Seeing Tang Dao's bewildered look, Kanter said casually, "His father runs a restaurant on Conway Street, and the business is good." The conversation changed, "But he is not very good, eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, he used to take a Wan zloty went to the Mexican border to gamble with others, cheated, almost got his hands cut off, and was kidnapped, and he spent 100,000 zlotys to redeem him, a typical prodigal son."

Is it that rich to open a restaurant?

Falk!

Tang Dao shook his head to drive away distracting thoughts, and asked quickly, "Then do you know the name of that black man? Where can I meet him?"

"That's Hall, who works as a foreman in the supermarket in front."

"Thank you very much, Kanter, I will invite you to drink next time." Tang Dao said with a smile on his face after getting the answer he wanted.

"OK, I'm going to deliver the milk first, Falk, it's almost ten o'clock, and the money will be deducted." After Kanter gestured, he checked his watch and hurried away with the dog.

Tang Dao found a sandwich that was about to expire from the refrigerator, took a few bites, hesitated and called Smith, asking him to check if Lute had a criminal record. Smith obviously knew Lute, so he told him on the phone , This is a problem boy, well-known in the police station, so Tang Dao should not have any contact with him. After Tang Dao responded casually, he hung up the phone, put on his clothes, stuffed the Cobra pistol into his pocket, and went out. Acquaintances greeted him along the way, and the older generation asked about what happened yesterday with great concern. , sighed and said, the law and order is not good recently.

Since his grandfather came to Warsaw, three generations of grandparents and grandchildren have lived here for nearly 30 years, and have a good relationship with the neighbors. Tang Dao replied with a smile and walked towards the supermarket where Hall worked.

This supermarket is called: "Thursday".

There are supermarkets with this name in two tenths of Poland, it's a bad street.

After Tang Dao asked a few staff members, he successfully found Hall, but this guy... is stealing? !

With a piece of chocolate in his left hand, he stuffed it into his mouth, and then carefully stuffed a few boxes of condoms into his clothes. This operation made Tang Dao dumbfounded, and he waited for the other party to zip up before opening his mouth, "Hey, buddy. "

"what!"

Hall was startled, and stuck to the container like a spider, his eyes widened in horror, he swallowed his saliva, and breathed heavily. When he saw that he was Asian, he raised his fist, "What are you doing, get out!"

"Don't worry, I'm not a policeman. I'm looking for you to do business with you." Tang Dao spread his hands and raised his palms. "At least you can earn $100."

Hall swallowed back the swear words in his mouth in an instant, "$$" flashed in his eyes. Wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth, his attitude became enthusiastic, "What business?"

"Take me to see Root, and afterward, I'll give you a Franklin."

"What do you want him for?" Hall asked, frowning.

Tang Dao shook his head, "You just need to take me there, $100 is enough for you to have a good meal."

This made Hall very entangled. Although he was messing with Root, that guy was rich, but he was too stingy! The biggest sum ever given to Hall was still $20, Fark... Are all capitalist children so stingy?

There are three younger sisters in Hall's family, plus their parents, 100 US dollars can let them live for half a month.

"I need a deposit, sir." Hall gritted his teeth and said.

Tang Dao's face frowned, and he didn't have much money in total, so how could I give it? But he pretended to be very serious, frowned, and folded his hands, "Sorry, I don't trust black people, I'm afraid you will take my money and run away."

"Then how can I trust you?" Hall's face was ugly.

"I am a child of Conway Street." Tang Dao's words made Hall speechless for a moment.

A monk can run away, but a temple cannot.

"Okay, I'll take you there, but if you lie to me, you will die." Hall said angrily, found the person in charge and asked for a half-day leave, and came to a bathing center at the entrance of Conway Street with Tang Dao .

"He was here for five out of ten hours." Hall stepped up the steps and said casually.

Tang Dao's face was weird. Is this... guy so powerful?

"Where is Root?" Hall knocked on the counters, and a middle-aged woman in a sailor suit behind pointed inside, "206."

The black man nodded, hooked his fingers towards Tang Dao, and signaled him to follow. Standing outside 206, he could hear a messy voice from inside. The latter asked, "Should we go in later?"

Hall rolled his eyes, pushed open the door, Tang Dao followed, and saw three or four people sitting inside, playing bridge?

"Hey! Hall, you are here, come and help me, **** it, they won me 200 zlotys." The Asian man sitting in the middle raised his hand.

"Root, I have a friend looking for you who wants to... do business with you."

Oh?

Only then did the man see Tang Dao standing behind him, and he was taken aback, only surprised that he was also an Asian.

But there are too many Asians on Conway Street, and everyone may not know each other. He lazily picked up a grape from the fruit plate and stuffed it into his mouth, crossing his legs, "What business are you looking for?"

"There are too many people here, my business...can't see the light." Tang Dao shrugged.

Unseen business?

The faces of several people on the table became weird, product X? Men serve?

"Ahem, Root, my friend has something nice to ask you for." Hall emphasized the word "friend" and asked the other party to save himself.

For God's sake... no, for $100, I have to work harder.

"You guys go out first, I'm curious what this gentleman brought me." Lute waved his hand, and the others could only helplessly grab the zloty on the table and go out. When they passed by Tang Dao, their eyes were very unkind. After all, if this guy didn't barge in, they could "cheat" more money out of that idiot.

Hall also went out and closed the door.

"You can talk now."

Snapped!

A big guy hit the table, and Root was startled. After seeing it clearly, his face changed, and he moved to the edge of the sofa, and he almost screamed timidly.

"Cobra revolver, I'll sell it to you for $700, and I still have five bullets." Tang Daoshi opened his mouth wide, patted his pocket, and there was the sound of metal colliding inside.

Sell ​​weapons?

Root looked at the old-fashioned revolver, blinked a few times, pushed the pillow away, and muttered, "You scared me to death." He reached out and touched the pistol, which was in good condition. Used guns, but this 80's wheel...is pretty much obsolete.

"Are you blackmailing? $700? I can buy a G41 automatic rifle, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Do you think I'm an idiot?"

Tang Dao moved back slightly, avoiding his saliva, and shook his head, "You can't buy it, you are not yet 21 years old, and you don't have a gun license, so gun shops won't sell it to you, and...you seem to have a file at the police station, I'm afraid Can’t get any more approved.”

"Then I can find someone else to buy it." Root said angrily. But after finishing speaking, he also felt that this was an idiot, who would sell it to him? If you do not comply with the gun license, you will be imprisoned. Polish laws are very strict, and the Second Constitution is also something that many people complain about.

"$700 is too expensive..."

"I can guarantee that my weapon has no records. The price is not expensive, sir." Tang Dao grabbed the bullet in his pocket, "I heard that you suffered a loss in other streets yesterday. I think, if you have this guy, No one dares to offend you."

Root's eyes lit up.

The 17-year-old boy is still on the way to the second year of middle school. He hopes that he can pretend to be an X, but he was beaten into a stupid X yesterday, and he can't swallow his breath.

Tang Dao's ability to bewitch is good, as for whether there will be a homicide later...

none of your business?

I only need zloty!

Only when you have been poor can you understand the importance of money. Those who advise others not to take money too seriously are just because they have mines at home, or they are poor themselves, making excuses for their own incompetence.

"I only have $600 in my pocket..." Root said, pulling out the money.

"Deal!" Tang Dao grabbed it, put the bullet on the table, and smiled, "We are happy to cooperate."

After receiving the money, a neutral voice sounded in his mind.

[Level 1 mainline task: sell Cobra revolver (exceeding the local market price) (excellent completion), will the reward be issued? 】

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