Chapter 402: Buy a gun

"Guests, your food is ready, please use it slowly." A burly man with a not-so-clean white apron on his chest brought a stainless steel dinner plate to Qi Lin.
He is both a chef, a waiter, and the owner of this small restaurant.
This fly restaurant on the second floor of the street has an area of ​​only 20 or 30 square meters, three tables, and a bar. It is two o’clock in the afternoon. The restaurant has passed. Apart from Qi Lin, the only diners, there are only restaurants. The boss is alone.
The food in the stainless steel plate is not exquisite. Whether it is potato wedges or fried luncheon meat, there is a choking smell of oily smoke. A few pieces of yellow cabbage leaves taken out of the can are plates. The only side dish is a meal worth eight resource points. Although the taste is not delicious, it is better than enough.
The consumption level of residents in the middle area is still much higher than that of the slums. In the slums, a large bag of paste-like synthetic food can be eaten for three or four days with a little resource, but in the middle area, the average person has a meal on average. The food standard reached around five o'clock.
Qi Lin fiddled with the fried rice on the plate with a spoon, and then stopped the restaurant owner who had just turned and walked towards the bar.
The restaurant owner turned his head and wiped his big hands on the apron around his waist, his face was a little puzzled: "What's wrong? Do you want something else for the guest?"
Qi Lin did not speak. Instead, he first took out a half-pack of "Hongta Mountain" from the old era from his pocket and stuffed it into the pocket of the restaurant owner's apron.
"Boss, I have something to ask you about."
"No problem, no problem, please do not hesitate to ask the guest." The restaurant owner was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously put his hand in his pocket, touched the half-pack of "Hongta Mountain", and his face immediately burst into enthusiasm. Smile.
The quality of old cigarettes, even the cheap low-end products, is much better than the inferior products supplied in the refuge, but this kind of thing, if you smoke one, you will lose one, like this pack of old times Hongtashan, which only sells for seven yuan in the store, can be sold at a high price of close to one hundred resource points in the underground black market of the refuge.
Half a box of Hongta Mountain is almost fifty resource points, which is far more expensive than the meal ordered by Qi Lin.
"What's the name of the company opposite?" Qi Lin pointed to the big courtyard of the Red Shirt Gang across the street from the window.
The restaurant owner showed a strange look on his face, and asked, "Guest, are you not a local?"
"No?" Qi Lin shook his head, "I came to do business from Refuge 192. I didn't expect that the passage between the various refuges would be closed just a few days after I arrived here, and I don’t know when it will be. Reopen."
"No wonder, I told you that the name of the company opposite is called'WIA Trading Co., Ltd.', cough..." The restaurant owner coughed, then reached Qi Lin's ear and lowered his voice, "but We locals all know that the name of the company is just a cover. Although on the surface it is engaged in the pharmaceutical trade, the other name of the WIA Trading Co., Ltd. is even more famous..."
"What's your name?" Qi Lin continued to pretend to be stupid.
"The Red Shirt Gang. This is the biggest gang in our Refuge No. 187. The pharmaceutical business of Avia Trade only accounts for a small part of the Red Shirt Gang's turnover. Those drugs, arms and human trade are the money. Big head"
"There are still arms? Can you buy guns and bullets from them?" Qi Lin asked pretendingly in surprise.
"Of course!" said the restaurant owner, then suddenly narrowed his eyes, and asked in a mysterious manner: "Why, how many guns do you want to play with the guest?"
"How do you say? Boss, do you have a way out?" Qi Lin is worried about how to get into the Red Shirt Gang and find the warehouse for storing weapons, but now I see that this humble fly restaurant owner seems to be able to help himself Look like.
"Hey... I'll tell you, my brother-in-law works in the red shirt gang, otherwise, I wouldn't be able to get such a good street shop. If the customer wants to buy a gun, you can find my brother-in-law, we Only take 20% of the agency fee."
According to the current price of guns on the black market, the cheapest is the hand-assembled earthen pistol. This kind of pistol is very poor in range, accuracy and reliability. It can only be loaded with one bullet at a time, and it is particularly easy to jam or explode. , But even with this inferior pistol, one has to sell for more than 60 or 70 resource points.
As for a poor imitation 54 semi-automatic pistol, the price has now reached more than 300 points. If it is an old-age product, it is still doubled from this price.
And if it is a genuine 54-style pistol produced by a regular military factory ~ EbookFREE.me~ does not have more than four-digit points, it can't be eaten. As for the 95-style assault rifle, it is completely priceless. status.
Twenty percent of the agency fee is not one-to-one, no wonder the restaurant owner suddenly became so enthusiastic.
"Hmm...I really want to buy a star for civilian use, I don't know if you can get it." Qi Lin asked.
Civilian Big Black Star, this is the common name for the imitation 54-style pistol by ordinary people. This pistol has a simple structure and good power. It can be regarded as one of several civilian imitation standard weapons.
In China, until the outbreak of the nuclear war, the ban on guns for ordinary citizens was not lifted. Therefore, it is much more difficult to obtain guns in the refuge in the Huaxia area than in the United States across the ocean, and the price to pay is also It's much higher.
"Big Black Star, right? Okay, no problem. Guests, please wait here for a while. I'll find my brother-in-law." After that, the restaurant owner generously poured Qi Lin a full glass of his own brew. Beer, and then hurried downstairs.
Qi Lin raised his glass, took a sip, his eyebrows wrinkled and right away. This ghost beer is as sour as urine. Even the coffee made by the guy Hans would taste better than this.
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The owner of the restaurant returned after leaving for about twenty minutes. Behind him, he was followed by a guy wearing a water mill denim, a pair of ripped slacks, and a henhouse with colorful hair.
To use a buzzword in the old age, this guy is a typical "kill Matt non-mainstream".
Killing Matt’s arm is covered with a red armband, obviously belonging to the kind of person with a little status in the red shirt gang. As soon as he walked up to the second floor, those small, thieves and squirrel eyes rolled around and stared straight. On Qi Lin's body.