Chapter 398 Buying a Gun

"Guest, your meal is ready, please take it easy." A burly man with a dirty white apron on his chest brought a stainless steel dinner plate to Qi Lin.

He is part cook, part waiter and owner of this small restaurant.

This fly restaurant on the second floor facing the street only has an area of ​​20 to 30 square meters, three tables, and a bar. It is now two o'clock in the afternoon, and the restaurant has passed away. Apart from Qi Lin, the only diner, there is only the restaurant. The boss is alone.

The food in the stainless steel dinner plate is not exquisite. Whether it is potato cubes or fried luncheon meat, there is a choking smell of oily smoke. A few yellow cabbage leaves that look like they have been taken out of a can are the plates. The only side dish - this meal worth eight resource points, although the taste is not delicious, but the portion is more than sufficient.

The consumption level of the residents in the middle area is still much higher than that in the slums. In the slums, you can eat a large bag of paste-like synthetic food for three or four days with a few resources, but in the middle area, the average person eats one meal The food standard of the family has reached about 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 around and walked towards the bar.

The restaurant owner turned around and wiped his big hands on the apron around his waist, with a puzzled look on his face: "What's the matter? Do you want to order something else?"

Qi Lin didn't open his mouth. Instead, he took out half a pack of "Hongtashan" left over from the old times from his pocket and stuffed it into the pocket of the restaurant owner's apron.

"Boss, I have something to ask you."

"No problem, no problem, just ask the customer." The owner of the restaurant was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously put his hand into his pocket, touched the half-pack of "Hongtashan", and his face immediately burst into enthusiasm smile.

The quality of cigarettes in the old era, even the cheap and low-end ones, is much better than the low-quality ones supplied in the shelter, but this kind of thing is always one cigarette less, like this pack of old-era cigarettes. The Hongta Mountain, which is only sold for seven yuan in the store, can be sold for a high price of nearly 100 resource points in the underground black market of the shelter.

Half a box of Hongtashan is almost 50 resource points, which is far more expensive than the meal Qi Lin ordered.

"What's the name of the company on the opposite side?" Qi Lin pointed to the big courtyard of the Red Shirt Gang across the street from the window.

There was a strange look on the restaurant owner's face, and he asked, "You are not a local, are you?"

"No?" Qi Lin shook his head, "I came here from shelter 192 to do business. I didn't expect that the passages between the shelters would be closed within a few days after arriving here, and I don't know when it will be closed. Reopen."

"No wonder, let me tell you, the name of the company opposite is 'Wia Trading Co., Ltd', cough cough..." The restaurant owner coughed, then moved to Qi Lin's ear, and lowered his voice, "But We locals all know that the company's name is just a cover, although it is operating pharmaceutical trade on the surface, but the other name of this Wia Trading Co., Ltd. is even more famous..."

"What name?" Qi Lin continued to pretend to be stupid.

"The Red Shirt Gang. This is the largest gang in our shelter 187. The pharmaceutical business of Wia Trade only accounts for a small part of the turnover of the Red Shirt Gang. Those who trade in drugs, arms and human beings are the ones who get the money. big head-"

"There are still ammunition? Can I buy guns and bullets from them?" Qi Lin asked in feigned surprise.

"Of course!" said the restaurant owner, then his eyes narrowed suddenly, and he asked mysteriously, "Why, guest, do you want to get some guns for fun?"

"How do you say? Boss, do you have connections?" Qi Lin was worried about how to sneak into the Red Shirt Gang's resident, how to find the warehouse where the weapons were stored, but now he saw that this humble fly shop owner seemed to be able to help him look.

"Hehe... To tell you the truth, my brother-in-law works in the Red Shirt Gang. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to find such a good shop facing the street. If you want to buy a gun, you can find my brother-in-law. We Only take 20% of the agency fee."

According to the current prices of guns on the black market, the cheapest is the hand-assembled homemade pistol. This kind of pistol has poor 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 this kind of inferior pistol would cost more than 60 or 70 resource points.

As for a cheap imitation 54 semi-automatic pistol, the price has been raised to more than 300 points now. If it is a product from the old era, it will still be double the price based on this price.

And if it is a genuine 54-type pistol produced by a regular military factory, it can't be bought without points above four digits. As for the 95-type assault rifle, it is completely in a state of price and no market.

20% of the agency fee, this is not a small amount, no wonder the restaurant owner suddenly became so enthusiastic.

"Well... I really want to buy a big black star for civilian use, but I wonder if you can get it." Qi Lin asked.

Civilian Big Black Star, this is a common name for the imitation Type 54 pistol by ordinary people. This pistol has a simple structure and good power.

In China in the past, until the outbreak of the nuclear war, the ban on guns for ordinary citizens was not lifted. Therefore, it is much more difficult to get guns in the shelters in China than in the United States across the ocean, and the price paid is also higher. Much more expensive.

"Big Black Star, right? All right, no problem. Guests, please wait here for a while. I'll go and get my brother-in-law." After speaking, the restaurant owner generously poured Qi Lin a full glass of homemade wine. Beer, and then hurried downstairs.

Qi Lin raised his wine glass, took a sip, and immediately frowned. Damn it, this ghost beer is as sour as urine. Even the coffee made by Hans probably tastes better than this.

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The owner of the restaurant came back after leaving for about 20 minutes. Behind him was a guy wearing a pair of water-milled jeans, a pair of ripped slacks, and a chicken coop with colorfully dyed hair.

To use a buzzword in the old days, this guy is a typical "shamat non-mainstream".

There was a red armband on Sha Matt's arm. He obviously belonged to the kind of person with a little status in the red shirt gang. As soon as he walked up to the second floor, his small eyes turned around and stared straight at him. It fell on Qi Lin.