"I know what you are talking about!" The waiter stopped counting money and said nervously to Cheng Bin, looking like a harmless little white rabbit.

Cheng Bin raised his left hand, pinched the left collar of the jacket and tweaked it outward, revealing the underarm gun bag to the waiter. The latter was stunned for a moment, looking a little hesitant, Cheng Bin pointed to the banknote in his hand, "I will leave directly if I find the right person."

The waiter looked at the banknotes in his hand. Although he had not counted them yet, he could be sure that the money was more than enough to pay a glass of beer.

"Okay." He glanced at the back of the bar and said, "First Room, look for Mr. A."

"Mr. A from Room Wang?" Cheng Bin said: "Shouldn't it be Mr. F?"

Mr. F was in Room 3. "The waiter said subconsciously.

It was not until Cheng Bin walked away with the beer that he suddenly remembered that there was something wrong with the conversation between the two people just now.

Cheng Bin walked around the bar and saw a row of rooms extending along the wall. He walked in and soon saw the room with the "Five" sign hanging on the door.

After knocking on the door only once, a gap was opened by someone, and a face covered with beards was revealed.

"Who are you looking for?" he asked.

"Mr. A is here?" Cheng Bin said: "I want to buy something."

The man looked at him, opened the door and said, "Come in."

There were a lot of people in Room No. 5, with seven or eight people playing cards around a table. The person who opened the door walked to a thin middle-aged man next to the table and whispered a few words in his ear. The man looked up at Cheng Bin and asked, "What do you want to buy? My things are not cheap."

"White Light Sighting." Cheng Bin took two steps, stood about five steps away from Mr. A, and looked at him and said, "Money is not a problem."

Mr. A was stunned for a moment, looked at Cheng Bin deeply for a while, then turned around and smiled at the people around the table, "Do you think he knows what he is talking about?"

The people laughed very much, and some people stood up from their seats, revealing the pistol inserted into their waists.

"I have a Glock Eighteen." Cheng Bin said calmly: "There are sixteen bullets in the gun, and you can just spread two of them each."

He said: "However, I don't like trouble. I don't want to find someone to buy bullets when I walk out here later."

Mr. A smiled at him, "Do you know?" he said, "Can one-on-eight still be so optimistic? You look very funny."

Cheng Bin looked at him, politely squeezed out a smile on his face, and watched Mr. A not speak.

"Your dress." After the two of them looked at each other for a while, Mr. A took the initiative to retreat. After all, among the two, he was a businessman.

"It looks like a wilderness hunter," he said, buckled the cards he was holding onto the table.

"Do you want to play a game?" he asked suddenly.

Seeing Cheng Bin shook his head, he spread his hands and said, "Okay, I have what you want, but I don't know if you understand the market. This kind of thing has just risen in price recently."

"It happened to be when I just walked into this room?" Cheng Bin began to get bored with Mr. A's chatter. To be honest, this is not the same as the black market transaction he imagined. Generally speaking, the black market merchants in the movie should not be rap-style as long as they have a day of white skin.

"It sounds very targeted," he said.

"No, you misunderstood." Mr. A said: "I've been here for a long time, so I need to give up some profits to maintain my reputation, so I won't raise prices temporarily. What I'm saying is true, starting yesterday."

He looked at Cheng Bin, hesitated for a while and said, "I'll give you a free message. Someone has paid a lot of money to buy mutant beasts, so many of your peers plan to invest some money to improve their equipment, which makes my inventory a little tight and can only increase the price."

He said to Cheng Bin very seriously: "Do you understand if I say this?"

Cheng Bin looked at him with his lips pursed, and after a while, nodded and said, "This is really surprising news."

"It seems you don't want a scope because of this news." Mr. A said thoughtfully: "You may not believe it, but I prefer doing business with people like you."

He said, "Raise or zoom?" He said, "I have M3A and PM2 in my hand, which sells a little better, of course if you want something else, like unertl..."

"M3A." Cheng Bin glanced at him and interrupted him decisively. He said, "I want to see the goods first."

Mr. A looked at him and laughed, "Okay."

He waved his hand, and someone walked out of the room. Then Mr. A stood up and went to the side to pour himself a glass of wine, "You look professional." He said, "Are you interested in doing something else?"

"I'm not interested for the moment." Cheng Bin said.

"That means you will be interested in the future?" Mr. A looked at him curiously, "What do you call him?"

Cheng Bin glanced at him and said lightly: "Do you still need to register to buy things from you?"

Mr. A laughed and said, "Of course not needed. But I like to collect contact information for those worthy people." He looked at Cheng Bin and said, "You know, in my industry, connections are the most important. You never know what kind of talents you will need. What is the most expensive in the new era? It is talent!"

He raised his glass and signaled to Cheng Bin, "I really don't consider leaving contact information for me?"

Cheng Bin was silent for a moment, reached out to take out a plastic card from his pocket. This action made the others in the room nervous, but in the end nothing happened.

Cheng Bin clamped the card with the two fingers of the right hand, shook his wrist and threw it out, just inserted it on Mr. A's clothes.

"That's how I contacted," he said.

Mr. A was stunned for a moment, not sure if he was scared by the card that Cheng Bin suddenly threw out. He slowly raised his hand to take off the card from his clothes, lowered his eyes and looked at him.

"SOD." He took a deep breath, "To be honest, I really didn't expect SOD's hunters to buy something for me."

"I like to have more choices." Cheng Bin said lightly.

Mr. A nodded, "Very valuable quality."

Just then, the person who had just left came back, and he was carrying a rectangular box in his hand.

Mr. A signaled the man to put the box on the table and returned the card to Cheng Bin himself, "If you say so, can I understand that you will not only take on SOD's tasks."

"I mean, if you want to work with me, you have to pay more money." Cheng Bin said lightly.

Mr. A laughed and signaled Cheng Bin to open the box.

The so-called M3A is a standard zoom ten times white light scope in the prehistoric era, which is mainly distributed to precision shooters for long-range snipers. Strictly speaking, it is not for professional snipers, or in other words, it is the most suitable for large-scale equipment among all professional snipers. That's why Mr. A said that another PM2 with adjustable focals is sold better.

However, for Cheng Bin, he bought sights for Rebecca. Although Rebecca's SSG is a professional sniper rifle, Rebecca is not a professional sniper. She probably can't become a professional sniper, so M3A is more suitable for her.

This is also the reason why Mr. A immediately determined that he was different from the stunning slut who suddenly decided to be a sniper in the past few days. Obviously, Cheng Bin not only understands the performance of these models, but also knows his own needs very well. For a gunman, the latter is definitely the most precious.
Chapter completed!