The black market boss had no choice but to grit his teeth and agree to make the deal for one thousand US dollars in the face of Song Hao's series of questioning.

What's more, he has heard more or less news, guessing that the more than ten barrels of private wine may have come from that controversial case.

From this point of view, the two people in front of me are not good people, and they may not be able to kill themselves on the spot with a gun.

It is the right thing to waste money and eliminate disasters and send these two plague gods out as soon as possible.

"By the way, I have some good stuff here, why don't you take a look at it too?"

Song Hao quickly put the banknotes into his pocket and suddenly said something cold.

The black market boss who was about to hide the illegal liquor couldn't help but frown. Due to his face, he could only step forward to check.

It turned out that the remaining two wine barrels were actually filled with guns and ammunition.

However, he knew that as a black marketeer, he was not a terrifying arms dealer, and there was no need to deal with these dangerous gadgets.

Avoid unnecessary disaster!

"Friend, you should take this thing to a weapons store to sell it. Maybe they can give you a good price."

The black market boss turned back and prepared to continue sorting out the illegal liquor: "I don't have the courage."

Song Hao calmly put out his cigarette and was amused by his remarks: "Is that so?"

I saw him strolling up to an object covered with white cloth, with a strange smile on his lips: "Then what is this?"

The next second, under the shocked gazes of Aaron and the black market boss, the Maxim heavy machine gun hidden below was revealed in front of everyone.

The dark gun body and long barrel give people a strong visual impact.

Especially Aaron, who comes from Blackwater Town, has never seen such a steel monster in his life, which seems to be able to shoot flames from its mouth.

"Wait...you can't touch this machine gun..."

The black market boss didn't understand how he found out, so he hurriedly prepared to stop him.

However, Aaron didn't say much. He just held the dagger in front of him, blocking the opponent's way:

"Back off!"

You must know that since the incident in Saint-Denis, his courage has obviously increased a lot.

As for Song Hao, who had long been interested in this heavy machine gun, he naturally would not let go of the fat on his lips: "Stop talking nonsense."

"I don't think so. How about I trade all the guns and bullets here for your Maxim heavy machine gun?"

You can easily buy the guns and ammunition in the barrels even at a roadside weapons store.

But the damn Maxim heavy machine gun cannot be bought with money.

Its value goes far beyond that!

Seeing the other party's hesitation, Song Hao didn't have much patience, so he urged: "Agree or not, I hope you can give me a word."

The black market boss, who knew this in his heart, naturally did not want to agree to the deal:

It’s simply a pure loss of blood.

After all, this thing can fire six hundred rounds of bullets per minute. Whether it is in the hands of gangs or police, it is undoubtedly a piece of fat.

Wouldn’t it be better to change it if you said so?

After pondering for a moment, he said with treacherous eyes: "Friend, I really want to sell it to you."

"But it's a pity that someone has already got there first. My heavy machine gun is going to be sold to the O'Drisco gang. This is what they ordered half a month ago."

"You know, those guys are quite vicious characters..."

It is easy to hear the threat implicit in these words.

Especially the few short words at the end aroused the anger of the two even more.

Because Sadie's husband was brutally murdered by the O'Drisco gang on a snowy night.

Now you fucking dare to tell me that you want to sell to my enemies?

A red light flashed in Song Hao's eyes, and at the same time he took out the white ghost from his holster:

"I don't know what ruthless characters you are talking about the O'Drisco Gang."

"But I only know one fucking thing. If I don't get this fucking Maxim heavy machine gun tonight, I'm afraid it won't be so easy for me to talk."

The black market boss was so frightened that he hurriedly backed away and found that his shotgun was placed on the corner of the table on the right, with a gap of only a few meters.

A bold idea suddenly came to his mind...

However, Aaron next to him reacted very quickly. Without giving him any chance to fight back, he rushed forward and pressed his dagger against his back.

As long as he gets an order from the boss, he will immediately open a bloody hole in this bastard's back.

Anyway, if I kill you, the things will be mine!

The situation suddenly became tense, and Song Hao, who looked indifferent, shrugged his shoulders: "So now..."

"Can we make this a happy deal?"

The black market boss in cold sweat: "..."

Are you fucking asking about people’s attitudes?

Half an hour later, after some friendly communication, they slowly drove out of the stable.

It is not difficult to find that the Maxim heavy machine gun has been covered under a gray cloth to avoid being noticed by passers-by.

As for the poor black market boss, in the end he could only accept two barrels of guns and ammunition with tears in his eyes.

Even more outrageous, Song Hao did not forget to spend more than 20 US dollars to buy nearly a thousand rounds of bullets from him at a low price.

"Friend, don't be so gloomy. We are big customers after all. You should give us some discounts. Isn't that reasonable?"

"I'll give you a fucking discount..."

Song Hao, who pretended not to hear clearly, tightened his reins: "I'm sorry, the wind is a bit strong, what did you say?"

The black market boss forced a smile: "I wish you all a safe journey!"

"That's good, goodbye, my friend."

Watching the carriage disappear at the edge of the Emerald Ranch, the cold wind in the middle of the night was so cold that it made someone's teeth itch.

I wish I could catch a pig and bite it to death:

Damn it, I really hit the Sangmenxing tonight...

By the time the two members of the Wildfire Gang returned to the Forrest Mountains, it was early in the morning.

Dewdrops solidified on the surface of the vegetation. They were shivering and had to wrap up their coats tightly. There was an atmosphere of talking and laughing along the way.

After all, I got a big deal!

Song Hao lit a cigarette, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising crazily, and he almost laughed out loud:

As a water-cooled heavy machine gun, it was invented in 1883. It is hard to come across even today. Its effective range can even reach one thousand meters.

No joke at all, it can shoot down a big tree on the spot in half a minute, and its power should not be underestimated.

However, they had just parked the carriage and were planning to knock bamboo poles next time when they discovered an unexpected figure in the backyard:

Arthur's horse!

Aaron rubbed his eyes and couldn't help but mutter a few words: "I shouldn't be dazzled, right?"

Song Hao didn't have time to think too much. First, he and Aaron hurriedly hid Maxim in the warehouse, and then walked into the lobby of the villa.

In the field of vision, Arthur is sitting next to the stove, with a solemn expression, and an empty wine glass is placed next to him.

Hearing the noise outside the house, he stood up quickly:
Chapter completed!