Chapter 22: The Sunny Pastor

The market at the gathering point is really not big. After all, this is just a small gathering point, a bit like a material transfer station on the wasteland. However, there are many types of goods here. From grain seeds, ores, leather, to weapons and ammunition, there are everything. Blood Eyes even saw an ancient double-barrel tank.

In the apocalypse, ore and food are hard currency. So Xue Tong is very confident now. Old Vic gave him a box of copper ore. This is the entire asset of the Black Sheep Brigade. This is the first time Xue Tong has so much capital, which makes him feel like a rich nouveau riche.

However, he was not very generous. Although there were a lot of goods in the market, he was not interested in it. He was still the same, and he made a set of camping equipment and fur cloaks. By the way, he bought two alloy hunting knives. Although this thing was not a big deal for his boxing gloves, it was an excellent portable weapon when he did not use boxing gloves. Since using boxing gloves, Xuetong discovered a problem, which was that when boxing gloves were weaponized, it would consume a lot of energy and increase his hunger. This was a big burden for him. So when he could solve the problem with ordinary weapons, Xuetong would try to avoid using boxing gloves. Oh, it was that mysterious "collar clothing".

Strolling around the market casually, Xue Tong bought a lot of things in a short while. He didn't want to waste it, but he had decided to leave the Black Sheep Brigade. Then the supplies needed for survival in the wild are essential. A large amount of food and drinking water will occupy a lot of space, so he also needs a transportation tool.

After walking for a while, Xue Tong suddenly heard a familiar voice that seemed to be calling him. He turned around and couldn't help but be stunned.

A businessman wrapped in bandages waved to him not far away.

"Is it you?" A trace of surprise flashed in Xue Tong's eyes. Of course he knew the other party. At Shelter No. 27, the bandage merchant sold the goods that he urgently needed. Although the goods were not used in the end, his boxing gloves were obtained from the other party's hands. Xue Tong was surprised at how he met the other party here. Shouldn't he be in Shelter No. 27?

"Of course, boy. Otherwise, who do you think it is? Does anyone know you after leaving the 27th refuge?" said the bandage merchant with a sneer, walking towards a truck behind him. "Boy, I just arrived at this hell gathering point today and saw you, an old acquaintance. Hey, don't you want to see my goods? There are new goods."

"I..." Xue Tong was about to say that he didn't need it, but suddenly a trace of indescribable feeling flashed in his heart, but the words turned to his mouth. "Okay."

"Ha, boy, I knew you were a person who knew the goods. Although not very wealthy, I like you." The bandage merchant laughed and suddenly opened the back door of the car. A clamor sounded, and Bloody eyes suddenly widened and gasped.

I saw that the narrow and long carriage was filled with weapons. Various guns and ammunition were arranged neatly on both sides of the carriage. It was like a weapon warehouse. In the dim carriage, these guns emitted a faint blue light, and you could tell that they were new products at a glance. Yellow bullets were neatly marked in a pile. Some of them had special red marks on the bullets. But these were not the most important. The most important thing was that there were five large iron boxes at the end of the carriage. Blood Eyes had seen such iron boxes. Of course, they knew what it was.

"Armor?"

"That's right. It's still a new product. I just got it." The bandage merchant smiled proudly. "How about it, boy, are you interested in getting a set? This thing is very popular. Don't say I won't remind you. If you don't get the goods now, you will not see it tomorrow at most."

The bandage merchant's words are not exaggerated at all. Armor is the strongest individual armed force in the world. Although it is not uncommon, there are very few brand new armors. Everyone knows that new armor must be made from the advanced world, and the armor left by the previous civilizations is more than a little stronger.

In fact, Xue Tong was also very moved. But he knew that this thing was not something he could get with his current capital. Most of the armor in the Seventh World was energy blocks, and the price was terrifying. His box of copper ore might not even be enough to pay for energy. So despite his jealousy, he could only shake his head and refuse.

But just as he spoke, he felt a darkness beside him, and a figure came over. "Ha, so many good things. It seems that I have good luck today."

Xue Tong turned around and immediately saw a handsome chubby with a blond and blue eyes. He saw him wearing a black priest robe with a Bible in his hand. He looked particularly sunny. In this end of the world where even survival could not be guaranteed, Xue Tong felt a clear vitality from him, which made him feel refreshed. What impressed him the most was that the other party was carrying a black cross more than one meter long on his back. It looked very alternative.

Seeing Xue Tong looking at him, the handsome pastor smiled at Xue Tong. Then he faced the bandage merchant. "Boss, can you try your stuff here?"

"Haha, it seems that there is more than one distinguished guest today. Of course, which one do you like?" The bandage boss was also very happy and replied with a smile.

"wm29" The handsome pastor smiled and spit out a name.

"Broken Wing Butterfly?" The bandage merchant was stunned and then laughed happily. "What a good eye, this is a treasure left by the previous civilization. Now it is almost impossible to see it on the market. I only collected two more hands, but I didn't expect you to fall in love with it at first sight."

"I saw a bullet of 44." The priest replied with a smile.

"Of course, if you click a 44 bullet, you can kill even a mutant beast. Have you brought enough money?" The bandage merchant pulled out an iron box from behind and put it in front of the priest. After opening the box, he immediately saw a blue revolver.

This is a very special snatch. Even if the Blood Pupil, who knows nothing about the gun, had a good impression of the gun at first glance. It was said that it was special because its gun body was not ostentatious, but it felt slender and delicate. It had an indescribable evil spirit. The barrel was covered with a thin layer of gun oil. It could be seen that the owner often maintained it. Six thick bullets were neatly arranged under the gun. The exquisite ones were like handicrafts.

"wm29, broken wing butterfly." The priest skillfully picked up the pistol and fiddled with it for a few times, then swung the wheel out. He glanced at the rifle and then threw it back. He smiled slightly.

"Where can I try to grab it?"

"It's here." The bandage merchant smiled and slapped the carriage behind him. Then Xue Tong saw a window open on the top of the carriage, and three UFOs shot into the sky.

Almost as the UFO shot to the highest point, three gunshots rang in Xuepeng's ears. The three UFO disintegrated in the air at the same time, and were smashed into pieces by the bullets flying at high speed. The market was incredibly chaotic. Everyone was alarmed by the gunshots. In the chaotic crowd, a group of guards holding guns ran over. However, the priest didn't look at them at all. He just put the revolver into the iron box.

"good."

Xue Tong next to him was shocked. The gun test just now was only a moment, and he didn't see the handsome priest's movements clearly. He only felt that the priest's arm moved when the priest was about to reach the top, and the priest was smashed to pieces. So fast! So fast hand, so fast gun!

"Hey, who shot in the market just now?" A noise rang out behind him, and the guards had already come over. Although no one saw the priest shooting, the gunshots came from here. Naturally, the guards would not find the wrong place.

The bandage merchant was not panicked. He threw a sign to the guard. The guard was so scared that he shivered when he saw it. He hurriedly saluted. "I'm sorry, I don't know you are..."

"Okay, okay. Don't disturb me in business." The bandage merchant interrupted the guard impatiently, and drove away the guard's hand as if he was driving a fly. Then he smiled at the priest.

"How is it, are you satisfied?"

"Very satisfied." The priest smiled shyly. His fingers gently rubbed the iron box, and thought about throwing out a pocket. "I want three hundred Jinweiks, I want both. Add four hundred bullets to me."

"Ha, what a young man who knows the goods." The bandage merchant happily took his pocket and looked at it, and immediately smiled. Jinweik is the hardest currency in the world, far above ore and food. It can be circulated anywhere. Its essence is gold coins, but there are standards for weight and purity, and it has extremely high value.

Three hundred Jinweik is enough to buy more than a dozen powerful rifles. Now only two revolvers are available, and bandage merchants can be considered profitable.

"You are such a good customer." The bandage merchant was very happy and said casually. "This kind of gun is very powerful, but it is too inconvenient to carry ammunition. Why don't you consider the guns of energy bombs? A small piece of energy can be fired thousands of times. It's absolutely worth the money."

"I like live ammunition. Don't you think the smell of rolling gunpowder is so charming? That is the gift from the Lord." The pastor answered casually, picked up the firearms and ammunition packaged by the bandage merchant. He smiled politely at Xue Tong and turned around and left.

Looking at his back, the bandage businessman smiled and said, "What a happy guest. By the way, boy, what do you want to order? My things are very good."

"But I don't have money as much as him." Xue Tong touched his nose and replied with a wry smile.

"It's okay, I'm not a snobbish businessman. Tell me, what do you like? I'll give you the lowest price." The bandage businessman said happily.
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