"Eight times optical sniper lens, specially customized extended silencer, specially modified length and removable settings, pure hand-sewn rhino leather butt stock, characteristic high-energy armor-piercing bullets... This gun is completely customized when it goes."

"How much does this gun cost?" Afu asked curiously.

Zhang Ming shook his head with a serious face and said, "The ordinary version of the underground black market is also priced at 60,000 to 80,000 yuan. This one is completely customized and the price will only be higher!"

hiss!

Everyone except Link was gasping for breath.

What does this mean by a gun worth hundreds of thousands?

Looking at the firearms piled up on the dining table, it looked like a small arsenal.

Most of the guns in the hands of the thugs were bought from second-hand stores in underground black markets.

The price of a new gun usually fluctuates by 700 or 800 yuan. A simple second-hand pistol can be priced up to 300 or 400 yuan.

But the cheapest gun on the table in front of you is two or three thousand wasteland coins.

The thugs felt quite rare that Liu Laolao entered the Grand View Garden.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot, there is still something I haven't taken out."

As Ah Fu said, he took out four bulletproof vests from his backpack.

The confused thugs gradually came back to their senses, and a fire of revenge ignited in their eyes.

Fuck, hold this gun.

They even had the courage to go out and fight head-on with the other three gangs!

"Now, move all these guns to the room inside, and that room will be our Jack Gang's arsenal in the future."

Now, there is no need to specify arrangements.

The thugs were like they had stimulants, and they took the initiative to help and moved all the guns and equipment into the room.

The third brother beside him looked at the boss with a confident and slightly raised mouth, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Boss, how many surprises do you have and trump cards!
Chapter completed!