"What else do you want? We're discussing business here—hey, don't get distracted!"
Zhang Su waved his hand at Brother Jie, noticing the brief pause in the man's eyes upon seeing the weapon. Zhang Su understood the situation instantly and quickly thought of a countermeasure.
"Aren't you guys looking to swap weapons? How about this rifle? The Cyan Dragon Corps has plenty in stock, and we exchanged for this type before!"
Zhang Su patted the 95-type rifle on his shoulder.
Brother Jie suddenly realized and cursed himself for his stupidity. How could an old farmer from a nearby village possess standard weapons? If they have them, they must be from military stock, either through trade or as spoils.
But can these guys really take down the Cyan Dragon Corps?
The answer is obviously no!
"Yes, right, I momentarily forgot the model of this gun. Haha, yes, let's exchange five more of these guns. Name your price, and let's see how we can swap."
