There are many people in the hotel.
When Fu Anan was stockpiling, she carried the goods up in suitcases and large opaque bags.
In addition to these, there is another very important thing - weapons.
From the second game, she realized the importance of strength.
In today's society, guns and ammunition are the first to be affected.
However, in the previous games, the firearms were obtained by Fu Yizhi. Now Fu Anan wants to find these controlled items by herself, which is much more difficult than she imagined.
By the way, Mr. Fu won’t enter the game, right
Fu Anan thought back to the first three rounds of the game, and how lucky she was to meet Fu Yizhi in every round.
This may be the legendary meeting of people destined to meet each other even though they are thousands of miles apart.
But Fu Anan was still quite sober.
It’s not enough to rely on Father Fu alone, she also has to work hard on her own.
Based on various experiences and legends, she came to the legendary black market.
In fact, she also thought about following Fu Yizhi's example and buying one or two pistols from the police station.
However, she felt that if Mr. Fu went, he could exchange the money for a pistol, but if she went, she might only be able to exchange it for a pair of iron handcuffs, so she chose a relatively conservative approach.
The black market has always been in the casinos.
It is easy to find such a place in such a huge mausoleum city.
Fu Anan found a bar with the address he bought for 5,000 yuan. Looking at the colorful soul dancers inside, he felt a little hesitant.
"Hey, little sister, is she an adult?"
The bartender looked at Fu Anan and raised his eyebrows coquettishly, "This bar does not provide alcohol to minors."
"Old K introduced me here. I want to discuss business with Brother Qiang."
Fu Anan told the bartender the news he had bought.
The bartender's face changed when he heard this, and he looked at Fu An'an with some surprise, "You can do it, little girl."
As he spoke, he threw the cloth on his shoulders on the table, walked to the end of a deep and narrow corridor, and opened a small door at the innermost part.
"Go ahead."
Various shirtless men gathered around various gambling tables, with smoke, alcohol and a stench of sweat in the air.
The various shouts and sounds of rolling dice made my eardrums hurt.
After squeezing past these addicted gamblers, Fu Anan finally squeezed into a small room.
"Were you introduced by Lao K?"
The man called Brother Qiang wore a big gold chain and smoked a cigar. He looked at Fu Anan with disdain.
"What kind of business is a little girl doing?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Anan took out her shopping list and said, "Hello, Brother Qiang, right
I want to buy two pistols and five hundred rounds of ammunition.
A Glock 19 automatic pistol, preferably in 9mm."
She finds it easier to use.
Hearing this, Brother Qiang glanced at her and said, "You sound quite knowledgeable, girl, but go away, I won't sell it to you."
"Why?" Fu An'an was stunned. "I have money, pay now."
"I don't sell to minors." Brother Qiang waved his hand, "You haven't even been in society, and you're here to learn how to use a gun.
Roll, roll, roll."
"No, I'm an adult." Fu An'an touched herself and realized that she had forgotten to bring her ID card. "How are you willing to sell it to me? You can pay a high price."
"I'm not selling it, so why are you talking so much nonsense?"
Brother Qiang looked at the gambling game he had lost and slammed the table, throwing out the last few weights, "What do you mean I'm willing to sell it to you
Fine, unless you win back all the money I just lost."
I bet on small numbers thirty-five times, and each time it was a big number.
Brother Qiang took a deep puff of his cigarette and seriously suspected that the other party was cheating.
(End of this chapter)