Dragon Boat Festival ignored what Boss Zhang said, but also picked up the bullets on the table and pressed them into the magazine one by one.

At this time, the widow had already changed the target paper and was back.

The widow asked with a smile: "If you can do it like me just now, I will be considered you'll win."

Dragon Boat Festival smiled: "If you can do it like me, I will win today."

As he said that, Dragon Boat Festival had already raised its gun and aimed at the bull's eye a hundred meters away.

As he slowly pulled the trigger, the first shot sounded, and the bullet headed straight to the bull's eye like an arrow from the string.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third shots... Each shot was like flowing, without any pause or hesitation, and the interval between each shot would not exceed 1 second.

When the last shot fell, the shooting range fell into a brief silence, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the hole in the bull's eye.

"One shot?"

Boss Zhang thought to himself.

But at this moment, the sixth brother said with a sharp look: "No, those are ten guns, all the bullets hit one position, just like only one shot on the bull's eye.

This is simply perfect, and there are almost no signs of being hit by the edge of the bullet hole."

The sixth brother was extremely shocked. It can be said that he could do it as a stroke like a widow.

But like Dragon Boat Festival, he could not do anything by hitting all ten bullets into a bullet hole. Because this is no longer something that humans can do.

Maybe you can shoot a bullet into a bullet hole with one shot or two shots. If there are three shots, four shots, or five shots, you can try again?

At this time, the same was true for the widow. Although she didn't want to believe that this was true, she really wanted to be right in front of her.

Boss Zhang opened his mouth wide in surprise, as if he could swallow an egg.

"This,...how is this possible?"

Although the widow came to his senses, it still couldn't believe it.

Dragon Boat Festival smiled slightly, slowly lowered the gun, and then said, "thank you, my wife."

The widow's wife was helpless, and at this moment, the widow's men had already brought the guns, bullets, and grenades.

Dragon Boat Festival tried each gun, and then threw out another grenade.

Whether it is the explosion power of guns or grenades, I am very satisfied with the Dragon Boat Festival.

He gave the widow eight gold bars, Dragon Boat Festival and Sixth Brother, and Boss Zhang left with a gun.

At this time, the guy beside him looked at the gold bar in the widow's hand and smiled: "Boss, we met a big customer today. Can this order earn at least four gold bars?"

The weapons collected by the widows are all lower than the market price. For example, there is a man from the martial arts world who has an MP28 submachine gun, but he wants to wash his hands with a golden basin. Then it is useless for him to keep this gun and will be sold to the black market.

And then, a man picked up a gun, and he felt it was hot when he handed over it, but he was afraid of causing trouble. He might as well take it to the black market to exchange for some money and spend it.

Therefore, some of the weapons and ammunitions of my sister-in-law are cheaper than those obtained on Dragon Boat Festival, so the profit is very high.

The widow shook his head and said, "This money is probably not that easy to make. You are here to guard the store, so I will go to the old man to report this."

As he said that, the widow left the underground shooting range, then returned to the arsenal and opened another secret door.

Behind the secret door is a long and dim underground passage, with faint oil lamps embedded in the stone hands on both sides of the passage.

The dim halo jumped on the cold stone wall, illuminating the way to lower the stone steps for my widow.

The widow passed by in a familiar way, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the open passage, and occasionally the sound of dripping water in the distance and the subtle whistle of the wind.

At the end of the passage, a thick stone door stood quietly, with complex totems carved on it.

The totem includes foxes, hedgehogs, snakes, etc. Every animal is lifelike, as if it will walk down from the stone carvings at any time.

The widow took out a simple-style key from her waist, skillfully inserted it into the keyhole, twisted it gently, and the stone door slowly opened, making a dull sound.

Behind the door is a world that is completely different from the outside world - a spacious and bright living room.

The living room is decorated with a strong ancient style, and there are several ink paintings depicting ancient battlefields hanging on the walls, each of which is magnificent.

A huge wooden sofa is placed in the center, and the sofa is covered with tiger skins.

On the sofa, an old man in his sixties was sitting leisurely, wearing something that he couldn't tell what kind of clothes he was. He looked like a beggar, with patches on his clothes, and almost all the places were strips of cloth.

Then the cloth strips were lined with cloth strips, looking like a big bird with fluffy feathers.

His hair was casually combed behind his head, combed into a small braid, and a few strands of silver threads scattered from it, adding a bit of unruly and vicissitudes.

Although the old man's face was covered with wrinkles, his eyes were still bright. He was playing with a string of crystal clear Buddhist beads in his hand, and he gently twisted them from time to time, as if he was thinking about some major problem.

Because there was a person standing in front of him, and this person was the Mediterranean that had promised Dragon Boat Festival to make him fake documents.

The Mediterranean Sea is standing respectfully on the side at this time.

At this time, the old man saw the widow coming in and looked up slightly: "What's wrong with today? Are you having trouble?"

The widowed sister hurriedly bowed respectfully and said, "My grandpa, there is something to do. I just started a business and think it's very unusual, so I'll report it to you."

The old man waved his hand.

At this time, the widow continued: "The other party is an expert, and they buy German weapons and equipment, two MP28 submachine guns, two German-made mullets, one thousand bullets, and twenty grenades."

The old man spoke slowly: "Look!"

The widow replied quickly: "I can't tell the appearance, but the other party's accent is very young, so it was Boss Zhang who brought him."

"Hahaha!"

When the old man heard this, he laughed dryly.

At this time, the Mediterranean looked at the widow and said, "That person also went to my store to make a Japanese officer certificate."

The widow said, "He told me that buying weapons and ammunition is a gang fight."

Mediterranean: "Gangs are fighting, so what does he do to make fake officer certificates?"

The widowed sister said suspiciously: "Does he want to kill the Japanese? Then this matter will be a big deal."

As he said that, the two of them looked at the old man again, obviously he was the boss behind the underground black market.

After hearing this, the old man seemed to be in deep thought. He gently twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand and said nothing for a long time.

The Mediterranean and the Widow both stood quietly aside, not even daring to make any sound.

After a long time, the old man sighed: "If it's a small fuss, it's fine. These people are going to make a big noise. If the Japanese pursue it, we have to run away."

Mediterranean said: "That old man, we won't do their business?"
Chapter completed!