Special Forces: I Can See the Experience Bar

Chapter 315 The Chinese?
"Hey, Old Gun."

"You haven't patronized my business in ages."

Chang Ning and the burly man pushed open the glass door and entered the gun shop. A refined-looking man, more like a scholar than a gun shop owner, opened his arms to greet them.

He greeted the burly man familiarly, and casually complained that the man didn't patronize his business.

"Come on! Haven't I patronized your business countless times?"

The burly man immediately retorted when he heard the shop manager scolding him.

"You've been a good patron of my business, but could you please not run up the tab every time you come? You already owe me $30,000!"

The store manager gritted his teeth and said fiercely to the burly man.

"Hey! Dude, calm down."

"I've brought you a big client this time."

After the burly man finished speaking, he revealed Chang Ning, who was standing behind him.

"Does my business even need you to introduce customers?" the shop manager thought to himself.

However, since he and the burly man were old friends, he had to give him that much face.

Besides, that guy Old Gun still owes him $30,000. What if he gets angry and refuses to pay back the money?
These days, those who owe money are the bosses!

The store manager thought that he would try his best to meet any requests the customer introduced by this acquaintance might have, even if it meant giving them a discount.

His friendship with Old Gun is not just talk.

"What do you want? I can give you a discount because of Old Gun."

The store manager walked up to Chang Ning with a fake smile on his face and a faint sense of detachment in his tone.

Gun shops don't lack customers, so there's no need for the shop manager to personally and enthusiastically solicit customers.

"Two Glock 17 and HK416 rifles, and three defensive grenades."

Choose any brand of grenades you like, and get three loads each of pistol and rifle rounds.

The shop manager, who had been nonchalant, suddenly brightened up when he heard Chang Ning ordering the food as if she were reciting a menu.

He pulled out a calculator from somewhere and started doing the math: "Glock 17 $700, HK416 $2,500, grenade $500 each."

"Brother, that's four thousand seven hundred dollars in total. For Old Gun's sake, give me four thousand five hundred dollars, and I'll waive the cost of the bullets."

Chang Ning knew he didn't have enough money on him; he only had five hundred US dollars at most.

Is his worth only one-ninth of those weapons?

He couldn't afford anything at that gun shop.

Just as Chang Ning was about to give up, the burly man spoke up: "Friend, the weapons sold here are all top quality, and if you want to get fully automatic weapons and have high quality requirements, this is the best choice."

"That's true, but the problem is I don't have enough money on me."

Chang Ning is now experiencing firsthand what it means to be penniless.

Should I ask him to contact Violet and have her send him money?
Chang Ning felt he couldn't bring himself to do it; it was laughable that the elite of the Wolf Fang couldn't even get money in free America.

"Hey buddy, do you know anyone here? You could ask them to lend you some money," the burly man said.

He could naturally think of borrowing money, but he just couldn't bring himself to ask. Who knew if his colleagues in America were short of money?

It's best not to cause trouble for others.

Chang Ning didn't want to trouble her American colleagues, so if all else failed, she would have to ask "alcoholic" Downey for some money.

I originally planned to get the weapons first before going, but who knew the weapons here would be so expensive!
However, the thought that they were all fully automatic made Chang Ning feel relieved.

If they were for civilian use, how could they be so expensive? After making up his mind, Chang Ning discussed with the shopkeeper whether he could hold onto the weapons he wanted for a while until he had enough money to buy them.

"Old Gun, you've brought another customer to the manager?"
To be honest, how about I pay that money for you?

A clear voice came from behind, and just from that voice, Chang Ning could picture a sunny male high school student in his mind.

The burly man turned around and gave the owner of the voice a big hug, patting the man's back with his large hand.

The dull sound of the hand hitting the back indicated that the burly man hadn't held back, leading Chang Ning to suspect that they had a grudge against each other.

But the way the two greeted each other just now didn't seem familiar, so Chang Ning was certain that the strong man and that person had a very special relationship.

After the two finished greeting each other, Chang Ning finally got a clear look at the person's face.

Typical Chinese appearance, with very distinctive features.

Those who know each other can tell at a glance that the other person is Chinese.

Moreover, that person, like the Russian strongman, had that smell of someone who had been on the battlefield and seen blood.

US military? Or mercenaries?

Chang Ning knew that some people in China would choose to join the U.S. military and serve the United States in order to obtain a green card.

I wonder if this is the person?

Thoughts surged through Chang Ning's mind like a great river, but his face remained expressionless.

You can't tell that Chang Ning is having a brainstorming session just by observing her facial expressions.

"Chinese?"

The man broke free from the burly man's embrace, looked at Chang Ning, and asked in Chinese.

Chang Ning replied in Chinese, "Yes."

I must say, hearing my mother tongue suddenly in America evoked a sense of warmth and familiarity.

Seeing that Chang Ning had answered his question directly, the man looked Chang Ning up and down before continuing to ask, "A veteran?"

Being stared at so blatantly and spoken to in an interrogative tone, Chang Ning was quite annoyed: "So what if I am, so what if I am not? Do I have an obligation to answer you? Even if you are Chinese!"

After saying that, Chang Ning turned to leave. He still needed to find the leader of the gang called "Zero Point" to "get" some money.

I don't have time to chat with a high school student, whether he's a US soldier or a mercenary.

If it weren't for the mission requiring him to maintain his persona, would that person have been able to detect his true identity?
Seeing that the atmosphere at the scene was a bit off, the burly man stepped in to smooth things over.

"You are all Chinese, you are all compatriots, why make things so tense?"

"Big guy, no need."

In places like this, the people we should be most wary of are our own people.

Although this was Chang Ning's first proper trip abroad, he had studied the relevant materials.

How ironic that it's one of our own people who are swindling Chinese people abroad!
There are countless examples of Chinese people promising not to lie to each other, only to bite each other in the end.

"I agree with this."

The Chinese man who looked like a male high school student agreed with Chang Ning's words, as he had suffered quite a bit from this when he first arrived.

"When I came in, I noticed you seemed a bit short on cash. Do you need any help?"

I still have some old equipment.

Upon hearing this, the store manager objected, as that was a business deal worth four thousand five hundred US dollars!
So he said in a hurry, "You devil, even if you're a VIP of this store, you can't steal my customers. Let's talk about first come, first served, okay!"

To everyone's surprise, the man completely ignored the anxious shop manager and looked at Chang Ning: "How about it? Think about it? Although those things are all junk, they are still usable."