Delta Operation: Big Red Objects Mutate

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Liu Yan looked in that direction and saw the whole picture.

This so-called equipment trading market was completely different from what Liu Yan had imagined.

It wasn't in any enclosed space, nor was it a particularly high-end event.

On the contrary, it's more like a vegetable market or a flower, bird and fish market.

The vendors spread out various cloths they had prepared on the ground, and displayed firearms on them.

Some of the more upscale vendors set up small tables.

Roy noticed the strangeness in Liu Yan's expression and spoke up to explain:

"That's how it is here."

"War is raging everywhere, and the arms trade is no longer restricted. After all, in this situation, there are only two best ways for ordinary people to feel safe."

"Either move out, or have a gun."

"But crossing the border isn't that easy. In comparison, firearms and armor are low-cost and provide the same sense of security."

"Perhaps this situation will only ease when the war between Asara and Hafk ends."

As they spoke, the two had already stepped into the equipment trading market.

The shouts of vendors echoed all around:

"Brand new MK-2 tactical vest, 278000 HAF coins; brand new GT1 tactical helmet, 200000 HAF coins!"

"Take it all, round down to 28000, only one set available!"

"Desert Eagle pistol, barebones, 17,000 HAF coins! Come and take a look."

"When Asara's soldiers invade your home, don't panic or be afraid. Calmly reload, respond calmly, and aim before firing."

"Barely equipped MP5 submachine guns, 59,000 each, 6 in total, welcome to take them all home, boss!"

"PSG-1 Marksman Rifle, equipped with a 6/12mm sharpshooter scope and a practical suppressor, selling the entire rifle at a discounted price of 20! Only 5 in stock!"

"Sell 3 Secret Order Angled Grips, 6 each."

Roy raised an eyebrow at the level 4 helmet and armor set that would cost 450,000 in total.

Even at GTI headquarters, this kind of equipment is only provided for high-risk missions.

It's not that I can't afford to buy it, but the repairs after this kind of wear and tear are not cheap.

Although the headquarters can help with free repairs.

However, you have to buy the repair kit yourself.

This is similar to the idea of providing meals in the cafeteria.

In the past, he would have taken a second look at level 4 equipment.

But after seeing Liu Yan's belongings, Roy felt that this level four equipment was nothing special.

"Should we rent a stall or something, or find the manager here?"

Since it was Liu Yan's first time there, he didn't really know much about this kind of street vending.

Roy waved his hand, then pointed to the stall that had been selling helmets and armor, as well as the stall that was selling PSG-1 marksman rifles.

"It doesn't have to be that complicated, look at them."

"The stall owners who set up small tables are usually quite well-off. You've probably noticed that they sell good quality, and very expensive items."

"For example, to make it easier for major clients to select items, we would specifically request a table from the market administrator."

After saying that, Roy pointed to the other stalls.

“If you look at the others, they just sit on the ground with a piece of cloth. Their exposure is relatively poor, so they don’t need to apply for anything. Anyone can come.”

"These are mobile stalls; whoever grabs one first gets it, which is why I said we should come early."

As he spoke, Roy took out a pink picnic mat with small white flowers printed on it from his backpack.

whoosh—whoosh—

Roy shook it vigorously twice before spreading it out on the ground.

Then they found four more stones and used them to weigh down all four corners.

Finally, he looked at Liu Yan and pointed at the picnic mat a few times.

"That's fine. Put the guns you want to sell on top."

Looking at this rudimentary way of setting up a stall, Liu Yan suppressed the urge to complain.

"Okay, wait for me."

Because of the large number of people coming and going in the market at this time, Liu Yan could not find any blind spots in the view of others from this position.

To openly pull out a bunch of guns from bare hands is too blatant.

After Liu Yan left, Luo Yi sat on the ground, waiting for Liu Yan.

Not long after, Liu Yan returned carrying five fully modified gun barrels in each hand.

The main reason I only took ten was, of course, that there wasn't enough room on the picnic mat.

After arranging the guns on the picnic mat, Liu Yan and Roy sat down together on the ground.

Although the mat looks rather out of place, overall it actually looks quite decent.

"Hmm...shouldn't we also say something to promote it?"

After a while, Liu Yan realized something was wrong.

In this kind of market, everyone else is shouting and hawking their wares, while the two of them are just sitting there doing nothing.

Where can I attract other people's attention?

With Liu Yan's reminder, Roy quickly realized what was happening.

"That's right! Everyone's shouting, so we have to shout a few words too."

Then, Roy looked at the ten guns neatly arranged on the picnic mat.

How should I promote it?

Roy comes here often, but each time he just browses around to see if he can find a bargain.

He's never actually sold guns.

Immediately afterwards, the vendor's shouts reached their ears again:

"PSG-1 Marksman Rifle, equipped with a 6/12mm sharpshooter scope and a practical suppressor, selling the entire rifle at a discounted price of 20! Only 5 in stock!"

Upon hearing this, Roy's eyes lit up.

This is the market; you don't need any special skills. Just shout what others are shouting.

Just give me the name of the weapon, the names of any accessories, and the price.

It's that simple!

Roy patted his chest and said to Liu Yan:

"Leave it to me, I'll do the marketing. You just tell me how much these guns cost."

Liu Yan looked at the firearms, but he wasn't sure about their specific prices.

But seeing others sell for 100,000, and having more parts than them, I should be able to sell for 300,000.

"Let's sell it for 300,000."

Liu Yan said casually.

But when he heard the number, Roy's mouth slowly opened wide.

30? Are you crazy?

"Each of these guns of yours could sell for at least 50!"

"Forget it, you don't understand pricing, I'll set the price."

Roy waved his hand.

"Then why are you asking me?" Liu Yan pursed his lips.

"After all, it's your gun. What if you want to sell it for a higher price?"

As Roy spoke, he inspected each of the accessories on Liu Yan's gun.

After finishing the examination, Roy looked up and cleared his throat loudly twice:

"Cough cough—!!"

Come and take a look! Take a look!

"M7 assault rifle, equipped with a Typhoon extra-long barrel, advanced multi-caliber suppressor, resonant ergonomic grip, 30-round 6.8mm magazine, modular AR rear grip, AR heavy grip plate, Shadow Strike rail stock, full-power caliber quickdraw slide, multi-purpose tactical riser, micro sight riser, panoramic red dot sight, PERST-7 blue laser pointer, OLIGHT Odin S tactical flashlight, and four Ranger goggles!!"

"Currently at a rock-bottom price! Only 80!!"

"M14 Marksman Rifle, equipped with M14 Insight Extra Long Barrel, M14 Cash Frame System, Sandstorm Vertical Compensator, Resonance Ergonomic Grip, Shadow Strike Rail Stock, M14 50-Round Drum, Multi-Purpose Tactical Raising Mount, Micro Sight Raising Mount, Panoramic Red Dot Scope, Full-Power Caliber Quickdraw Sleeve, Three KC Hound Goggles!!"

"Same rock-bottom price, 80!!"

"Besides that, there's also..."

"These, cough cough—all only cost 50, cough—60 to take home!!"

After Roy rattled off all the weapon combinations in one breath, his throat was practically parched.

And after he shouted that.

Almost all the vendors and customers in the market turned their shocked gazes toward the two of them.

Chapter 394 Model Gun

In less than three minutes, Liu Yan and Luo Yi's stall was surrounded by a huge crowd.

"What kind of gun is this? It looks so cool."

"Judging from their appearance, they are fully equipped guns, but based on my experience, these guns are all models."

"Besides its stylish design, it has no practical use and is not as good as an MP5 player."

"These two kids don't seem to know the rules here; they've actually come here to sell model guns."

"It's just a model. You scared me, but how dare you sell a model for hundreds of thousands? Are you robbing me?"

"The most expensive gun I've seen on the market right now is only around 300,000 yuan, and that's a genuine, semi-modified M7."

The crowd stood in front of the stall, chatting amongst themselves.

They all have one thing in common: they only look, they don't buy.

And many people who were standing on tiptoe and craning their necks to take a look shook their heads and turned away after hearing that it was a model gun.

The customers who had come because of Roy's shouts left most of them in an instant.

Seeing this, Roy became a little anxious.

"Damn it, bro, if you're not buying, don't talk nonsense!"

"What do you mean, a model gun? Look at this, it's just a model!"

Click—click—

As he spoke, Roy picked up a gun and pulled the bolt a few times.

"Your models are this realistic?"

Upon hearing this, the man who had just said the gun was a model blushed slightly.

The mannequins in his house are incredibly lifelike, if not real.

After a moment of stunned silence, the older brother spoke dismissively:

"Don't you know what era we live in? Is it really that hard to create a 1:1 replica model?"

I won't say anything else.