Delta Operation: Big Red Objects Mutate

Seeing the instructor's attitude, the previously dissatisfied agents calmed down a bit.

"Since the instructor has said so, let's wait two days."

"Okay, if the warrant hasn't been withdrawn in two days, then we'll have to follow up on Liu Yan's report."

"By then, you two shouldn't be stopping us anymore, right?"

Several operators focused their attention on Kai Silva and Wang Yuhao.

The two exchanged a glance and nodded slightly.

"it is good."

Chapter 402 Go over there to see if you can make some money from the price difference.

Equipment trading market.

"Vafa, is it really okay for us to sneak out like this?"

"If the superior finds out, I'll probably get some physical punishment..."

A soldier from Asara looked at Wafa with a worried expression.

The latter waved his hand casually.

"What's there to be afraid of? We've already told the brothers. If the officers look for us, they'll just tell them we went to the toilet."

After hearing Wafa's words of comfort, the soldier's worry deepened.

"If I came out myself and said I went to the toilet, the officer might believe me."

"The problem is, how can the superior possibly believe you when you say you went to the toilet?"

"And putting aside others, Samar and you have never gotten along. If he finds something wrong with you, he will definitely report it to the superiors."

Upon hearing Samar's name, Wafa curled his lip.

Samar and he never got along in the army camp.

It's as if they're inherently opposed; no matter what they do, they always seem to contradict themselves.

And every time Samar was reprimanded by his superiors, he would always mention himself.

“Then we’ll say that Samar asked us to come out and help him buy things.”

"Although the officer doesn't trust me, he does know about my relationship with Samar."

“Samar begged me to come out, and then told the officer behind my back to frame me. It makes perfect sense, and the officer can understand it.”

After Wafa finished speaking, the other soldier shook his head helplessly.

"You just lie so easily."

"Well, since we're already here, let's wander around."

"Don't lose the money the other brothers pooled together."

Upon being reminded, Vafa nodded solemnly, took off his backpack from behind, and checked the Haff cash inside.

"Don't worry, not a penny less."

"However, this amount of money is probably not enough to buy a brand new Level 5 bulletproof vest."

"At that time, we can only buy a nearly new or worn one, but the commander should like it quite a bit."

The other soldier nodded.

"Okay, let's go pick some out first. This is a famous flea market; we might find a bargain."

"Actually, I've already picked out a very suitable one for the officer, but I don't know if they'll be available for sale here."

Wafa glanced around at the stalls.

At a glance, most of the bulletproof vests being sold are level two or three.

There was only one stall selling Level 4 bulletproof vests.

"The officer's fighting style is better suited to lighter armor."

"The most suitable one I saw online was the Elite Bulletproof Vest."

"It's lightweight and flexible. Although its defensive capabilities are somewhat lacking, its mobility, combined with the officer's agility, is enough to make up for this shortcoming."

After hearing this, another soldier couldn't help but glance at Wafa.

"That's great. No wonder you lie every day, yet your superiors still treat you so well."

"So you really are good at internal competition, look at how well you've done your homework."

After saying that, the soldier looked at Wafa somewhat embarrassed and nudged him with his shoulder.

"By the way, can I borrow your phone for a couple of days? I've never used it before."

"I see you can watch live streams and play games..."

Vafa shook his head decisively.

"That won't work."

"Do you know how much effort I went through to snatch this from Hafk's soldiers?"

"When you have the chance later, you should try to steal one too. They usually keep it in their right pocket."

"Then you can go to your superior and plead with him to buy you a charger."

After being rejected, the soldier nodded dejectedly, while secretly making a vow in his heart.

I'll get a phone to play with later too.

In the entire military camp, only a handful of people had cell phones, and during breaks, a group of people would gather around to watch them play.

"Boss, can you lower the price of this PKM general-purpose machine gun? 17 is a bit too expensive."

“I don’t have that much money on hand, I only have a little over 8. Or can you remove all the accessories and just get the bare version?”

Suddenly, a familiar voice reached the ears of Vafa and his companion.

The two looked in the direction of the sound, and their pupils widened involuntarily when they saw the person's appearance.

"Samar? What's he doing here?"

"I don't know, but judging from his appearance, he's here to buy a gun."

"But is the PKM general-purpose machine gun something he can afford?"

At the stall, the owner, who looked to be close to 60, sighed and glanced at Samar a few times.

Because the Asara Guard had a bad reputation, both Samar and Wafa were dressed in tattered civilian clothes.

Upon seeing Samar's attire, the stall owner couldn't help but sigh.

"Young man, you can't spend blindly; you have to live within your means."

"If you can't afford the PKM general-purpose machine gun, you can buy something cheaper, right?"

"Since the purpose is just self-defense, you can buy a cheap gun and use the remaining money to buy yourself a decent set of clothes, or a helmet and armor."

Looking at Samar, who was about the same age as his deceased son, the boss couldn't help but start to offer advice.

He has seen too many young people engage in reckless spending.

Leaving aside Samar in front of him, today alone, he witnessed something that shattered his worldview.

Many people, as if possessed, took out loans to buy guns.

A fully upgraded high-level gun not only has good performance but also looks cool.

However, there is absolutely no need to take out a loan to buy it.

At that moment, in the boss's eyes, Samar was no different from those who took out loans to buy guns.

"Well, boss, to be honest with you, I don't use it myself."

"Look at my small frame, can I even handle this kind of gun?"

"I bought it as a gift."

Upon hearing this, the boss's expression changed slightly, as if he was unsure of what he had just heard.

"Give it away?"

He glanced at Samar's clothes again.

This young man, dressed in tattered clothes, is going to spend a whopping 80,000 Haff credits to buy a gun as a gift.

"Yes, I want to give it to my elders."

Because of his position, Samar did not dare to directly say the word "commander".

But it wasn't exactly a lie, since in their eyes, Said was definitely their elder.

It's just not about age.

Upon hearing that it was a gift for an elder, the boss looked at Samar with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

"Okay, in that case, I'll remove all the attachments from this gun."

"Seeing that you're not wealthy, yet so filial, you can take this gun for 50,000."

The boss smiled, picked up the PKM general-purpose machine gun, and began to disassemble its parts.

The look in his eyes as he looked at Samar made no attempt to hide his admiration for him.

Not far away, Wafa saw this scene and his eyes darted left and right.

He then quickly pulled another soldier aside and whispered in his ear:

"This old man seems to have a soft heart."

"In a moment, you'll pretend to be disabled and stay by my side. I'll play your older brother and ask him to buy you a bulletproof vest under the pretense of protecting you."

"He'll give us a discount, and then we'll resell it."

"The difference I made is enough to buy my superior a brand new Level 5 bulletproof vest."

After hearing what Wafa said, the soldier couldn't help but frown.

"This...this is a lie..."

"The commander said this is using kindness as bait!"

Wafa gave him a disgruntled look.

"What do you know? The officer is teaching us techniques."

"Now is the time to put it to use!"

After saying that, Wafa lifted his foot and prepared to walk towards the boss's stall.

"Come and take a look, please help out and do some good!!"

"Top-tier fully modified guns are being sold cheaply now. The family business fell through, the funds were frozen, and the remaining stock couldn't be sold. The old man was under too much pressure and committed suicide."

"My seriously ill mother urgently needs money for brain-computer interface surgery, everyone!!"

"I desperately need funds! Please help me!"

"These guns cost the same amount we bought them for, and we're selling them now for the same amount. We're not trying to make a profit, we're just trying to sell them quickly!"

"If you buy from us and have time to resell them, you can even make a profit from the price difference!"

Even if you're not in it for the money, just think of it as a way to relax and unwind!

Seeing Roy's face full of tears, kneeling on the ground and making begging gestures while sobbing, Liu Yan couldn't help but move aside.

At the same time, I couldn't help but whisper a word of advice:

"Dude, that's enough...no need to push yourself so hard..."

Roy, meanwhile, subtly waved his hand, signaling Liu Yan not to cause trouble.

He then continued begging with a mournful expression.

Since the sales slowed down, Roy gradually came up with this marketing strategy.

To be honest, since adopting this method, the speed at which firearms are sold has increased dramatically again.