Ever since he went to the black market and killed two people last time, Wang Jianjun's fame has spread.

Although he doesn't have a good reputation, everyone in the black market knows that there is a man wearing a mask, sunglasses and a big felt hat who you should never mess with.

No one would even pretend to be him.

After all, no one except a blind person would wear sunglasses when going out late at night.

So every time Wang Jianjun came to the black market, the sentry at the door didn't dare to say a word and just stepped aside to let him in.

After entering the black market, Wang Jianjun went to the stall selling weapons as usual to take a look.

The gun vendor seemed to already know what Wang Jianjun had done and said speechlessly:

"Dude, are you buying guns or bullets this time?"

"I want bullets, and I want a gun, too."

The stall owner really couldn't understand why you bought a gun when you have this skill.

But I don't think too much when I have business to do.

He took out a bag of bullets from his pocket and handed it over, saying:

"One thousand rounds. I don't have any in stock. You'll have to wait until next year."

"Where's the gun?"

The man took out a bag from behind and whispered:

"This gun is very troublesome, so don't show it."

Wang Jianjun opened the bag a little, took a look and almost exclaimed "Oh my God!"

"You actually got this thing?"

"You're the one who keeps asking me for it."

"Just one handful?"

"How many more do you want?"

Wang Jianjun thought for a moment and said:

"If you have any, how about seven or eight?"

The stall owner looked at Wang Jianjun speechlessly:

"Dude, it took me a lot of effort to get this one. It's good enough. I'll have to hide for the next few months after I finish this business with you."