Pigeon, with a fine gun in his hands, couldn't pay attention to his boss's jesting. Clasping the finely made MK20, he caressed the gun's sharply defined body and said, "Boss, this gun was just equipped by the US Special Forces the year before last...
How did you get your hands on something like this?"
Mountain Eagle waved his hand indifferently and said, "These guns have their cheap and expensive ones; for many people, buying guns is a difficult task.
But for the violent institutions under a country, they are the clients that all the major gun factories in the world want to win over.
Not only do they sell, but the first batch has to be meticulously selected high-quality goods, and they have to come with a discount."
Speaking of which, Mountain Eagle looked at Tessa, who was helping to unpack handgun cases on the side, and said with a smile, "If you don't believe it, you can ask Miss Tessa. She never finds anything special about these things."
