394: Model gun

In less than three minutes, the area in front of Liu Yan and Roy's stall was packed solid.

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

"From the looks of it, it's fully kitted out, but in my experience, these guns are just models."

"Apart from looking flashy, they have no practical use; they're not as good as an MP5."

"These two kids don't seem to understand the rules here; they actually came here to sell model guns."

"So they're models, that scared me. But for just a damn model, they dare to ask for hundreds of thousands? Is this robbery?"

"In this market, the most expensive gun I've seen was only a little over three hundred thousand, and that was a legitimate, semi-modified M7."

The crowd stood in front of the stall, chattering away.

They all had one thing in common: they would only look, not buy.

Furthermore, many people in the back who were standing on tiptoes and craning their necks to get a look shook their heads and turned away after hearing they were model guns.

The customers originally drawn in by Roy's shouting disappeared in an instant.

Seeing this, Roy grew a bit anxious.

"Damn it, buddy, if you aren't buying, don't just spout nonsense!"

"What model gun? Take a look, is this a model?"

Click—click—

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

"Since when are models this realistic?"

As soon as he said this, the man who had just claimed the guns were models looked a bit embarrassed.

The models he had at home were definitely realistic.

After a moment of hesitation, the man spoke disdainfully:

"Look at what era we're in now; is it really that hard to make a 1:1 scale replica?"

"I won't say anything else."

"For this kind of gun, only a few Hafke Soldiers are equipped with them, right?"

"And you're just pulling out ten of them here to sell?"

"I'm doing this for your own good. You're new here and don't know the rules, right?"

"Selling fake guns is strictly prohibited here!"

Although he said he was doing it for their own good.

But when he mentioned fake guns, the man specifically emphasized his voice, as if afraid that others wouldn't hear him.

Liu Yan raised his head and glanced at him.

With that one look, Liu Yan realized that this person was the owner of the stall that had been selling the PSG-1 Marksman Rifle earlier.

These days, is there commercial warfare even when setting up a street stall to sell guns?

Liu Yan was speechless.

He couldn't be bothered to argue or quarrel with this person.

After all, he had promised to help Roy make money by selling guns, and causing trouble here would be bad for business.

Liu Yan casually took a few boxes of ammunition out of his pocket.

The moment they saw the bullets, many people frowned deeply.

Although these people were almost all ordinary people, not Hafke employees, nor were they GTI Operators.

But given the current turmoil, they were still quite knowledgeable about firearms and ammunition types.

With just one glance, they saw what was written on the bullet boxes:

761

AP

7.62 X54R SNB

"Tier 6 ammo?! How is that possible?"

"Buddy, be careful when you get old, or people will sell you health supplements."

"You don't even know this kind of showing-off tactic?"

"I used to often ask others for an expensive cigarette case and then put cheap cigarettes inside."

"His method is similar; who knows what's actually inside."

"...I guess I'm too trusting of others."

The man from earlier looked a bit ashamed.

"Now that you mention it, that makes sense. Even Hafke can only produce Tier 6 bullets in limited quantities."

Hearing that others were also questioning Liu Yan and Roy.

The man from before felt gratified and immediately scoffed.

"You guys are still too young. I said, if you had brought some other models, people might have actually believed you."

"You bring out a fully modified gun and Tier 6 ammo; do you have any idea what that implies?"

Liu Yan shook his head.

"I don't know much about bullet types; I just grabbed these randomly."

While speaking, Liu Yan went about loading M61 bullets one by one into the m14 marksman rifle.

"Anyway, it's just to verify if the gun is real, so what kind of bullet I use doesn't matter, right?"

Click—

After loading the bullets, Liu Yan attached the drum magazine to the m14 marksman rifle and then cycled the bolt.

Click—

This action caused those who were originally skeptical about the authenticity of the firearms to waver a little.

The reason they didn't believe these guns were real.

Was because they were too expensive.

Not to mention Liu Yan's gun, just take the PSG-1 with a scope and silencer that was just mentioned—200,000 haf coins.

In this market, that was already one of the most expensive guns.

Then there was that set of Tier 4 ballistic helmet and armor.

Yet even then, a gun plus a set of Tier 4 helmet and armor wasn't as valuable as a single gun from Liu Yan's side.

Not to mention the Tier 6 bullets that none of them had ever seen before.

After finishing everything, Liu Yan slowly aimed the muzzle at the man from earlier and smiled.

Feeling the cold muzzle aimed at him, the man subconsciously dodged to the side.

Seeing this, Liu Yan raised an eyebrow in feigned confusion.

"Huh, what are you afraid of? It's just a model."

The man also felt that his reaction was a bit shameful and stopped dodging.

Then he looked at Liu Yan with displeasure, his tone sounding somewhat preachy:

"Hmph, kid, do you have any damn idea that you shouldn't point a gun barrel at people?"

"Even if it's a model, you can't! That's the rule!"

Liu Yan nodded thoughtfully.

"But if I don't shoot you, how can I prove my gun is real?"

"If I fire into the sky or somewhere else, you'll still say it's a blank, or that it lacks real combat power and is just for show."

Hearing this, the man's expression turned ugly.

Liu Yan had said everything he was about to say in one breath.

"It's fine. Anyway, his is just a model gun. Worst case, you turn around and let him shoot you in the butt."

"Right, let's see if it's a model or a real gun. If it's real, I'll take out a loan to buy it right now."

"Buddy, are you really going to buy it? This gun is almost a million; just watch the show."

"No, no, no, you're wrong. He said he's only selling it for 800,000, and there's a profit margin of nearly 200,000 in the middle."

"Opportunities like this don't come often, of course, provided it's real."

As he spoke, the person looked at Liu Yan and the man with anticipation.

For a moment, the once-authoritative man became the target of public criticism.

"You guys just want to see chaos, don't you?"

"What if the one in his hand is real..."

Halfway through his sentence, the man's throat seemed to get stuck.

He had originally wanted to say, "What if the one in his hand is real?"

But wouldn't that just contradict his previous statement?

But, what if it really was real...

Bang——————!!

Just as he was hesitating, a bullet flew past his face, grazing it.

In front of the previously noisy stall, after that shot.

There was nothing left but dead silence.