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

Equipment Trading Market.

“Wafa, is it really okay for us to sneak out like this?”

“If the officer finds out, we’ll probably get physical punishment…”

An Asala Soldiers looked at Wafa with a worried expression.

The latter waved his hand casually.

“What’s there to be afraid of? I’ve already told the Brothers. If the officer looks for us, they’ll tell him we went to the restroom.”

After hearing Wafa’s reassurance, the worried look on the Soldiers’s face deepened.

“If I went out by myself and said I went to the restroom, the officer might believe it.”

“But if you say you went to the restroom, how could the officer possibly believe it?”

“And not to mention anyone else, Samar has always been at odds with you. If he finds something to use against you, he’ll definitely go to the officer and tell on you.”

Hearing Samar’s name, Wafa pouted.

In the barracks, Samar had always been at odds with him.

It was as if they were naturally opposed; no matter what he did, Samar would always contradict him.

And every time Samar was lectured by the officer, he would always bring him up.

“Then we’ll just say that Samar asked us to come out and buy something for him.”

“Even though the officer doesn’t trust me, he knows about Samar’s relationship with me.”

“Samar asking me to come out, and then secretly telling the officer to frame me, is very reasonable. The officer will understand.”

After Wafa finished speaking, another Soldiers shook his head helplessly.

“You really just make up lies on the spot.”

“Forget it, since we’re already here, let’s look around.”

“Don’t lose the money the other Brothers pooled together.”

In response to the reminder, Wafa nodded solemnly. After taking off his backpack, he checked the haf coins cash inside.

“Don’t worry, not a single cent is missing.”

“It’s just that this money probably isn’t enough to buy a brand new Level 5 bulletproof vest.”

“At that time, we’ll only be able to buy a nearly new or worn one, which the officer should still quite like.”

Another Soldiers nodded.

“Alright, let’s go pick one first. This is a famous flea market, maybe we can find a bargain.”

“Actually, I’ve already picked out something very suitable for the officer, but I don’t know if it will be sold here.”

Wafa glanced at the surrounding stalls.

At a glance, most of the bulletproof vests being sold were Level 2 to Level 3.

Only one stall was selling Level 4 bulletproof vests.

“The officer’s fighting style is more suited for lighter armor.”

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

“It’s lightweight and flexible enough. Although its defense is a bit lacking, its mobility, combined with the officer’s movements, is enough to compensate for this shortcoming.”

After hearing this, another Soldiers couldn't help but size up Wafa.

“Not bad, no wonder you lie every day and the officer is still so good to you.”

“So you’re really good at internal competition, doing all this homework.”

After speaking, the Soldiers looked at Wafa somewhat awkwardly and nudged him with his shoulder.

“By the way, your phone… Can I borrow it to play for a couple of days later? I haven’t played with one yet.”

“I see you can watch live streams and play games…”

Wafa decisively shook his head.

“No way.”

“Do you know how much effort I put in to snatch this from a Hafke Soldier?”

“Later, when you get a chance, go snatch one too. They usually keep them in their right pocket.”

“Then you can go pester the officer to buy you a charger, and that’s it.”

After being rejected, the Soldiers nodded disappointedly, secretly vowing in his heart.

He would also get a phone to play with later.

In the entire barracks, only a few people had phones. During breaks, a group of people would gather around to watch them play.

“Boss, can this pkm general purpose machine gun be a bit cheaper? 170,000 is a bit too expensive.”

“I don’t have that much money, only a little over 80,000, or can you remove all the accessories and sell it barebones?”

Suddenly, a familiar voice entered Wafa’s and the other Soldiers’s ears.

The two looked in the direction of the voice, and when they clearly saw the person’s appearance, their pupils couldn't help but dilate.

“Samar? Why is he here too?”

“I don’t know, but from the looks of him, he’s here to buy a gun.”

“It’s just a pkm general purpose machine gun, can he afford it?”

In front of the stall, the boss, who looked close to 60 years old, sighed and looked at Samar a few times.

Because Asara Guard’s reputation outside was not good, both Samar and Wafa were wearing tattered plain clothes.

Seeing Samar’s attire, the stall owner couldn't help but sigh.

“Young man, don’t consume blindly, you need to act within your means.”

“If you can’t afford a pkm general purpose machine gun, you can buy something cheaper, right?”

“Anyway, the purpose is just for self-defense. If you buy a cheap gun, the leftover money can be used to buy yourself decent clothes, or a helmet and armor or something.”

Looking at Samar, who was about the same age as his deceased son, the boss naturally couldn't help but start advising him.

He had seen too many young people consume blindly.

Not to mention Samar in front of him, just today, he had witnessed something that shattered his worldview.

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

Fully modified high-end guns, although they performed well and looked cool.

But buying them on loan was completely unnecessary.

At this moment, in the boss’s eyes, Samar was no different from those who bought guns on loan.

“Sigh, boss, to be honest with you, I’m not using it myself.”

“Look at my small frame, can I use this kind of gun?”

“I’m buying it as a gift for someone.”

Upon hearing this, the boss’s eyes changed slightly, somewhat unsure of what he had just heard.

“A gift for someone?”

He looked at Samar’s attire again.

This shabbily dressed young man was going to spend a full eighty thousand haf coins to buy a gun as a gift for someone?

“Yes, I’m giving it to my… elder.”

Due to his identity, Samar did not dare to directly say the word “officer.”

But it wasn't exactly a lie, after all, in their eyes, Sayyid could definitely be considered their elder.

Just not in terms of age.

Hearing that it was for an elder, the boss’s eyes showed a hint of admiration as he looked at Samar.

“Alright, in that case, I’ll remove all the accessories from this gun.”

“Seeing that you’re not well-off, and yet so filial, you can take this gun for fifty thousand.”

The boss smiled, picked up the pkm general purpose machine gun, and began to dismantle the accessories on it.

The admiration in his eyes towards Samar was not hidden at all.

Not far away, Wafa, seeing this scene, rolled his eyes left and right.

Then he quickly pulled another Soldiers over and whispered in his ear:

“This old man seems soft-hearted.”

“Later, you pretend to be disabled and stand next to me. I’ll play your older Brother, and on the pretext of buying you something for self-defense, I’ll ask him to buy a bulletproof vest.”

“He’ll give us a discount, and we’ll sell it later.”

“The profit we make will be enough to buy the officer a brand new Level 5 bulletproof vest.”

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

“This… isn’t this lying to people…”

“The officer said this is using kindness as bait!”

Wafa gave him an annoyed glance.

“What do you know? The officer is teaching us a skill.”

“Now is the time to use it!”

After speaking, Wafa raised his foot and prepared to walk towards the boss’s stall.

“Come and take a look, show some kindness, please help out!!”

“Top-tier fully modified guns are selling cheap now. My family business went bankrupt, funds are frozen, and the remaining stock can’t be sold. My old man committed suicide due to too much pressure.”

“My critically ill mother urgently needs money for brain-machine interface surgery, everyone!!”

“Urgently need capital turnover, everyone! Please help!”

“These guns are being sold for the same price they were bought, not to make a profit, just to sell them quickly!”

“If you buy from us and have time to sell them slowly, you can even make a profit!”

“Even if you don’t care about making money, just consider it an act of kindness!”

Seeing Roy’s tear-filled face, kneeling on the ground constantly begging, and crying bitterly, Liu Yan couldn't help but hide to the side.

At the same time, he couldn't help but quietly advise:

“Brother, that’s enough… You don’t have to go this far…”

But Roy subtly waved his hand, signaling Liu Yan not to interfere.

Then he continued to cry and beg.

Ever since the selling speed slowed down just now, Roy gradually thought of this marketing tactic.

It must be said that ever since he started using such methods, the speed of gun sales had become rapid again.

Not far away, Wafa, who was about to go and trick the old man, heard Roy’s shouts and couldn't help but stop.

Looking up, many people were standing in front of the pink picnic mat stall, holding their phones and performing some mysterious ritual.

Judging by this scene, it seemed like there really was a profit to be made.

Otherwise, there would definitely not be so many people taking out loans to buy guns there.

Immediately after.

He looked at the boss who had just sold Samar a gun.

If he had a choice, it would naturally be better not to deceive people.

“Go, why aren’t you moving? Damn it, it’s really tiring for me to maintain this pose.”

Seeing Wafa stop, the Soldiers’s face showed dissatisfaction.

At this moment, he was maintaining the action of six with his left hand, seven with his right hand, drawing a circle with his left foot, and kicking with his right foot.

And his mouth was also trying its best to twist, with one eye rolling upwards.

Wafa couldn't help but frown the moment he saw this pose.

“Harris, you… are very talented.”

“Change back to your original appearance. We’re not going to the old man’s place anymore, let’s go look over there.”

Wafa raised his hand and pointed to the pink picnic mat stall surrounded by the crowd.

“Not tricking the old man anymore?” Harris looked at Wafa suspiciously, then returned to a normal person’s posture.

At the same time, he didn't forget to move his somewhat sore facial muscles.

“Let’s go over there and see if there’s a chance to make a profit.”