Chapter 1,698 Vegas Says Hello to You

"I want this, and two 98Ks. Don't mess with me with those rags. Also, can you get T161E3?" Hank asked wisely.

"Are you kidding me?" the bearded man wearing a straw hat said angrily: "If you can get that thing, I'm willing to pay any price."

T161E3, a new generation of general-purpose machine gun that only exists in legends.

Big Beard has heard of this code name, but no one knows whether it is real or not.

After all, there is no equipment even in the army. He actually asked if there is any here?

If it weren't for the fact that the other party spent a lot of money to buy enough weapons, he would have been kicked out.

"Then, I want two M1919A4s, brand new ones." Hank smiled and did not answer.

"Eighty percent new. If it's brand new, you have to rob the arsenal." The other party said with a beard and a glare.

The offer was generous, but what he wanted was too tricky and demanding, making him a difficult customer to serve.

After all the weapons were loaded into the car, Hank quickly paid the balance and drove away.

"If we can get T161E3, this mission will be much easier." Hank thought with some regret.

Of course T161E3 exists. Although he has not seen it with his own eyes, he has heard all the data.

It's a pity that the thing was kept too tightly, and only a few experimental models were stored in Los Angeles, otherwise he wouldn't want to try his luck.

"Now, it's time to find our respected Mr. Ya Lei." Reversing the direction, the engine let out a painful groan and drove quickly into the distance.

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Hamilton, a slum area on the east side of the city, has complicated traffic and various forces entrenched here.

A seemingly inconspicuous country bar is also located here. It is the headquarters of the Columbus Brothers and a place for entertainment.

Here is the city's largest underground black boxing match, which is one of the Columbus brothers' cash cows and their favorite violent sport.

Today, the entire club was emptied, and two brothers, Glenn Columbus and Hunter Columbus, were sitting in a private room drinking wine.

Hunter held a cigar in his mouth and kept chewing it, as if he was eating a chocolate bar. The cut tobacco was mixed with saliva and exuded a bitter taste, but he enjoyed it particularly.

"Glen, they're here." A man with eyes and a gentle appearance walked in.

"Well, invite them in." Glenn said.

"Why don't you just kill them." Hunter spat viciously on the ground. The saliva mixed with tobacco looked extremely disgusting.

Glenn frowned in displeasure, and one of his men immediately took the things and cleaned them up, and then said to his brother: "Shut up, Hunter, I'm in charge here."

The hand holding the cigar trembled, and Hunter bit it down again, leaving only half of the cigar in his mouth, chewing and biting.

There were footsteps behind him, and Glenn stood up from the sofa, turned around and saw three men following his men.

The leaders of the Carlos Group, the Yarehui and Seth Bass, they gave themselves enough respect and respect.

Of course, Glenn also believes that his club has been surrounded by countless suitors to ensure their safety.

“Welcome to Hamilton.

"Glenn took the initiative to step forward, stretched out his hand and smiled: "I am Glenn Jacobs, and this is my younger brother, Hunter Jacobs. "

"Carlos." Carlos said.

"Ale." Ale said.

When Seth Bass stood in front of the other party, he stared at the other party with his tall body, indifferent expression, and lowered eyes, as if full of malice.

Hunter, who was sitting in the back, threw away his cigar, stood up suddenly and walked towards him.

When he passed by Glenn, he stopped him with his hand on his chest.

"What's your problem?" Hunter asked with a fierce look on his face.

Seth Bass glanced at him indifferently, then turned his gaze back to Glenn and said, "It's nothing, I just want to see clearly."

Hunter took a step forward, raised his head and raised his chin and said, "What now? Is it clear enough?"

"Haha, Seth Bass has some vision problems. I think he can see clearly enough." Carlos smiled and pulled Seth Bass back to his seat.

Glenn also used his eyes to signal Hunter to go back. Although the other party's behavior was a bit rude and made him feel uncomfortable, now was not the time to fall out.

The two parties sat down again, and Carlos immediately took the initiative to speak: "Mr. Glenn, we have all heard about the strength of the Columbus Brothers.

I believe you should also know what the three of us represent. This meeting represents the interests of both parties. If we can reach an agreement, the entire market will change. "

"Carlos." Glenn smiled, tilted his head and asked, "Can I ask why you want to open a new transportation line?"

After the three looked at each other, Carlos seemed to have received some approval and said: "We need strong partners, not a little girl who is controlled by others.

I think you and your brother are aware of something. Although she has facilitated a new trading network, she is no longer powerful enough to control it. "

"Besides, the force she represents is resistant to drugs. Internal chaos will always bring a lot of trouble. We need new collaborators."

What the other party said was true, and Glenn felt their sincerity - but it wasn't enough.

Since the other party wants to use their power, they have to pay a higher price because they are more powerful, united, and greedy than Ariel.

Now, transportation lines on the West Coast and Midwest have been cut off, and we don’t know how long this situation will last.

And if they want to continue doing business, they can only rely on the strength and influence of their brothers.

Unless they were willing to use the primitive transportation methods of the past, they would have to listen to the Jacob Brothers to get through Texas.

"We can eat all the goods, but I only pay half of the price." As soon as Glenn finished speaking, Ya Lei stood up almost jumping.

"There's nothing to talk about." Ya Lei said and was about to leave.

A gun was placed on his forehead, and the bodyguard who followed Ya Lei and others immediately took out his gun, and the relaxed scene was about to break out.

At this moment, Hunter threw away his cigar, stepped forward and grabbed the pistol pointed at Alley's head, bang——

The man who had just pointed the gun at Ya Lei fell to the ground, blood pouring out from the hole in his head.

"Why don't you drag him away? Do you want me to do it myself?" Hunter kicked the corpse with his foot, raised his hand and shot the corpse twice in the head.

When you're done with this, put the gun away from your belt.

Hunter spread his hands expressionlessly and said to the surroundings, "Look, it's okay."

A smile suddenly appeared on Ya Lei's cold face, and he laughed and said: "Haha, I like you, Hunter - we should have a drink."

"That's right, we should have a drink, come on!" The two lunatics walked to the bar arm in arm, with Carlos's eyes still filled with fear and helplessness.

I have long heard that Glenn is the brains of the gang and Hunter is his mad dog. The combination of the two is a combination of brains and strength. Now it seems that the rumors are true.