Alien Arms Empire

Chapter 72 72 Good

When Tang Mo walked across the slender springboard and arrived on the deck of this huge sail-armed merchant ship, a group of elves in decent clothes had already set up a dining table on the deck and placed a lot of good food.

Facing the sea breeze, the white tablecloth rippled slightly. Under the lotus-like sections of canvas rolled up by the huge yellow sail, a handsome elf was looking at him with a smile and a wine glass.

 Who in this world is not a beauty-conscious person? When he saw Tang Mo's handsome and young face, John's mood was somewhat better than before by 2 points - roughly the score of a fill-in-the-blank question.

"Hello! My name is Tang Mo, and I am the owner of a company on the outskirts of Bunas City." Although the two armed followers were not allowed to board the ship, Weiss was allowed to follow.

　　After all, these days everyone is still trying to save face, so bringing a bodyguard is actually not a taboo thing.

Tang Mo said a new word as soon as they met, which made John a little confused. The elf captain standing next to John also repeated with an unhappy expression: "Enterprise?"

"Hmm, a company. In other words, you can think of it as a very large workshop." Tang Mo was in a very relaxed state, because this negotiation state was one of the states he was most familiar with.

At this time, he is like a **** who has opened up his own domain. In this domain, he is everything, and he is an invincible existence.

 At this time, he was not talking nonsense, but was showing his strength to the other party, subconsciously raising the other party's recognition of Tang Mo's enterprise.

Unconsciously, the other party will think they are smart and deny part of Tang Mo's description, but at the same time accept another part of Tang Mo's description.

"Hahaha! Workshop? With all due respect, anything bigger than a workshop is just a workshop." As expected, the captain standing next to John gave Tang Mo a disdainful reply at this time.

Tang Mo didn’t tell the difference, because his purpose had been achieved. As long as the other party does not question the production capacity of his workshop, this paves the way for subsequent negotiations.

 So, Tang Mo immediately accepted the offer and admitted, "Well, if you are willing, I will be the boss of Datang Workshop."

“So, tell me, what good things do you want to sell me when you come here?” John didn’t want to be led by Tang Mo, so he asked directly.

"Uh...actually, it's a rifle. A new rifle, a better rifle than the Cyric flintlock." Tang Mo didn't hold back and directly explained his purpose.

"What did you say?" After hearing Tang Mo's words, the elf captain standing there leaned forward and shouted in disbelief.

"Are you kidding?" John glanced at the captain beside him to help him regain his composure, then turned to look at Tang Mo and asked.

"I'm not kidding! Sir, I'm not kidding! I do have a design for a new rifle, and I have a physical display." Tang Mo answered John's question seriously.

“…” John was silent because he already believed what Tang Mo said. Because they were interviewing this time, Tang Mo also said that he had something to show. So, you will know if it is true or not, just try it.

This kind of lie can't be sustained for long, so there is no need for Tang Mo to lie. In this case, 90% of what Tang Mo said was true.

Now, it's John's turn to be at a loss - because if this thing is true, what should he do?

So he could only speak while thinking about countermeasures: "Mr. Tang Mo, I know your purpose of coming here. With all due respect, you said you have a brand new weapon in your hand. I can verify it at any time... So, I I think what you said is true.”

He paused at this point and continued: "However, I still can't imagine why you developed a new weapon but..."

"But sold it to you elves?" Tang Mo took over the conversation and spread his hands innocently.

He really misses the days when he had cigarettes. If he had, he could flick the ashes naturally at this time, blow out a puff of smoke in a pretentious manner, and hold the B bar mysteriously, showing off his superior demeanor.

But unfortunately, tobacco is not that popular in this world, so he can only stand there honestly, like a high school student.

John nodded and acknowledged Tang Mo's statement: "Yes, although I don't want to admit it, I have to remind you that in fact, the relationship between elves and humans is not very good in the world."

"It doesn't matter... I am an arms dealer, and the elves' gold coins are also gold coins, aren't they?" Tang Mo blurted out naturally.

But in fact, he cut out a lot of content in this paragraph. In fact, what he was thinking was: the gold coins of elves are also gold coins, the gold coins of orcs are also gold coins, and the gold coins of humans are naturally gold coins. There is no difference between them, right? ?

John cast a sidelong glance at the captain standing next to him. The elf captain immediately spoke to the sailors standing behind Tang Mo and Weiss and said, "Come here, let the two men he brought in! I want to see it." Look, what kind of advanced weapon is the new rifle you mentioned?"

"I didn't even drink water on the way here... Do you... mind?" Tang Mo glanced at the sailor who was leaving, and then, under the unkind eyes of the other sailors, he walked to the table, stretched out his hand, and pointed at the water on the table. Ale asked. "Whatever! Mr. Tang Mo! As long as everything you say is true, I can get you better wine and more gold coins." John pointed to the bottle of ale nonchalantly, indicating that Tang Mo could take them all. .

Tang Mo smiled and uncorked the wine bottle and poured himself a glass, as naturally and casually as if he had arrived at his own home.

His actions caught John's eye, and for a moment the elf noble had the illusion that he was facing his father.

 Slip-on-hand, imposing, full of nobility, like an abyss... These strange temperaments were so oddly combined in an eighteen-year-old young man, which made John feel weird.

This kind of invisible pressure made him feel very unnatural. Fortunately, just when he was a little irritable, Loew led people onto the deck and placed a wooden box in his hand on another table.

 The two elves stepped forward and opened the wooden box. After seeing the guns and ammunition inside, they took a few steps back and made way for Tang Mo.

Tang Mo didn't mind either, put down his wine glass, walked over, and took out the K1 fast gun from the box: "Then, please allow me to solemnly introduce to you... Tang's K1 fast gun! Bixirik Fire Guns are better weapons!”

 He pulled the bolt, took out a bullet from the box, stuffed it into the chamber, closed the bolt, and completed the entire loading action.

Immediately afterwards, he handed the rifle to the elf standing beside him, indicating that he could use this weapon for experimental shooting.

The captain took the rifle from Tang Mo's hand. Of course he had played with rifles before, so he easily knew how this thing operated.

Although he doesn’t quite understand the loading process, he knows where the trigger is, where the sight is, and where the muzzle is.

 So, after taking over the weapon, he picked up the K1 gun, aimed at the seagulls flying on the sea in the distance, and pulled the trigger in his hand.

"Bang!" A sudden gunshot echoed on the sea, and the seagull fell down, smashed into the sea water, and made a small splash.

Tang Mo looked at the stunned elves, then stretched out his hand and made a begging gesture. The leading elf captain subconsciously handed the weapon in his hand back to Tang Mo.

Tang Mo took his needle gun, opened the bolt, and simply cleaned up the fragments left after the paper-cased fixed-loading bullet was fired and burned.

 Then, he naturally took out a new bullet from the wooden box containing the gun, reloaded it, and closed the bolt again.

"You see, there is no need for cumbersome loading, and there is no longer an exposed beak and flintlock structure. The gun has become safer, more convenient and faster..." Tang Mo was like an advertising salesman, under the guidance of a group of elves. Selling his own weapons in front of him.

  He handed the reloaded rifle horizontally to the leader Elf John: "How about it? Do you want to try this brand-new weapon?"

John subconsciously stretched out his hand and took the K1 flintlock gun from Tang Mo. He was shocked and made a posture ready to shoot.

His status in his own country is not low. Being able to bring out such a large fleet at one time shows that he does have real abilities.

 He ​​is well-informed, and he still doesn’t know that there are actually more advanced weapons in the world. The advanced ones make his hair stand on end.

Although the elves are powerful, in more distant places, the elves are also conflicting with the orcs. Both sides are testing, and both are afraid of the other side's powerful army.

 Obviously, what is placed in front of John is likely to be a heaven-defying treasure that changes the balance of war power. The importance of this thing may be much more important than a golden mountain.

 Theoretically speaking, this is no longer something that he can or should handle, but currently he is probably the one with the highest level here.

 So, even though his hands were shaking slightly, he still suppressed his movement and pointed the gun at the distant sea.

He pulled the trigger, and of course, he heard a gunshot. There was recoil from the gun butt, which made his shoulders feel a little sore.

However, he still laughed, and the sound of laughter was still clear on the seaside where the waves were lapping the embankment: "Hahahahahaha! Okay! Okay! Okay! How much does this thing cost?"

 (End of this chapter)