City's Appreciation Eye

Chapter 207 Buying a Gun
"Ahem, take a shower first, I'll go down and take a stroll."

Bai Hao wisely put his bag on his back and turned around to leave the door of the hotel room. Only then did Pala let out a light breath, biting his lip and ran to the bathroom to take a bath.

The bathtub in the bathroom is big and clean, and the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror reflects her proud figure. The beauty of the girl is thin and tall, with the softness of Yang Liuyiyi, and the unshakable rigidity in the different-colored pupils.

She got into the hot water and breathed out comfortably. Everything around her was too dreamy. The bathroom here was bigger than her original house. She leaned comfortably on the edge of the bathtub, crying Can't help shedding.

Bai Hao on the other side calmly found the hotel lobby manager, who nodded respectfully to him.

"Sir, please follow me, the store area is on the other side."

Bai Hao followed and walked through a retro corridor. The two stopped in front of a heavy gate. The gilding pattern on the gate was low-key and extraordinary.

After the manager passed the fingerprint lock, the door slowly opened. The door was a huge exhibition hall. The manager clapped his hands slightly, and all the lights in the room were turned on, shining it like daylight.

In the display cabinets, there are guns and ammunition, pistols, rifles, submachine guns, everything that one expects to find, and there is even a "Barrett" sniper rifle that is said to be equal to a gun.

The metal casing is tough and smooth, and the whole body is black. The diameter of the black muzzle makes people shudder. This is a weapon for killing life in the world. The tongue of flame can make you go to God smoothly within a second.

"Barrett's M82A1 sniper rifle is a classic of Barrett's beautiful country. The normal shooting distance is around 900 meters, and it can even reach 1600 meters. As for the accuracy, as long as you can hit the upper body, basically he already before God."

The manager talked eloquently and evaluated these deadly weapons with a smile. His tone was humorous and not stiff at all.

After Bai Hao looked around, he smiled bitterly and said, "Choose a nice-looking pistol for me. I want to give it as a gift."

The manager squinted his eyes and smiled, "Excuse me, dear guest, do you want to give it to a girl? Or a man? What kind of age is it, and what kind of person is it?"

Bai Hao was startled, is there any fucking difference?
"A 15-year-old girl, she... is pitiful and strong. That's it. I'm sorry to ask, does this have anything to do with gun selection?"

The manager showed a coquettish expression of 'you don't understand, baby'.

"You don't know this. A gun is powerful, and it also represents life and death. It is a knowledge to give a gun to someone. For example, a reserved guest like you is more suitable for a Colt pistol. It is accurate and powerful, and a tough guy. Full of flavor."

"At the same time, the story of the gun itself is extremely important when choosing a gun. In fact, it contains many unknown vicissitudes of the past, which are also very touching."

When it comes to this aspect, the manager seems to be a different person, immersed in his own world, as if he can communicate with the gun.

Bai Hao was also happy to learn more, so he didn't interrupt him. One of the reasons was that he was also interested in these things. Which boy didn't grow up with a toy gun?

Adventure and conquest are an indelible part of a man's genes.

"Then help me choose what kind of gun to give her."

Bai Hao is a layman, so he naturally doesn't understand these twists and turns, so he simply asked him to take a look.

"Please trust me."

The manager regained his composure, bowed slightly, walked to the pistol counter, glanced at it, and caught a glimpse of a beautiful rose gold pistol.

"Its name is Princess. It used to be one of the coming-of-age rites for a certain royal princess, but after the dynasty collapsed, this pistol was also exposed to the people. The rose gold engraving on the surface is unique in the market now, and it only sells for 100 million US dollars."

The manager smiled brightly, which was quite in line with the aesthetics of a girl.

However, Bai Hao rolled his eyes. Putting this pistol in front of Palla would probably be disgusted to death. Although she didn't say anything, the ridicule in her heart might be full of ridicule.

"It's too coquettish, don't, change it."

"Well, good taste has always been what we like."

In this way, the manager introduced Bai Hao along the way. Bai Hao was also surprised by the manager's patience. He didn't get impatient or urging him for a whole hour, which made Bai Hao secretly pay attention to the boss behind the hotel. What kind of person?
In the end, Bai Hao caught a glimpse of a silver revolver in the corner, with a line of English engraved on it:
"Either die, or be reborn from Nirvana."

The guns are big and long, and the temperament is as sharp as the North Star, but it is low-key but exudes a strong killing intent, like a silver rose.

"That's it."

The manager slapped his forehead and praised: "You really have vision. The name of this gun is: Bi An. The former owner was a murderous maniac. This gun has also left a great reputation in history."

"You've said so much, shouldn't it be made up to cheat money?"

Bai Hao teased with a half-smile.

The manager shook his head solemnly: "I will not do such a thing that goes against professional ethics. This gun costs 120 million US dollars."

In this hotel, everything is several times more expensive than outside, but there is no way, who can let people get such good things?
In addition to this 'The Other Shore', Bai Hao also equipped himself with two enhanced versions of the Desert Eagle and a heavy-duty Barrett, which cost a total of 500 million US dollars.

This is not being slaughtered, but being killed as a fool through and through.

The manager squinted his eyes and asked, "Aren't you surprised why the prices here are so expensive? Of course, I'm also surprised that you don't seem to care much about all this?"

Bai Hao stroked his chin and smiled, "Because I have a bold guess. The more I spend in your hotel, the more things I can enjoy. Of course, this is just a guess."

The manager was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed from the bottom of his heart.

"You guessed it right. From now on, you are a silver member of our hotel, enjoying intelligence support and a certain degree of protection by force. This is your membership card, please take it well, respect, member No. 316."

With that said, the manager bowed deeply to Bai Hao, and then someone took Bai Hao back to the hotel room.

When Bai Hao returned to the room, he was still thinking about the benefactor behind the hotel, when a delicate and beautiful girl walked out of the bathroom, with a charming figure.

(End of this chapter)