Occupational challenge: Let you challenge, not let you die!

Chapter 18 God-Level Magician!God-level camouflage!

The three went to the so-called black market in the east together.

On the way, Su Chen glanced at his shock value.

At this time, it reached 101 million!
In such a short period of time, his shock value increased by 12!
Su Chen thought about it.

"Extract expertise!"

【Ding! 】

[Congratulations on getting the Specialty: Magic Hand (God Level)]

The moment Su Chen got this specialty, he felt that his hands were much more dexterous, and there were many strange skills in his mind.

It's all handwork.

Su Chen remained calm and drew again.

【Ding! 】

[Congratulations on getting the Specialty: Disguise (God Level)]

The shock value of 20 was just spent.

Two specialties that had nothing to do with shooting were mastered by Su Chen.

Just when Su Chen was unwilling to continue smoking.

The three have arrived at the location of the black market.

Looking at the [-]% intact building in front of them, several people looked at each other.

In front of the gray and white bungalow, the door was locked, and some red things were painted on the walls, and there was a faint smell of blood.

The top of the bungalow is a black mark from the bomb.

Zhao Rulong took out the pure white garlic clove from the snail girl's shell, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and the juice overflowed.

A smell of garlic mixed with the smell of seafood wafted out.

Lin Yuran frowned, and immediately took a step back.

Su Chen reacted quickly and walked away from him early.

Zhao Rulong smiled bitterly: "No way, this is a disadvantage, but the effect is also very good!"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Rulong knocked on the door of the bungalow.

There was a knock on the metal door.

"Dong dong dong..."

After a few sounds, there was a sound of footsteps inside.

Then, a crack was opened in the center of the metal door, and a pair of men's eyes poked out from it.

"who?"

"Buying something!" Zhao Rulong said, leaning half of his body against the door.

The Syrian man smelled the scent, his eyes were red and he cursed.

The baffle in the center of the door was also lowered.

Zhao Rulong: "..."

Su Chen said lightly: "I'm curious how you got the information that the grain truck was bombed..."

Lin Yuran nodded approvingly.

"Don't pay attention to those details!"

Zhao Rulong took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled out one, and knocked on the door again.

The baffle was opened, a new pair of eyes appeared, and seeing the smoke in front of them, laughter came from inside the door.

Passing the cigarette in, Zhao Rulong pretended to be handsome and said: "Let's go! It's done!"

Su Chen's expression was calm, while Lin Yuran's sharp eyes noticed that there was something wrong with the cigarette he handed over.

"what is that?"

Zhao Rulong took out a cigarette and showed it to the two of them.

Su Chen immediately saw that the smoke was different from ordinary smoke, it was mixed with gray particles.

"Is there dama in it? Or something else?" Su Chen asked.

Zhao Rulong nodded, looking surprised like how do you know.

"That's right, there's dama in it. Cigarettes with dama can make people calmer. The quantity is not much, but it's very expensive!"

Zhao Rulong put it back in his pocket after showing it.

The audience in the live broadcast room felt their scalps go numb.

"This? Is this true?"

[Reporter Xiaosa]: "Yes, cigarettes in war zones contain darama, which can make people calmer and relieve the pain of wounds after smoking."

After getting the explanation, everyone in the live broadcast room was stunned.

Then a weak barrage flashed across.

"Why... Brother Su knows this?"

No one pays attention to him.

The metal door was opened.

A man wearing burgundy half-sleeves and yellow trousers stepped out of the room, holding the cigarette just now in his hand, and dirty toilet paper was exposed from the opening of his trousers.

He showed a mouth full of stained yellow teeth and smiled to several people: "Come in!"

After getting out of the way, several people entered the house.

"What are you going to buy? Cigarettes?"

"Guns? Food?"

Then, the man raised his eyebrows, showing an expression that men can understand: "Or women?"

After speaking, he looked at Lin Yuran again, with greed and surprise in his eyes.

He smiled, showing his yellow teeth: "Or, are you here to sell this woman?"

"Such a beautiful woman, I can give you $600, which is already very high. You know those beautiful teenage girls are only selling for $500!"

"Women in the Hua Kingdom are quite interesting..."

Then he gave a wretched smile.

Everyone in the live broadcast room exploded when they heard what he said.

"Damn! What kind of bastard is he, and he deserves to comment on Miss Yuran!"

"This man is disgusting!"

"Damn it, I'm so mad! I really want to slap him in the face with my size 43 shoes!"

[Reporter Xiao Sa]: "Generally speaking, these black market merchants have backgrounds."

"It's not wise to provoke them!"

Lin Yuran frowned slightly when she heard this, and a coldness flashed in her eyes.

Zhao Rulong's expression also became unnatural.

Only Su Chen smiled slightly, took a step forward, and patted the man on the shoulder lightly.

"Brother! Be careful what you say, this is our companion, not for sale!"

Zhao Rulong hurriedly translated for Su Chen.

The man was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and winked at Su Chen for a while, but he didn't mention it anymore.

And the crowd in the live broadcast room exploded!

"Fuck! Is Brother Su still a man? Is he just so pleasant when he speaks?"

"I thought he was going to beat him up!"

"I'm furious!"

[Reporter Xiao Sa]: "Su Chen is still calm! He knows that if there is a conflict, it will be bad for them!"

"Actually, most war correspondents will be insulted."

"Especially when our Chinese reporters go to some places, they will be made fun of."

"Sometimes, we have to live with it."

The man turned around and led Su Chen and the others into the room.

There were also several men in the house, all with guns at hand.

One of the men was washing his eyes with water.

Zhao Rulong chuckled, pretending he didn't see it.

"We need food and some firearms!" Zhao Rulong said.

"A kilogram of flour is 240 US dollars for food, 9 US dollars for a bag of M280 Blanche, and 20 rounds of ammunition are given away."

"AK300 dollars a piece, no bullets."

"M7 Belata costs $250 a piece, and you get 20 rounds of ammunition for free."

"Also! We don't accept RMB here!"

said a fat, unshaven man in the room.

Su Chen took out US dollars from his backpack and waved them, indicating that he had US dollars.

The man just nodded.

Hearing the price, Lin Yuran quickly calculated it in his mind, and then his face became ugly.

“The price of flour is too expensive!”

"Expensive?" The man sneered.

"Don't tell me you don't know about the explosion of the grain truck!"

"Two AKs, three Bolanglings, 120 rounds of AK bullets!"

"How much flour do you have?"

"Is there any canned food?"

Su Chen asked quickly.

Lin Yuran helped him translate.

Hearing Su Chen's words, the man laughed.

"We have [-] kilograms of flour and [-] cans, but the price is not affordable!" The man showed his dirty yellow teeth.

(End of this chapter)