The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 435 Liquid Injector

"Almost, but I mainly think of Osborn." Shirley said slowly: "In my opinion, Norman Osborn seems to have reached a mutually beneficial consensus with the smiling shark. This kind of Consensus may include something to protect the status of the gaslight bazaar. For example, let the other black markets be quieter or find a way to get rid of them altogether."

When Shirley said these words, she paid special attention to whether anyone around her would hear them.

"It's possible... But in that case, Osborne may have a dividend in the Gaslamp Market. Otherwise, it should be the smiling shark who asked Osborn for help, but in the end it turned out that Osborne helped him A big favor?" He Nan felt that this was unreasonable: "Could it be that Osborne came here to show his favor?"

"Of course it's possible? Let's put a long line to catch big fish. If you want to gain loyal allies, you have to help them to show your favor." Xue Li chuckled lightly when she said this: "...But, I don't think O Spencer can have no loyal allies. He only has subordinates. People like Laughing Shark are not willing to be subordinates."

"Well... indeed. He definitely likes to be relatively independent. Even if working for others will give him a higher status, he still wants to be his own boss." He Nan admitted this, and then remembered what he had heard at the bottom of the gas lamp market. Smiling Shark's conversation with members of the Hood Gang: "If the black market is really related to Osborn, then let's see who brought it up. If it was Smiling Shark... then he and the Hood Gang What the members said during the negotiation is true and false.”

"Which passage?" Shirley was attracted.

"It's just that the members of the Hood Gang said that if the gas lamp market does not change its business thinking, it will fall behind the times. Laughing Shark told them that even if that is the choice of the times, it doesn't matter if the business share shrinks, it doesn't matter... probably so. "

"Heh... You can tell it's a lie as soon as you hear it." Shirley smiled: "How could it be possible that you really don't care?"

"...I think so too." He Nan decided to go to the black market to have a look: "Come on, let's go inside and see if there is anything we like."

"Hey? Isn't this the two from last time?"

They walked in for a while, and they heard a voice full of interest.

Following the sound, they saw an uncle merchant—the one who sold their shotguns last time.

Last time, in order to let him sell weapons at a discount, the two promised to come back next time.

It did come.

However, it wasn't him.He only sells guns and throwing weapons, nothing that He Nan and the others need at all.

"I didn't expect you to remember us, boss." He Nan said with deep surprise.

It's just a one-sided relationship.

If this can be remembered, He Nan will still feel a little moved.

"Ha! Tell you, I have a very good memory." The boss pointed to his head proudly: "I have seen people who have seen it once, and they will never forget it!"

"Boss, it's better not to say that. If one day a prisoner thinks that you saw him commit a crime, but you didn't see it, then he should be dead after asking you this sentence." He Nan couldn't laugh or cry. So reminded.

There is a case for this matter.

So it's best not to brag that you have a photographic memory for people.

Even if it's true, it's best not to mention it.

Because living in a place like New York with extremely poor law and order, surviving well is part of the challenge.

You never know when you're going to get shot... or be held hostage by a super criminal waiting for some superhero to save you in a particularly dangerous situation.

But this is not a comic.

It's entirely possible that the superheroes won't come, and they could miss.

"Ha! Let them come." The boss snorted, his tone full of disdain, and took out the double-barreled shotgun in his hand: "Let him say hello to my golden double-barreled shotgun first!"

It's just a normal steel barrel, it's not gold-plated at all...

He Nan felt extremely embarrassed in his eyes.

But he didn't complain.

Because, if you make complaints about yourself, it means that you are the one who is embarrassed.

However, no complaints, the embarrassing one is the boss.

Master this little trick and you will be invincible in all battles.

Never fall into an embarrassing situation and cannot extricate yourself.

However, the boss is obviously no ordinary person.

He didn't show the slightest embarrassment.

Instead, he put the double-barreled shotgun on the table in front of him carelessly, and asked the two of them what they wanted to buy with a posture of "If you don't buy it, you will die."

"You don't have anything you want to buy." He Nan looked at his entire stall and found that there was nothing he needed.

"Tell me first, so that I know if there is any." He still asked, "Come on, tell me. What are you looking for?"

Given that he had already asked this question, He Nan felt that there was no need to hide it.

So, let's talk about our needs.

As a result, the boss rubbed his chin, stood up, walked to the pile of boxes behind him, rummaged through it, and finally sat back down.

"What's the result?" He Nan asked not expecting much.

"No." The boss shook his head: "I used to sell the fuel launcher you want. But it's sold out now."

"Does it have a flame jet effect?" He Nan asked.

"No, it's pure fuel injection." The boss replied: "But to be precise, it's not a fuel injection gun, it's a liquid. You can put other things in the liquid tank. But corrosive liquids can't. It will leak out. To shoot that This kind of thing requires a disposable projectile tank. However, it is recommended to buy a grenade launcher directly, and then buy acid bombs. If you are interested, I will sell it here. Buy a box of acid bombs and get an extra one. Also It's 6+1. How about it, are you interested?"

"Sorry, we don't want to buy grenades, we just want to buy that injector." He Nan shook his head.

"Hmm..." Shirley pondered for a moment, and couldn't help saying: "There really are people who sell this kind of thing."

"Didn't you tell me about it before?" He Nan immediately doubted life when he heard Shirley's reaction.

"I'll just talk nonsense." Shirley clicked her tongue: "I didn't expect to be able to say it, what a mistake."

"..."

For a moment, He Nan wanted to say something to complain about this behavior.

However, it was found that there was a lack of available vocabulary, so I had to give up.

"Then we have to go to another house to see." He Nan bid farewell to the merchant uncle.

As a result, the other party asked them to wait, and introduced them to a booth, saying that there were all kinds of weird weapons sold there, and there probably was the liquid launcher they wanted.

This really saved them a lot of searching time.

(End of this chapter)