Malone called out Porter. He was a super-old young man in his thirties. He was similar to Chen Song's height, about 1.8 meters away, with strong muscles, and a bit similar to the young version of Brad Pitt. He was ordinary.

"Ha, Gobul, my stupid big guy." After meeting, Porter chuckled and hugged Gobul, "Have you brought me business again? I hope God will surprise me, you can bring me a big deal."

Gobl smiled eagerly and said, "Yeah, God has appeared, I have brought you a big customer. This is my boss, Mr. Chen."

Porter shook hands with Chen Song first, and then asked Gobl: "You have another boss? What about me? You used to call me boss."

"Can you pay me a salary before?"

"We are good guys. How much money is hurting your relationship?" Porter laughed thief.

There were parasols and leisure round tables on the cliffs of the pasture, and the four of them sat over.

After all four of them sat down, Porter pondered for a moment, then looked at Ma Long and said, "Hey brother, do you think it's appropriate for us to sit here?"

Ma Long said: "The scenery here is very good, it's nice to sit here, but it's still a little cold now, so if we go to the house to rest, it might be a better choice. Of course, if you want to enjoy the sun, it's better to remove this umbrella..."

"Fake Squid," Potter couldn't help but interrupt him, "What are you talking about? I mean, why are you sitting down with me? Come over to get some beer, you can't expect me to do this job, right?"

Ma Long left expressionlessly, with a cold-faced killer temperament. Chen Song was afraid that he would go back and get a gun and give the three of them a tumbling.

Fortunately, he came back with a small bottle of beer.

Porter raised the bottle and signaled to Chen Song, asking, "Mr. Chen, how did you feel when you used AK last time?"

Chen Song shrugged and said, "Very good. I have tried the shot twice and feel it."

"Then what do you want to buy this time?"

"This time it's a big business. I dare say that Mr. Chen must want a guy who is making blue fire." Goble asked for Chen Song.

Porter was confused: "What kind of guy is this?"

"Idiot, Gatlin!" Gobl felt a sense of crushing IQ.

Porter was shocked: "For God's sake, who gave you the courage to tease me?"

Chen Song said seriously: "If you have Gatlin here, then I really want to have it."

Porter took a sip of beer silently, and then asked solemnly: "Which bank do you like? In fact, there is no need for Gatlin to rob a bank. Based on my understanding of Iceland's security, pistols are more useful."

Chen Song laughed silently: "Mr. Porter is really good at joking. Of course we don't want to steal the bank, but I like this heavy guy, I want to collect it."

Porter shook his head and said, "If time goes back five years, and when I was still in Ukraine, you asked me to find this thing, I can show you ten of them in one minute..."

"Don't say that these useful or not are there now?" Gobl asked carelessly.

Porter was depressed: "No, God, do you actually want to buy Gatlin? Are Chinese so powerful now?"

Chen Song said: "Without Gatlin, the M60 can do it."

He really wanted to put a machine gun on the top of the mountain, and now he always lacks security in Jiuzhou.

Porter said weakly: "Not this either."

Gobl laughed and said, "Ha, where did you go before? Don't you always think I can't find you a big customer? Look, now that the big customer comes, why have you become a hatched laying hen?"

Porter rolled his eyes and said, "Is this a big customer? Damn, this is a deadly customer, but are you really planning to get this thing?"

He was a little unbelievable to Chen Song.

Chen Song nodded: "Purchase for cash."

Porter drank beer silently, frowned and thought hard.

After thinking for two minutes, he made up his mind and said, "Give me some time, I will contact a few guys, and I should be able to help you get a machine gun. Now I only have a short gun in my hand. Do you need a short gun?"

Chen Song asked: "What are they?"

Porter waved to him: "Come with me."

Gobl pointed to the beer on the table and said, "I haven't finished my beer yet."

Porter said casually: "You can stay here and continue drinking."

Gobl said: "How bad is that? We are all guys and should be together."

Porter was about to laugh when Goble opened several bottles of beer: "So, I'd better finish them as soon as possible."

He took turns to criticize him with one bottle of beer in his hand: Ton ton ton ton!

Porter: "Farke Squid, you wine barrel!"

Gobl drank four bottles of beer in one breath and then smiled with satisfaction: "Himmer!"

The ranch is not small in size and there are quite a few houses, so there must be more than ten.

Porter took Chen Song into a warehouse, which was transformed into a workshop, with hundreds of tools ranging from car-sized lathes to screwdrivers.

There were guns hanging on one wall of the warehouse, all of which were: AK-47, AK-74, M16, M4A1, AUG, HK-416, AWM, etc. Chen Song only recognized a small part of them, most of which he had never even seen.

For a moment, he lost his mind.

Potter's words brought him back to his soul: "It's all models."

He pointed to a table and said, "The guns over there are all real guys."

Chen Song immediately saw the familiar AK-47, and there were also very common AR civilian rifles in Europe and the United States. This was the only two two long spears, and the others were pistols, with more than a dozen splashes.

One of these pistols is the most conspicuous, large and sturdy. It is the Desert Eagle that Chen Song often used in CS and CF back then!

He went up and picked up the Desert Eagle and asked, "Do you have such a powerful pistol here? I'm familiar with this thing. I killed a lot of people with it back then."

Thinking of his previous purchase of Gatlin, Malone frowned and asked Goble quietly: "This guy is so good at bragging?"

Gobl shook his head: "Mr. Chen is a monster, he never brags."

Ma Long tilted his head and thought about it, and finally stayed away from Chen Song.

Porter glared at him with contempt, afraid that there would be no bullets in the gun!

He said: "Of course, this is a hunting gun. Although it is not popular among the police and the army, it is still very popular among the people."

The Desert Eagle is large in size, heavy in weight, and powerful, and can even shoot through partition walls, which is not suitable for the police and the military.

They are all killing people. The USP that is easy to operate can kill people with one shot. The bulky desert eagle can also kill people with one shot. It cannot kill a bunch of people with one shot.

Chen Song bought a Desert Eagle, which was very suitable for him because he wanted to fight monsters, and the greater the power of the pistol, the better.

As for the weight and recoil of the gun body? He can play with the AK-47 with one hand, let alone a pistol?

After he paid, Gobl rubbed his hands anxiously and said, "Does it time for us to get to the topic next?"

Porter was quite happy to start a business: "Of course, I will take you to the underground shooting range now, it's so good, the bullets are free!"

"No, I mean it's time to have lunch!"

Potter's eyes twitched and said, "That's a pity. It seems that there is nothing to eat at home. Malone, is that true?"

"No, Mr. Porter, there is an Iberian ham in the cellar. You may have forgotten it. It has been hanging for half a year."
Chapter completed!