After wandering outside for a while, Ian planned to find Muto to continue training. Only when his skills are developed can he find them. However, after searching for a long time, he couldn't find Muto. Ian had no choice but to exercise by himself in the hall, listening to music.

Even when it was time to eat, Muto and Trang didn't come back.

"Boss, there is good news and not bad news." Mira walked to Ian mysteriously and said.

"Stop talking nonsense, talk quickly." Ian said while eating.

Mira smiled and said: "Someone bought your thing, but he said he not only wanted to buy this one, but also wanted to buy technology. You can pay whatever price you want."

"Technology? Humph, if I could have that technology, would I even sell that weapon? Really." Ian looked up and smiled.

"Didn't you say there is some good news? What is it?" Ian asked.

"The person who bought the weapons invited you to attend a weapons expo." Mira said excitedly.

"Weapons Expo? Why did you invite me?" Ian asked.

"The man said he wanted to meet with you to discuss the technical issues of the hive bomb. In addition, he said that the goods must be inspected before paying," Mira said.

"If I don't go, how can I have time to do that? He wants to buy it or not." Ian said disdainfully.

Mira suddenly said excitedly: "I have to go, I have to go, boss, I just thought about it carefully..."

Mira glanced around to make sure there was no one, then whispered: "I thought about it carefully, don't you want to kill people, and you want to kill a lot of people, the fastest way is definitely to use weapons, and you think about it,

Those who buy weapons are the ones who want to use them. Who are the people who go there? Apart from the weapons dealers, they are the people who want to use the weapons."

"What's the matter? It has nothing to do with me?" Ian still didn't understand.

"Hey, I heard Trump say that many of the anti-government forces in the Middle East are actually secretly supported by the United States. They not only support the government forces in the Middle East, but also support the anti-government forces, so that people on both sides have to buy their weapons.

, you might be able to meet some people like that when you go there, and then you also support some anti-government armed forces, give them weapons, and support them in fighting. It will definitely kill people much faster than hiring a killer." Mira.

explained.

Ian nodded thoughtfully, then shook his head and said, "That would require a lot of money. I don't have that much money."

"It's not like we're going to fight right away. What I mean is that we can get in touch first. This is an opportunity after all. Otherwise, it would be really difficult for us people to get in touch with that kind of person," Mira said.

After hearing this, Ian thought about it carefully and realized that it was true. Anyway, there was nothing going on in the past two days. Just let Mira contact the killer in time, and the rest could only be done after seven days.

"Okay, I'll go, where is the expo? When is it?" Ian asked.

In the afternoon, Trang came back, and Ian told him about the incident and wanted him to go with him. After all, he had served in the army and had some knowledge of weapons.

"Okay, Santiago isn't too far anyway. It only takes two hours to drive. When should we leave?" Trang said.

"The expo starts the day after tomorrow, we will go there tomorrow night." Ian said.

Muto also disappeared for two days, and even Paul disappeared. Ian wondered if Muto had locked up Paul.

"Is this the weapon you bought?" Ian asked, looking at the weapons on the bed in Trang's room.

"Well, I only bought one assault rifle and one submachine gun, and the rest are pistols. After all, the chance of us having a large-scale conflict with other people is very small now," Trang said.

"What is this?" Ian asked when he saw a very delicate box placed on the table.

"Haha, this is a gift for you, open it and take a look." Trang said with a smile.

"You're still trying to make a mystery with me, haha." Ian said, opening the box, and he was immediately attracted by the gun inside.

The silver gun body, with smooth lines, is as delicate as a work of art. The black textured handle is just right in weight. The gun body is much longer than the pistol he is currently using, at a full twenty centimeters.

Ian couldn't help but stroke her.

"This gun is so beautiful." Ian couldn't help but admire it.

"The Pauletta 95S pistol is a mass-produced pistol. It is said that less than a thousand were produced in total. It is exclusively for Italian officers. It is also often used as a gift by the Italian military for visiting foreign military personnel. It is more expensive than ordinary pistols.

It's three to five centimeters longer, has an effective range of fifty meters, and has an ammunition capacity of twenty rounds. I think the pistol you used must have been snatched from the prison guard before, so I was thinking about getting you two good ones. How about it?

Like it." Trang smiled.

Ian nodded repeatedly, kept picking up the gun and aiming it, and said: "I like it, I really like it. This is...a holster?"

Ian took out the two-finger-wide straps from the box, connected them and put them on his body with the help of Trang. He put the pistol into the holster and stuck it firmly to Ian's left ribs for easy access.

And it’s hard to find.

"Haha, not bad, not bad, thank you, Trang." Ian said very happily.

Although the renovation of the basement has not yet begun, Ian has already impatiently started practicing shooting in the room below. Anyway, the gunshots cannot be heard underground.

By the afternoon of the next day, Ian and Trang went directly to San Diego to attend the weapons expo without waiting for Muto.

After arriving in Santiago, he quickly found the hotel he had booked. Then Trang contacted the buyer. An hour later, a waiter sent two tickets to the expo and a pure black business card.

At nine o'clock in the morning the next day, someone drove to pick them up. The address of the expo was a small airport that was transformed, and the terminal hall was transformed into an exhibition hall.

When they arrived outside the exhibition hall, the security personnel checked their tickets and asked, "Who is your introducer?"

"Introducer?" Ian was stunned for a moment, then took out the black business card. The security personnel took a look at it, pointed to a direction in the exhibition hall and said to them: "Mr. Solim is in that direction."

Ian and Trang entered the exhibition hall. The area of ​​the exhibition hall was at least two to three thousand square meters. There were not as many people participating as they had imagined. There were only about a hundred people, gathered in groups of small and medium, chatting.

The two of them walked forward in the direction pointed by the security guard. When they arrived at a booth, they saw Solim because his name was printed on the booth under his feet.

That Solim was about fifty or sixty years old, with half-white hair, wearing a gray suit, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. Originally, he was introducing several weapons on the stand to the people on the side, but he saw Ian two

When people came over, he asked his assistant to continue explaining, said sorry to the onlookers, and walked off.

"Have you brought the beehive?" Solim asked as he came up.

Ian asked in surprise: "How did you know it was us?"

"Haha, this expo is by invitation. I know everyone on my side now, except you two. Don't be surprised. If you don't show my business card to the security staff, you won't be able to get in even if you have a ticket, so

I received the message as soon as you came in." Solim pointed at the headphones on his ears and smiled.

"So that's it, I brought the things." Ian pointed at Trang's backpack and said.

"You didn't show it to anyone else, did you?" Solim asked.

Ian nodded and said, "Of course, when will your money be available?"

"I'll be fine as soon as I inspect the goods. Come with me." Solim smiled and walked outside.

After leaving the exhibition hall, Solim took them into a military jeep and asked the driver to drive the car to the place where the airstrip was originally.

Ian could see from a distance that there was already a group of people over there. As he was watching, a hundred meters away from those people there suddenly exploded. There was a loud bang, and Ian felt the car shake.

.

Seeing that they were about to get there, Solim thought for a while and asked: "All the technology in this hive belongs to you, right?"

Ian looked at Solim in confusion and nodded: "Of course."

"Okay, you sign this contract first, and once I sign it after inspecting the goods, it's a deal," Solim said.

"Huh, I always pay for my weapons first. This time I agree to let you inspect the goods first. This is an exception. It's just a weapon. You still need to sign a contract? If you don't want to, forget it." Ian said and patted the goods.

Patted Truong on the shoulder.

Trang immediately said to the driver in front: "Stop!"

Solim was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Haha, this contract is not a contract to trade this weapon. The five million for the weapon will be transferred to you immediately as long as the goods are inspected and it is true as you said.

"

"This contract is actually a patent transfer and production licensing contract." Solim smiled.

"Patent transfer? Production license?" Ian was suddenly confused. There is no patent on this thing.

Seeing Ian's expression, Solim added: "I don't know which arms dealer is behind you, but since you can sell this thing, I think you can make the final decision on the patented technology and production license of the weapon.

If you transfer it to our company, even if the company behind you sues us in the future, we won’t have to worry, haha.”

Ian probably heard what Solim meant, but he didn't say anything. He just smiled and said: "Whatever you think, but I can't provide the key technology for this thing."

"You don't need to worry about this. Our reverse engineers will solve this problem. Of course, because you can't provide key technologies, the price will be discounted." Solim said.

"If I sign this contract, how much money will you give me?" Ian asked, already feeling happy. He didn't expect such a good thing. The weapons exchanged have any technical patents. He loved it.

Research as you like, and produce as you love.

"It's hard to say now. After all, it depends on the effectiveness of the weapon." Solim said with a smile.

Ian nodded and said, "Okay, I'll sign this contract."
Chapter completed!