"If you're not afraid of the risk of backfire, I can give you a batch of problematic grenades."
Lei Youliang shrugged and made a strange expression, as if saying, even if I give them to you, you can't use them.
Zhang Su rubbed his chin and said, "How many?"
"Hey! It's one thing for a rifle to jam and backfire, but if a rocket launcher backfires, it can cost lives!"
The man called Uncle Huo beside him exclaimed in alarm.
Zhang Su had a good impression of this straightforward uncle, unlike Lei Youliang who was more cunning, he smiled and said, "I would certainly not risk my life; just tell me how many there are?"
The grenades can't be used, but after disassembling them, some usable raw materials could still be obtained.
Lei Youliang didn't expect Zhang Su to be serious, frowned in thought, and said, "Then I can give you a hundred!"
"Twenty rifles, forty magazines, ten thousand bullets, twenty grenades that are fine, a hundred problematic grenades, deal?"
