"Relax! They're friends of the boss!" Blacksmith reassured his subordinate.
Seeing the two relax a little, he then turned to Wu Yun's group with a smile. "Gentlemen, see any treasures you fancy?"
Hearing Blacksmith's words, Hawkeye immediately pulled a folded piece of notebook paper from his pocket.
Hawkeye unfolded the paper. It was covered in English words and numbers.
"Blacksmith, you got any Russian-made AK-47s or Huaxia-made Type 56s? We'll take five! Oh! And one RPK light machine gun!"
"At least three thousand rounds of 7.62mm ammo!"
"Thirty offensive grenades, ten defensive grenades! And five blocks of C4!"
Blacksmith's brow furrowed. "Shit, are you guys planning to rob a bank? Or are you trying to empty out my entire private stock?"
"This isn't standard equipment for bodyguards! Are you planning an assault?"
