Sensing Beard's vigilance, Old Brown acted like a somewhat hesitant Old Man, he said cautiously.
"I heard you guys have those things here, I... I want to do some business."
Beard seemed a little unclear, shaking his head and looking at Old Brown.
Old Brown's expression remained unchanged, showing an expression that he must buy it.
Seeing this, Beard did not reply, just looked at Old Brown and directly closed the iron gate.
With a bang, the iron gate closed.
Old Brown's pupils shrank slightly, but he did not leave and continued to stay where he was.
The identity of the Old Man can reduce the vigilance of these people, and also make his words have a certain degree of authenticity.
What do drug dealers need most? They need a constant stream of people and resources, just like a dealer who only charges a handling fee. They are not afraid of losing or winning, they are just afraid that you won't gamble.
So drug dealers are not afraid of you buying, they are just afraid that you don't buy enough.
After waiting for a few seconds, there was still no movement inside. Old Brown reached out and continued to knock on the iron gate. Before he could touch the iron gate, there was a bang bang sound inside again, and he quickly retracted his hand.
Like the previous Beard, the iron gate first revealed a small crack, but the person who came out was not Beard, but a person who was still thin.
Dark circles under his eyes and a naked upper body covered with scars all showed what kind of person this was, a complete drug addict!
"Do business? What business?"
This person seemed to have an itchy scalp, constantly scratching his head, and then scratching his face, all showing a kind of stiffness and unnaturalness.
Old Brown pretended not to see it and said hesitantly.
"Someone told me that you sell those things, and that I can buy what I want by finding you and Beard."
The person leaning against the iron gate twisted his neck unnaturally, and scratched the scars on his chest again with his right hand. He stared at Old Brown and said.
"How much do you want to buy?"
This time, Old Brown did not hesitate at all, nor did he say how much he wanted to buy, but chose a very general statement.
"A lot."
"A lot?" The person leaning against the iron gate stopped scratching and stared at Old Brown to confirm. "Are you sure?"
Old Brown nodded.
Seeing this, the person leaning against the iron gate glanced at Old Brown behind him, then opened the iron gate and tilted his head to signal.
"Then come in."
Seeing that the person in front of him did not intend to go in first, Old Brown walked in calmly.
As soon as he walked in, a pistol suddenly appeared from the right, directly against his temple.
Old Brown's expression remained unchanged, he just raised his hands and glanced to the right. There were three people standing there, one fat and three thin, and the owner of the pistol was Beard.
"I just want to buy something."
However, these people did not respond, but looked at the person who closed the iron gate again with a click.
"No one."
Feeling the gaze, the person closing the door scratched here and there and said.
Because of this, Felton, the fat man inside, spoke.
"Put the gun down, Beard."
Beard stared at Old Brown for a few seconds, and then obediently put down the pistol.
Old Brown also carefully retracted his hand and looked directly at the fat man inside. He knew that this was the person in charge, but what he didn't expect was that the fat man's face was a typical Russian face.
"Russian?"
Before Old Brown could absorb this information, Felton inside observed him for a few seconds, then took out a small packet of white powder from his arms and suddenly said.
"Old Man, do you want to buy this?"
Old Brown instantly came back to his senses, ignoring the four skinny guys including Beard surrounding him, and nodded silently.
Seeing this, Felton's expression was a little playful, and he nodded to signal.
"Search him, I want to see what this Old Man has on him!"
As soon as these words fell, the four people who had been surrounding Old Brown immediately took a few steps forward. Two of them held him in place, and two of them groped his body.
Although Old Brown was calm in his heart, he showed a trace of impatience on his face, as if he hated their actions.
"I am serious, if you don't want to sell, I will leave immediately."
Felton did not speak, watching his two subordinates who were responsible for groping only found two thick envelopes from the Old Man.
"Are you going to rob me? Kids, this is not the way to do business. You will scare away a lot of customers."
Hearing this, Felton glanced at Old Brown, waved to let the subordinates who had finished groping come over, took the two envelopes from his hand, and then opened each envelope and took out the money inside to take a look.
After doing this, Felton looked at Old Brown and said: "Want to buy so much?"
"Yes."
Old Brown, still being held, responded. "I also want to buy a gun."
As he said that, Old Brown gestured at the pistol in Beard's hand.
"Like his gun."
Felton patted the two envelopes in his hand and continued to ask.
"What do you want to do with these things, you Old Man who is about to die?"
Old Brown knew that this was the last moment, he took a deep breath and said.
"Give it to my children at home to smoke, as for the pistol, I will give him a bullet after he finishes smoking, and give myself a bullet too..."
These words were said very calmly, causing everyone present to raise their eyebrows and look at the Old Man with some surprise.
"Hehe." Felton chuckled, let the younger brothers who were holding Old Brown let go, and walked towards the inside.
"A ruthless Old Man, I like it, come with me."
The rest of the skinny guys also glanced at Old Brown and followed their boss.
Old Brown looked calm, scanned the surrounding environment, and followed the group's footsteps after he had a good understanding of the situation.
As a result, following them made him feel shocked, and the killing intent in his heart towards the people in front of him became stronger.
The ordinary-looking low building is definitely not as ordinary as it seems on the surface. He had thought about what might be inside, but he didn't expect it to be so outrageous.
On both sides, there were small rooms made of wooden boards, and each small room only had a piece of cloth hanging on the rope above, which was a door to cover the view.
Such an arrangement completely concealed nothing. Old Brown could see from the gaps one girl after another lying or sitting inside, with different skin colors.
Some were mentally unclear and sat there blankly, while others were lying there like a lifeless corpse.
Some had disheveled hair and could not see their faces clearly, looking up and motionless like dead people.
Some just stared blankly as he passed by, their eyes no longer shining.
There were even some being ravaged... shocking. The more Old Brown looked, the more unbearable it became, and the anger in his heart grew stronger and stronger, to the point where his entire face became stiff.
Judging from the handcuffs that were falling off or not falling off and the syringes on the ground, the Old Man knew that these girls were imprisoned and had their freedom taken away, and were also injected with drugs by these scum...