Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 368 130. Celebrity Weapons
"Come and see what you think, sir. I have something here that will definitely brighten your eyes."

Hearing the voice calling him, Carl turned around and found that it was the owner of a weapons store waving at him and beckoning him over.

This is my nth time coming to this gymnasium.

Carl muttered to himself.

At the EBM Petrochemical Stadium, Carl's team members dispersed as soon as they arrived. The stadium was crowded with people, and there were many shops with a wide variety of goods. In order to improve efficiency and select the items they needed, acting separately was undoubtedly the most time-saving behavior. However, even if they acted separately, Carl was still shocked by the density of people in the stadium and the skillfulness of the vendors.

After taking just two steps, I came across a weapons stall; after taking another step forward, the shadow of the next weapons stall came into view. Throughout the gymnasium, weapons shops were everywhere, and all kinds of weapons were casually placed on the tables of each stall and on the owner's shelves. The atmosphere here was like strolling in a busy food street, filled with hawking sounds all around - except that what was being sold here was not food, but all kinds of weapons.

"I've heard that Dog Town is a place for arms trading, but I didn't expect that the civilian arms trading business is so prosperous. However, with this kind of unscrupulous trading, Hansen must have done something in the formation of this stadium."

It is easy to guess that no matter what, even in 2076, when weapons can be bought everywhere, people holding high-powered weapons and prosthetics are also destabilizing factors in society. Dogtown is the private kingdom of Hansen and his ghost dogs, but they allow vendors to open shops selling weapons in the gymnasium so openly. It would be strange to say that Hansen did not do it deliberately.

Thinking in his mind, Carl turned around to look at the weapons on his shelves and counter because of the weapon shop owner's shouting, but after just a glance, he turned his head back again.

They are ordinary weapons, just some common weapons on the market. You can buy them anywhere in Night City. They are nothing.

Carl continued to move forward, feeling a little emotional in his heart.

There are a lot of weapons here, but the quality is just so-so. Why do I feel that they are not as interesting as the weapons that Mr. Kenichi Shiro gave me?
After this thought came to his mind, Carl felt that his thoughts were a little funny.

The arsenal that Kenichi Shiro had opened up was for Carl to choose from. Those weapons were all used by Arasaka's elite troops. Although they were only at the level of action troops, they were also weapons used by Arasaka troops. In comparison, it would be strange if this stadium could compare.

After all, the sale of weapons can be high-end and refined, or low-end and quantitative. Perhaps Hansen has sold out most of his current weapons and equipment, and is deliberately releasing some of the excess, hard-to-sell weapons and equipment into the market to create scattered profits.

The stadium was indeed crowded with people. After Carl and his companions separated at the door, they walked for a long time without seeing them. Just when Carl was about to ask about their whereabouts on the radio, he noticed a small arms stand on the side of the road.

This weapons stall was completely different from other stalls. There was no shopkeeper in strange clothes soliciting customers, nor a counter made of scrap metal. The so-called shop was just a piece of cloth spread on the ground, with various weapons displayed on it. The shopkeeper sat cross-legged at one end of the cloth casually, as if he didn't care about the hustle and bustle around him.

This was the first time that Carl had encountered a shop owner who did not actively solicit customers since he came in.

Carl took a look at the shop owner and found that he was about forty years old, with a short blond haircut and a pair of blue eyes. He was only wearing a camouflage sweatshirt and shorts. The muscles under his clothes made his clothes bulge out, and his exposed thigh muscles were tight and strong. Judging from his appearance alone, he was definitely a veteran who had undergone long-term training and had countless killing experiences.

'oh'

Carl's eyes became interested.

Carl felt a feeling from this guy that matched his appearance. It was a feeling very similar to Brown and Mann. In more common terms, it was...
This person has definitely served in the military, which is quite consistent with his appearance, and even in the army, he is definitely an elite.

The reason why Carl was so sure was that when Carl looked over, the burly man, who seemed to have a distracted look and was thinking about something, suddenly turned his head and looked at Carl the moment he noticed Carl's gaze.

He sensed Carl's threat, just a glance.

Carl looked at him and saw a hint of vigilance in his eyes, so Carl took the initiative to walk towards him. When he arrived in front of his shop, he squatted down and pointed at the weapons on the cloth.

"These weapons look quite ordinary, Boss."

When Carl raised his hand and pointed at the weapons, the owner of the weapons store tensed up instantly. He immediately uncrossed his legs and turned them into a half-squatting position, ready to burst out like a runner at any time. Just when he was ready to burst out like a spring, he heard Carl's words.

The spring did not pop out.

"The weapons are ordinary?"

After glancing at Carl for a few times, the sturdy shop owner realized that Carl seemed to be here to do business. His body, which had been tense because he sensed danger, relaxed a little, but he did not completely relax. He glanced at the thing Carl pointed to and said, "I don't sell advanced and powerful weapons, but the experience of these weapons."

"What's your experience with these weapons?"

Hearing this somewhat peculiar description, Carl had to admit that his curiosity was aroused.

"If this is some kind of bragging tactic before selling fake goods, then I have definitely fallen into a trap."

"What kind of experience?"

Karl sat down in a corner of the cloth, ready to discuss business with the shop owner. When the shop owner saw Karl taking the initiative to do this, he crossed his legs again and returned to his previous appearance. However, in response to Karl's question, he only answered with one word:

"celebrity."

"celebrity?"

After hearing this, Carl had to admit that his curiosity was aroused even more, so he looked at the weapons again and took a closer look. Sure enough, those weapons had obvious signs of use.

The shop owner said that the weapons here were all used by celebrities?

(End of this chapter)