Sorry for the late upload, the author went out of town, updates as usual 2/3 times a week.
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In front of Jay, all kinds of weapons were boldly displayed, including pistols, long-barreled rifles, submachine guns, heavy machine guns, and even hand grenades, all displayed openly.
It was as if they weren't afraid of the soldiers outside.
As for Jay, who saw all the weapons, he didn't really care about the background of the arms dealer.
After all, anyone who could open a large black market like this must have a background and many parties involved.
So he didn't care about where the goods came from.
All he needed was a few items, and he could find them here. Whether he wanted to exchange them for money, gold, or even food, he felt it didn't matter.
"Anything that interests you?" the arms dealer asked Jay, who was staring at his wares.
"Yes, I need some weapons for the village militia," Jay replied, making up an excuse.
The arms dealer, hearing this, didn't bother to investigate whether it was true or not.
Because, as long as the weapon was paid for properly, he wouldn't have a problem with it.
What Jay didn't know was that the arms dealer had already guessed that Jay was likely a member of a radical group or even a bandit group.
This was based on the fact that it was impossible for village militias to purchase weapons from their black market due to the existing system.
The city government in a region would register and directly distribute the weapons used by the militia.
Furthermore, the weapons weren't given out for free, but were only loaned to the village militia, and could be withdrawn at any time in an emergency.
"So, which one do you want?" the arms dealer asked again.
"For pistols, I want two Browning Hi-Power double-stack pistols. Give me 200 rounds of ammunition for both.
Then, give me two MP40s with 300-400 rounds of ammunition. Next, give me one MG42 with 1,000 rounds of ammunition. I also want 50 MK2 grenades and three KA-Bar USMC Mark 2 knives. (To simplify the weapons, the author is using real-world weapons from the 1940s and 1950s as a reference.)" Jay finished stating his order.
Hearing this, the arms dealer stared at Jay in surprise. He truly hadn't expected the man in front of him to order so many weapons.
Not to mention the 50 hand bombs he'd requested, which made him wonder which government warehouse this man was planning to attack.
However, he didn't think much of it. As long as Jay could pay, he wouldn't mind selling it. He even had anti-aircraft guns, so Jay's order, while a little surprising, was still within his reach.
"Yes, let me calculate…" he then gave Jay a figure.
"Okay, but can I pay with food?" Jay asked again.
"Food? Are you sure?" The merchant asked strangely.
At a time when many foods were hard to find and even if they were available, prices were rising, and someone wanted to trade them for weapons. The merchant was truly wondering whether the customer in front of him was smart or stupid.
"Yes, is there something wrong?" Jay asked, surprised and doubtful.
"Of course not. I'm just surprised by your offer. As for whether it's possible or not, don't worry, I can accept your payment in food.
But what kind of food do you want to trade for weapons?" the merchant asked again.
"I have potatoes, sweet potatoes, and corn. Which one do you want?" Jay asked, not mentioning rice, as rice was a commodity that needed to be prepared for other plans.
"I'll accept corn and potatoes," the sword replied again.
"Then we agree, the amount I owe is…" Jay stated the amount of food he wanted to trade.
"Deal…"
"So where shall we transact?" the merchant asked again.
"In this empty alley leading to the market, how about in an hour?" Jay suggested a location.
"Oh, there, okay, I agree," the merchant then agreed to Jay's proposal.
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An hour later, in the alley leading to the black market, several figures could be seen standing guard at both ends of the alley.
At the entrance to the alley, Jay left one clone on guard, with two clones accompanying him, guarding a pile of sacks filled with food.
At the end of the alley near the black market, the figure of an arms dealer was seen arriving with two men carrying two large sacks of weapons that Jay had ordered.
After greeting each other and checking the goods, the two then agreed.
They left the alley in the opposite direction.
Different.
After leaving the room and checking that no one was following him, Jay found a quiet place and returned to his room.
As soon as Jay re-entered his room, he stared at the guns he had purchased. "Ugh, this is the first time I've seen a real gun and can own one. Luckily, I've copied master-level firearms skills.
So, even though I've never used a gun before, I'm not worried I won't be able to use them." Jay examined the various types of guns he had ordered.
He then tried to familiarize himself with them, eventually firing a few rounds from each weapon.
"Browning Hi-Power, with a 13-round magazine and 9mm ammunition, has a range of 50 meters."
"Bang...bang...bang...!!!!"
Jay fired a round to get a feel for the weapon's recoil and accuracy.
And in the end, he felt quite satisfied, "This is still pretty good, the accuracy is still above 90%, and the recoil is still normal, no bullets jam.
This is worth having," Jay commented, quite satisfied with the pistol he received.
He then tried another pistol, and luckily, he got the same results because the pistol was in the same condition as before.
As for the MP40 long-barreled rifle, the accuracy he tried was far better than the pistol, and its range was also many times greater.
The recoil from the weapon was quite strong, but still within a range Jay could tolerate.
Especially with his physical changes, it didn't affect him too much.
As for the heavy machine gun, the MG42, Jay found it a pleasure to shoot.
If it weren't for the worry of running out of ammo, Jay would have tried it more.
"Now, the last one is the MK2 grenade. Let's see how powerful it is."
He released the safety pin and threw the grenade dozens of meters away.
Jay ducked and covered his ears. A few seconds later, a large explosion was heard.
"Boom..." A crater was visible in the ground.
Seeing the impact, Jay could already imagine that the explosion was equivalent to a C-rank jutsu, or perhaps even a B-rank jutsu in the ninja world.
As for whether it was comparable to explosive tags, Jay felt the grenade was more powerful, but he hadn't had a comparison yet, so he didn't know.
"Okay, let's gather iron and gold for ninja weapons and currency in the ninja world." After feeling satisfied with the weapons he had purchased, Jay turned his attention to iron and gold, which he would use to make other strategic materials.