Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

For these professional treasure hunters, the most taboo thing is getting carried away.

Kyrie Irving looks like he's got plenty of money and is ready to fight to the death.

This successfully led the bearded white man to categorize him as a greenhorn who had just started and hadn't yet stumbled.

To the bearded white man, the container was worth at most $8000, and a significant portion of that price was due to the large wooden crate in the corner of the container.

Offering too high a price is too risky and completely unnecessary.

Seeing that no one else was bidding, the administrator immediately began the countdown:

"$8500 for the first time, $8500 for the second time, $8500 for the third time!! Sold!"

As the auctioneer brought down the gavel, Irving successfully won another container.

As Irving went to settle the payment, Green, the blonde woman, and the others who were standing to the side all stood aside, choosing not to carefully observe the next container, but instead to stand still and wait to see what would happen.

"$8500. Unless there really is a tank in that wooden crate, Irving is definitely going to lose a lot of money." Green sneered, standing there and making sarcastic remarks.

"It's impossible to lose a lot of money; at most, we'll just lose some cash."

The blonde woman standing to the side glanced at Green and reminded him, "Green, don't forget, this kid just made a fortune. He earned at least $20,000 from that container. Even if this container loses money, it won't be a big deal for him."

The bearded white man shook his head and sighed, "Shit! Why can't I have such good luck..."

Amidst the chatter of the group, Irving calmly paid the bill and then went to the green container.

As the delivery was completed and the cordon was removed, Green and his team quickly surrounded the area.

His movements were even more urgent than Irving's.

"Kid, hurry up and open these green supply crates, see if there are any guns inside!" Seeing Owen taking his time, the blonde woman immediately urged him.

Irving didn't care at all and leisurely counted the number of green supply boxes.

After a while, he casually opened a green supply box next to him.

Upon seeing this, Green and the others immediately surrounded them.

Upon seeing the first opened green supply box, which contained only a Thompson submachine gun, the bearded white man immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Standing to the side, Green subconsciously estimated the price, "This should be a Russian-made Thompson submachine gun. Although it's not the original, it's still priced around $200, nothing special."

Irving didn't care at all and continued opening the box.

Unsurprisingly, the box contained a gun, but instead of a submachine gun, it was a semi-automatic rifle that looked to be in good condition.

The blonde woman and her companions who were standing to the side still gathered around and started calculating the price for Owen. "Ruger-10/22 semi-automatic rifle? This gun is quite classic and well-maintained. The market price is about $309, but the resale price seems to be a bit lower, at most $280."

"Pretty much. It seems these green supply boxes are all kinds of firearms."

Green roughly counted the number of boxes and then estimated, "If the boxes are all filled with these cheap guns, the total value of this container is probably $5000 to $7000."

Upon hearing Green's valuation, the bearded white man immediately burst into laughter.

He couldn't help but feel secretly relieved that he had been rational enough not to fight to the death with that hothead Irving.

Otherwise, I would definitely lose a lot of money on this container.

Irving ignored the group and continued opening the supply crates.

His eyes lit up when he saw that one of the supply crates contained two exquisite and beautiful rifles.

They seemed to have noticed Irving's unusual behavior.

The group all looked over.

The blonde woman's eyes lit up instantly when she saw the beautiful rifle sitting quietly in the supply crate.

"Henry-Big Boy rifles? And a dual-wielding combination of a long and a short pistol?! That's rare!"

"It's certainly rare. I remember this rifle was produced in very small quantities?" Green unconsciously stepped forward to take a look.

Then, as if suddenly struck by a thought, he pulled out his phone and searched for the price. Seeing the price, Green immediately looked at Irving and said, "Dude, I can buy this gun for $2000! I can give you cash right now if you agree!"

"$2000? Green, are you high on drugs?" Upon hearing the price, the blonde woman subconsciously frowned.

But Green ignored all that, looking at Irving with a serious expression, he said, "Buddy, it's not just this one. If there are any more of these green supply crates, I'll offer $2000 for them all, as many as you can get!"

Seeing that Green didn't seem to be joking, Irving nodded and immediately agreed.

Although you could definitely get a higher price if you took these things back and sold them yourself.

However, there were too many items in the container, and the manpower and resources required to move them alone were an extra expense.

It would be better to sell it to someone else on the spot.

Seeing that Irving had agreed, Green immediately grinned and looked at the blonde woman beside him, chuckling, "Hey, Kelly, what do you know?"

"I have a wealthy collector who likes to collect the Henry Big Boy rifle. This combination of a long and a short gun, although the market price is only $2000 at most, is too rare and takes a long time to buy."

"If it can save time by spending some money, rich people will definitely be happy to do it."

After hearing Green's explanation, the blonde woman pursed her lips.

Although it's hard to understand, this is indeed the logic of some wealthy people.

Greene happily acquired a green supply crate containing a Henry Big Boy rifle.

The bearded white man standing to the side immediately turned pale, muttering under his breath, "Shit! Looks like the newbie's luck is good! This kid's made his money again!"

Surrounded by several people, Irving unpacked all the green supply crates.

Among the items on display were several Henry-Big Boy rifle sets, as well as many unusual and strange firearms, which attracted the attention of other buyers present.

"Shit!! The total value of these guns is already over $12000, and that doesn't even include the last big crate... which means this container is guaranteed to make a profit of at least $3500!"

After someone calculated the profit and loss for Irving, the bearded white man standing to the side looked extremely ugly, filled with regret.

"I should have held on a little longer! This kid's got real luck!!"

Seeing the expressions of emotion on the faces of the others around him, Irving maintained his composure.

Others might not know, but he knew it perfectly well.

These green military supply crates are just an appetizer; the real valuable stuff in this container is yet to come.

A wooden crate worth $30000-$40000... what could be inside? Irving was very curious.