Chapter 9 Buying Guns

  They found a small restaurant and ordered burgers and coffee. Sean said while eating, "We can take a rest now. Usually at 3 or 4 o clock in the afternoon, bars and nightclubs are open, we go take a look around to check and assure their safety."

  To put it bluntly, it depends on the situation.

  "If someone is causing trouble, just drive those damn drunkards out. It's usually easy to solve. We mainly focus on other gang members who may come to cause trouble, but that is rare. Each gang has its own territory, and other gangs usually don't come over."

  "We go around in the evening to ask about the wine sales and get orders for the next day. We usually finish work at one or two in the morning."

  In Hardy's view, what they actually earned was hard earned money.

  But in this era and time, who doesn't work hard?

  "What about collecting the bill?" Hardy asked.

  "We only have one fixed account, which is to ask the Spaniards for a share of the coke powder. Oh, it was Cook before, but you have already killed him. I don't know who will be next." Sean said that and looked at Hardy.

  "The other thing is to help casinos and loan companies collect accounts. This are extra chores if you want to earn more cash you have to go to the company to apply or accept tasks by yourself. I think it's not too late to wait until you are familiar with the business at hand to do that."

  Hardy understood somewhat. helping casinos and loan companies collect accounts is actually to make extra money.

  Hardy thought of something, took a bite of his burger, and asked Sean, "Is there any way to buy a gun? I want to buy a few guns."

  Being a gangster, you may encounter danger at any time. How can you defend yourself without a gun?

  Bill's gun was thrown into the Los Angeles River by Hardy after killing people. He needs to prepare some spare guns as soon as possible.

  "Buy a gun, no problem. I'll take you to see Old Mike after dinner." Sean said.

  After dinner, the three of them drove to a gun shop in the suburbs. The gun shop was quite large. When they got out of the car, Sean said, "Old Mike is also a member of our gang. He sells guns through regular channels and also sells black guns. Basically, the gang members We all get the goods from him."

  He opened the door and walked in.

  "Old Mike, we have business coming to your door." Sean shouted to an old man on the recliner.

  Old Mike, with gray hair and a big beard, opened his eyes and got up from the recliner, looked at Sean, turned to Hardy, and asked, "Who is this?"

  "Jon Hardy is Bill's brother, Now that Bill is injured, Hardy is temporarily in charge of his territory," Sean introduced.

  Old Mike walked up to Hardy and looked him up and down. "Have you ever been in the military?"

  "Yes, Marine Corps," Hardy said.

  The old man nodded. "Well, I can feel that temperament in you. You should have experienced many battles. I also served as a soldier and participated in World War I. I fought for the Austrian Hungarian Empire, but unfortunately, the country lost. The Austrian Hungarian Empire also disappeared, and I later moved to the United States."

  "Old Mike, Jon wants some good guns" Sean interrupted Old Mike.

  Old Mike nodded. "Okay, come with me."

  As he said that, leading the way, Sean secretly curled his lips at Hardy, lowered his voice, and said to Hardy, "As long as there are new people coming, he will nag them to death with those old story of WW I."

Hardy smiled.

  Several people walked to a large iron door. Old Mike took out a bunch of keys from his body and opened the iron door. When the iron door opened, Hardy's eyes lit up.

  The warehouse is full of shelves with various weapons on them.

  Guns and cars are men's favorites. There are almost no men who don't love guns and cars, just like girls can't resist Barbie dolls and stuffed toys.

  Old Mike walked in front and introduced:

  "Many of these guns are used; some have been eliminated from the battlefield: the M1 Garand rifle, the M1 carbine, the Mauser 98 rifle, and the British Enfield rifle."

  As he spoke, he picked one up from the shelf, patted the gun body hard, and said to Hardy:

  "M1941 Johnson semi automatic rifle, a firearm installed in the Marine Corps. You should be familiar with it, right?"

  Hardy's consciousness has been completely integrated with Hardy's, and he is indeed very familiar with this rifle. Taking the gun handed over by Old Mike, he felt extremely comfortable.

"Click!"

  Hardy pulled the gun bolt hard.

  clatter.

  Pull the trigger gently.

  "This gun is well maintained." Hardy said, touching the rifle.

  Old Mike smiled and said, "I am not only good at selling guns but also selecting and maintaining them. When I purchase these guns, I carefully select them. After I get them back, I maintain them myself to ensure that every gun here is in the best condition."

  "I want this one," Hardy said immediately.

  Old Mike smiled and nodded.

  "For 105 US dollars, I'll give you 100 rounds of ammunition."

  This price is not low; it is almost half a month's salary for an ordinary worker.

  "Old Mike, these guns of yours are all second hand goods. Besides, the production cost of these guns is only a few dozen dollars. You are selling them too expensively." Sean said next to him.

  Old Mike curled his lips and said, "A chicken lays an egg for the price of a stick of her butt. according to your logic should i give you the eggs for free?"

  Hardy was amused by the old man's words and said: "For $100 give me 200 rounds of ammunition."

  "OK, no problem. ." Old Mike readily agreed.

  Keep going forward arriving at the sub machine guns area.

  "As for sub machine guns, do you want one? The Thompson sub machine gun, known as the Chicago typewriter, and the German MP40 sub machine gun, STG 44."

  Hardy didn't think much and asked for a Chicago typewriter. This thing is a perfect match for gangsters.

  As for the pistols he asked for two M1911s. The two pistols given by Bill had been use to kill Cook, were thrown into the river. Hardy decided to replenish them.

  Then he picked out a very beautiful Colt revolver.

  Finally, Hardy saw the Winchester M1887 repeating shotgun. When Cook shot him with this gun, he thought that he must get one in the future. Now that he saw it in Old Mike's place, Hardy did not hesitate to get one.

  There were also machine guns, grenades, and even explosives and other munitions in the warehouse. The old man asked Hardy if he wanted them, but Hardy shook his head and refused.

  "We'll talk about it when we need it."

  Old Mike smiled and said, "Okay, come and get whatever you need, and I'll give you a preferential price."

  He offered a discount, three short guns and the matching bullets cost a total of four hundred and sixty dollars.

  Yesterday, Hardy got eighteen hundred US dollars and spent a quarter of it at once, but the money was spent happily.

  There is a shooting range behind the gun shop. Hardy took his gun to the shooting range to practice. Facing the 50-meter target, he almost hit the target, and the discus target made a clanging sound.

  Sean and Ryder were also shooting together, but their results were far behind, and they couldn't compare with Hardy.

  "Jon, your marksmanship is so accurate, not even one of our ten shots hit the target." Sean said it with envy.

  "Marksmanship is all learned with bullets. When you fire thousands of rounds, you can become a sharpshooter." Hardy said.

  Old Mike nodded beside him. "What Jon said is right. If you want to be good at marksmanship, you need to practice more."

  He picked up the gun and fired at the iron plate repeatedly. There was no time to aim at it. Every time he fired the iron plate, there was a loud bang, and the old man left calmly after the demonstration.

  Looking at old Mike's somewhat hunched back.

  Hardy was amazed by the old mike skill's.

  Playing until about four o'clock in the afternoon, they left the old Mike's Gun Store, wandered around several bars, and finally came to Bunny Nightclub.

  At this moment, the sky was getting dark, and drinkers came to the door one after another. Hardy, Shawn, Ryder, and three other people got out of the car. The guard at the door saw the three people saying hello and letting them in.

  "Let's find a place to sit. Actually, there's very little going on." Sean said.

  As he was walking in, a gorgeous woman with blond hair, a tall figure, and a red coat walked by. She saw Sean, said hello, and finally looked at Hardy.

  A pair of wonderful eyes looked him up and down with interest.

  "Sean, who is this handsome guy?"

  Sean quickly introduced, "Jon Hardy, my new boss, is now in charge of this area."

  "Jon, this is Marissa."

  Marissa walked forward two steps. She stepped forward, her high heels clattering on the wooden floor, and she stopped only when she got close to Hardy.

  The woman is very tall. Hardy is now over 1.8 meters tall, but Marissa is not much shorter standing in front of him.

  The woman looked at Hardy with her brown eyes, smiled, and stretched out her hand. "Hello, Mr. Hardy, nice to meet you?"

  "Nice to meet you."

  Hardy has no phobia about women.

  Smiling, he reached out and shook hands with the other person.

  "Let's have a drink together when you have time."

"Of course."

  Marissa curled her red lips towards Hardy, showed a smile, turned around, and left on high heels, her waist twisted as enchantingly as a willow.

  It took Ryder a long time to look away from the woman's back, and he said to Hardy with envy:

  "She has never spoken to us like this, including Bill, but today she is very enthusiastic about you. It seems that your handsome face is very popular with women."

  Sean smiled and said, "Jon, Marissa is the most beautiful woman among the bunny girls. She is charming and attracts many customers. The boss offers her the highest commission."

Hardy thought of a word.

Night princess.

  There were many such people in KTVs in later generations who would warm up the scene and attract drinkers to come and spend money, but this Marissa in front of him rank among the best ones he has ever seen.

  Sean continued: "Many men are pursuing her, but few can get her."

  "The way she looked at you just now seems to be interested in you. If you work harder, you might have a chance to climb into her bed in the future. ."