"This gun is a good thing..."
In the gloomy room, a pale, old, skinny blond man stroked his Remington M870 shotgun with emotion:
"It was produced two years ago. Look at the muzzle. It has a constricted throat!"
As we all know, guns can be equipped with accessories.
For example, silencers, flash suppressors, muzzle protectors, muzzle brakes, etc.
Shotguns are no exception and have their own exclusive muzzle accessory, the choke.
A shotgun without a choke will have its pellets spread too widely, like a ball of loose sand. While it can cause large casualties at close range, it will also shorten the flight distance of its bullets.
In order to increase the individual lethality and range of shotguns, gun manufacturing companies developed chokes.
As the name suggests, the function of the choke is to make the bullets fired from the barrel more dense and fly farther.
In this way, the shotgun with a choke is equipped with a barrage of bullets in the shape of an hourglass.
“It’s really good stuff...”
Makoto Sakaki picked up the Remington M870 shotgun on the table, opened the magazine with a click, and found that it was already filled with No. 12 shotgun shells, with 7 rounds of ammunition available, ready for use at any time.
Overall...
This shotgun is in at least 99% condition, without any damage, and is as close to brand new as can be.
"It hasn't seen blood yet."
The blond man, who looked like a skeleton, put his legs on the table, played with a butterfly knife, and said:
"You are a man of discernment."
"My temper suits my taste..."
"2000 meters of knives, take the gun, and I'll give you 50 extra bullets."
"It's a good gun..."
Sakaki Makoto smiled and put the Remington M870 back on the table:
"pity..."
"This thing is too conspicuous to be carried on the street at any time."
"Conspicuous?"
The thin man looked at him in astonishment, wanting to complain...
Your outfit is already arrogant enough, it would be unreasonable if you don't carry a shotgun!
"So what kind of gun do you want?"
The butterfly knife rolled in his hand. The thin man stretched his neck, leaned down, took another sip, shuddered with pleasure, and said with green eyes:
"Want a bite?"
“No need.”
Sakaki Makoto checked the time:
"I'm in a hurry. Do you have an M1911, or a Beretta M92F, or a MK23?"
Guns are about practicality, not fancy stuff.
Pistols like the Desert Eagle are powerful, but their strong recoil and size have been criticized.
"I don't have Beretta or MK23..."
The thin man opened the drawer and threw a Colt M1911 onto the table:
"I only have one M1911, and it's my personal firearm. I won't sell it."
“But I have a substitute…”
He gave a look, and the subordinate standing beside him understood and took out another weapons box.
"German-made .45 caliber USP pistol, newly launched two years ago, in such good condition, you can only buy it from me in New York."
The thin man said with a smile:
"800 meters of knives, bullets are not included."
Sakaki Makoto was about to speak...
Suddenly, the alarm rang outside the door, and one black armored truck after another came rushing in, with FBI engraved on them.
“Brother!”
The men broke open the door and shouted:
"The FBI is here!"
"What?!"
The thin man was shocked:
"How many people are here?"
"Not sure, at least 50 people!"
When he heard that there were 50 people on the other side, the thin man's heart skipped a beat and thought it was not good.
Although he sells guns, traffics drugs, runs a pink hotel, and forms gangs, he is a good citizen!
The police have always had a very loose control over the Bronx, often turning a blind eye, making it a no man's land...
Why did the FBI suddenly come to our door?
The thin man's gaze shifted to Sakaki Makoto, who was standing opposite him, and his eyes narrowed:
"You are an FBI agent. Buying a gun is fake, but arresting me is real?"
"Me, the FBI?"
As if he had heard a joke, Sakaki Makoto shook his head, pulled out the stack of rice knives that Vermouth had given him, threw them on the table, and said:
"Remington M870, USP, I want them all..."
"Where's the back door?"
The FBI's arrival was somewhat beyond Sakaki Makoto's expectations.
I am afraid....
The other party had taken over the New York City Department of Transportation and retrieved the surveillance video, which is how they discovered his whereabouts.
The one who comes is not kind...
Looking at the banknotes on the table, the thin man took a deep breath and understood.
The FBI's target is not their gang at all, but...
Sakaki Makoto!
You can’t wash yourself clean even if you jump into the Yellow River!
The thin man is not afraid of the FBI, but he hates being involved and getting into unnecessary trouble!
"Jack, take him to the back door!"
Thinking about it...
The thin man did not hand Sakaki Makoto over, but instead wanted to send him out of the yard.
"Brother, the FBI came prepared this time!"
The man who knocked on the door said nervously:
"They even sent out the SWAT team!"
"I, Ramsay, have been around for so many years, what storms and waves have I not seen?"
The thin man snorted, picked up a cigarette, and walked out angrily.
Outside the door...
The fully armed SWAT anti-terrorist team, with radios on their shoulders and M4A1 carbines in hand, surrounded the yard with the cover of the car door. The red laser spot was concentrated on Rams' forehead, which was a bit dazzling.
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