They found a small restaurant and ordered a burger and coffee. While eating, Sean said, "We can take a break now. Usually at three or four in the afternoon, bars and nightclubs will open. Let's go around and take care of their safety."

To put it bluntly, it depends on the situation.

"If someone is causing trouble, just kick out those damn drunks. It's usually easy to solve. We mainly focus on other gang members who may come to cause trouble, but that situation is rare. Each gang has its own territory, and people from other gangs generally won't step in."

"In the evening, I'll go around one by one, ask about the wine sales, and get the next day's orders. I usually finish work at one or two in the morning." Sean said in a relaxed tone.

In An Yi's opinion, the money they earn is actually hard-earned.

But in this society, everyone has a hard time.

"What about collecting the bills?" An Yi asked.

"We only have one fixed account, which is to ask the Spaniards for a share of the cocoa powder. Oh, it was Cook before, but he has been killed by you. I don't know who will be the next one." Sean said and looked at Anyi.

"There are also bill collection services for casinos and loan companies. You have to go to the company to take on tasks and find work on your own. I think it's not too late to do that after you become familiar with the business at hand."

An Yi began to understand that collecting bills for casinos and loan companies was actually a way to make extra money. He could take the job and make money, but he could do it or not.

An Yi thought of something, took a bite of the burger and asked Sean, "Is there any way to buy guns? I want to buy some guns."

Being in a gang, you may be in danger at any time. How can you not have a gun to protect yourself?

Bill's gun was thrown into the Los Angeles River after he killed someone, so he needed to prepare some handy weapons for himself.

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

After dinner, the three drove to a gun shop in the suburbs. The gun shop was quite large. When getting out of the car, Sean said, "Old Mike is also a member of our gang. He sells guns from regular channels as well as illegal guns. Most of the gang members buy their goods from him."

As he spoke, he opened the door and three of them walked in.

"Old Mike, we've got business." Sean shouted to an old man on a recliner.

Old Mike, with gray hair and a big beard, opened his eyes and stood up from the recliner. He looked at Sean, then turned to look at Anyi and asked, "Who is this?"

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

Old Mike walked up to An Yi and looked him up and down. "You were a soldier, right?"

"Yes, the Marines." An Yi said.

The old man nodded. "Well, I can feel that temperament in you. You must have experienced many battles. I was also a soldier and participated in World War I. I fought for the Austro-Hungarian Empire. Unfortunately, the country was defeated and the Austro-Hungarian Empire disappeared. I later came to the United States..."

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

Old Mike nodded, "Okay, follow me."

As he led the way,

Xiao En secretly curled his lips at An Yi and said to An Yi in a low voice: "Whenever there is a new person, he will nag about his old past."

An Yi smiled.

Several people walked to a big iron gate. Old Mike took out a bunch of keys from his body and opened the iron gate. When the iron gate opened, An Yi's eyes lit up.

The warehouse is filled with shelves filled with all kinds of weapons.

Guns and cars are men's favorites. There is almost no man who doesn'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, and some are eliminated from the battlefield, such as the M1 Garand rifle, the M1 Carbine rifle, the Mauser 98 rifle, the British Enfield rifle..."

He picked up a gun from the shelf, patted the gun body hard, and said to An Yi:

"The M1941 Johnson semi-automatic rifle is a Marine Corps rifle. You should be familiar with it, right?"

An Yi has completely merged with Hardy's consciousness and is indeed very familiar with this rifle. When he took the gun handed to him by Old Mike, he felt it was extremely handy.

“Crack!”

An Yi pulled the bolt hard.

Tsk.

Pull the trigger gently.

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

Old Mike smiled and said, "I'm not only good at selling guns, I'm also good at selecting and maintaining them. I carefully selected these guns when I purchased them, and I personally maintained them after I got them back to ensure that every gun here is in the best condition."

"I want this one." An Yi said immediately.

Old Mike smiled and nodded.

"For $105, you get 100 rounds of ammunition."

The price is not low, almost half a month's salary for an ordinary worker.

"Old Mike, these guns of yours are second-hand goods. Besides, the production cost of these guns is only a few dozen dollars. You are selling them at too high a price." Sean said from the side.

Old Mike curled his lips and said, "A hen only needs to lift its butt to lay an egg. Am I giving you the egg for free?"

An Yi was amused by the old man's words, "For $100, I'll give you 200 bullets."

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

Continue walking forward and you will reach the submachine gun area.

"How about submachine guns? How about one? The Thompson submachine gun, known as the Chicago Typewriter, the German MP40 submachine gun, the STG44..."

Without giving it much thought, An Yi asked for a Chicago typewriter, which was a perfect match for gangsters.

The pistol asked for two M1911s, the two that Bill had before, which were dismantled and thrown into the river after killing Cook. An Yi decided to replenish them for him.

Then he picked out a very nice Colt revolver.

Finally, An Yi saw the Winchester M1887 automatic shotgun. When Cook shot him with this gun, he had always thought that he must get one in the future. Now that he saw it here with Old Mike, An Yi bought it without hesitation.

There were machine guns, grenades and even explosives in the warehouse. The old man asked An Yi if he wanted any, but An Yi shook his head and refused.

"I'll tell you when I need you."

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

Although he said it was a good deal, the guy asked for every penny he paid. Three rifles, three pistols, and the matching bullets, the total cost was $460.

Yesterday, Anyi received 1,800 US dollars and spent a quarter of it in one go, but it was a pleasant experience to spend the money.

There is a shooting range behind the gun shop. An Yi took his gun to the shooting range to practice. Facing the 50-meter target, he almost hit it with every shot, and the iron target made a clanging sound.

Sean and Ryder were also shooting nearby, but their results were far inferior to An Yi's.

"Joan, you are such an accurate shooter. We may not even hit the target once out of ten shots." Sean said enviously.

"Shooting skills are developed by using bullets. When you have fired thousands or tens of thousands of rounds, you can become a sharpshooter." An Yi said.

Old Mike nodded and said, "Joe is right. If you want to be a good shooter, you need to practice more."

As he said this, he picked up the gun and fired repeatedly at the iron plate. He didn't even have time to aim. The iron plate exploded with each shot. After the old man finished shooting, he left in a leisurely manner.

Looking at old Mike's somewhat hunched back.

An Yixin said,

If this old Mike were placed in the world of martial arts, he would probably be a sweeping monk.

They played until around four in the afternoon, then left Old Mac's Gun Shop, wandered around a few bars, and finally came to the Bunny Girl Nightclub.

At this moment, it was getting dark and customers came one after another. An Yi, Sean Ryder and the other two got out of the car. The guard at the door saw the three of them, greeted them and let them go.

"Let's find a place to sit. There's not much to do here," Sean said.

As they were walking in, a tall, blonde, and gorgeous woman in a red coat walked by. When she saw Sean, she greeted him and finally looked at An Yi.

A pair of beautiful 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."

"Joan, this is Marissa."

Marissa took two steps forward, her high heels making a clattering sound on the wooden floor, and she stopped only when she was close to An Yi.

The woman was very tall. An Yi was now over 1.80 meters tall, and Marissa didn't seem much shorter than him when she stood in front of him.

The woman looked at An Yi with her brown eyes, smiled and extended her hand, "Hello, Mr. Hardy, can I meet you?"

"My honor."

An Yi is not gynophobic.

He smiled and stretched out his hand to shake hands with the other party.

"Would you like to have a drink together sometime?"

"Of course."

Marissa curled her red lips towards An Yi with a smile, then turned around and walked away in her high heels, her waist twisting as seductively as a willow.

It took Reid a long time to withdraw his gaze from the woman's back, and he said to An Yi with envy:

"He has never spoken to us like this before, including Bill. But today he is very enthusiastic towards you. It seems that being handsome is popular with women."

Sean smiled and said, "Joan, Marissa is the most beautiful woman in the Bunny Girls. She is charming and has attracted many customers. The boss offers her the highest commission."

An Yi comes to mind as a word.

Night club princess.

There are many such people in KTVs in later generations, who warm up the atmosphere and attract customers to spend money. However, the Marissa in front of us should be the best one.

In ancient China, it should be called Oiran.

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

"The way she looked at you just now, it seems like she's interested in you. Try harder, and maybe you'll have a chance to climb into her bed in the future."

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