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How new do you want it?
"Let me see your best stuff. [Fox] introduced me here, saying you have good things that other places don't have."
What's being sold here isn't ordinary stuff; it's the kind of firearms that Mojiang desperately needs.
88. Forget sniper rifles, I need extermination weapons!
Aiden recommended this store, saying that the things sold there were expensive, but worth the price.
The boss glanced at Mo Jiang but didn't move. "The best things cost money."
Mo Jiang smiled, opened the box in his hand, revealing stacks of banknotes inside.
"Obviously, I have money."
This money was all cash obtained by Mo Jiang after sweeping up several gangs in the surrounding area. Of course, some of it was protection money from bars and nightclubs.
Although Golden Wind had not contacted them, these guys were quite sensible and left their monthly protection fees at the Golden Wind signpost left in Mojiang.
Mo Jiang had no intention of refusing, and would go out every month to collect the money.
After all, if you don't collect the protection money from the bar, someone else will, and it will also cause conflicts between gangs.
The Golden Wind gang has collected protection money, which means this is their territory and will deter other gangs from venturing here.
After all, the gangs that had robbed the victims were either lucky enough to end up crippled and hospitalized, or unlucky enough to disappear without a trace, their bodies never even being found.
Those gangs don't believe, like the outside world, that the missing people might still be alive.
The ferocity and ruthlessness of the Golden Wind during this period have shocked many people.
At the same time, the fact that they collected protection money without anyone noticing adds even more urban horror elements to [Golden Wind].
Because no one has witnessed any members of the Golden Winds, other gangs have suffered fatal blows, giving rise to a kind of urban horror story surrounding the Golden Winds in Chicago.
Many even believe that the members of the Golden Wind are not human, but some kind of non-human entity that can only appear at night.
After glancing at the money in the box, the shopkeeper nodded. "Come with me."
The two went through a small door behind the counter and wandered around until they arrived at a stairwell.
Mo Jiang suddenly realized that the room was like an elevator, quickly closing tightly, sealing itself completely in all directions. Red lights flashed around, followed by a synthesized, flat male voice saying:
"Gun scan in progress, no firearms found."
"Tool scanning in progress, no tools found."
"Biochemical gas scanning is underway, and no toxic substances have been detected."
"Electronic tracker scan in progress, no tracker or eavesdropping device found."
"All is safe, elevator in operation."
They felt a slight sense of weightlessness, then the door in front of them opened, and the boss led the way, and soon they arrived at a basement.
The basement was very sturdy and well-sealed, and filled with all sorts of military equipment.
Even though Mo Jiang doesn't know much about firearms, he can still recognize several very familiar guns.
AK47, Desert Eagle, Glock...
The boss led him to a small, simply furnished room. The two sat down, and soon someone placed various firearms on the table.
"The Glock 3-inch automatic pistol has low recoil and is a shortened version that uses .0.45 ACP ammunition."
"The Benelli M3T tactical submachine gun is a detachable and folding weapon that can provide extremely powerful suppressive fire in a short time."
"The Kalashnikov Model 1947 automatic rifle, the king of assault rifles, operates on a gas-operated automatic principle with a rotating bolt, is chambered in 7.62mm caliber, fires 7.62×39mm M1943 intermediate cartridges, and is fed by a 30-round curved magazine. It can be fired in semi-automatic or fully automatic modes."
"The M82A1 sniper rifle, SASR, is used by special forces. It adopts a short-recoil principle and a semi-automatic firing mode. It is mainly used for anti-material attacks and explosive ordnance disposal. When equipped with high-energy ammunition, it can effectively destroy targets such as radar stations, trucks, and parked fighter jets."
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The shopkeeper introduced a wide variety of guns, ranging from the M500, which is more suitable for hunting, to anti-materiel weapons.
At the same time, Mo Jiang clearly sensed when he made contact that as long as he bought the item, he could put it into his inventory.
Of course, you can also steal it.
But a store that dares to sell guns must have more firepower than this guy who wants to be a robber.
If they really intended to rob it, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to leave this door alive.
These guns were empty, but the guards around them were all fully loaded, and the cramped space made it difficult to dodge.
If a fight were to really break out, Mo Jiang didn't think he could last five minutes.
With a crossfire force of at least eighteen people, let alone him, even Zhang Wuji, who had mastered the Nine Yang Manual, would be defeated.
"Sir, is there anything you like?"
Mo Jiang glanced at the cameras and microphones on the table. The equipment here was good, but it wasn't cheap either.
According to his calculations, it would probably only be enough to buy one fully automatic rifle and one sniper rifle.
But in his opinion, a grenade launcher should be added to this.
"I heard you have [repelling weapons] here?"
A casual question caused the shopkeeper to freeze in shock before he replied as if nothing had happened, "A weapon to drive away enemies? What kind of firearm? I've never heard of it."
If it were anyone else, they would definitely be fooled by the boss's acting skills.
But Mo Jiang saw it clearly; the boss's reaction said it all.
[Destroyer Weapon], the most powerful gun in Watch Dogs, can only fire two shots per magazine. One shot will disable the vehicle and cause the engine to catch fire and explode.
The two shots caused the helicopter to explode with sparks, making it impossible to continue tracking.
[Destroyer Weapon] Even among anti-materiel weapons, its destructive power is probably among the top.
Furthermore, it seems to have no real-world counterpart; it is a weapon unique to this world.
Mo Jiang wanted that anti-materiel weapon more than the ones on display.
Judging from the boss's expression, he probably doesn't intend to discuss this matter.
Just as Mo Jiang was considering whether to find an opportunity to test the waters, the boss suddenly spoke up, "You were introduced by [Fox]. Are you interested in taking on a commission?"
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89. Don't talk to me about interests or money.
"Don't talk to me about interests, talk about money."
Mo Jiang neither agreed nor refused, but instead asked the question that concerned him most, "First, tell me what I can get in return for this commission?"
If it were just about money, it wouldn't hold much appeal for Mojiang.
Currently, the income of [Golden Wind] is healthy enough, and although Mo Jiang doesn't have a lot of money, it's definitely not a small amount either.
When Aiden made the recommendation, he specifically mentioned that this store was special.
Just based on this alone, the owner of this shop is definitely not a simple person.
A job that can be entrusted to someone who has access to military weapons is definitely not a simple one.
"If you can complete the mission, I will provide you with weapons and ammunition at the regular market price."
Mo Jiang's pupils contracted slightly. Providing weapons and bullets at the price of the regular market—these sixteen words were no trivial matter.
Their current transactions are conducted according to black market standards.
Without asking why, without considering the purpose, it's a simple cash-on-delivery transaction, and...
It's ridiculously expensive.
Black market transactions are inherently much more expensive than those in the formal market.
"Even if I wanted the weapons for an entire army, would it be the same?"
Hearing this, the boss grinned and said, "If you can really place an order for an entire army, I guarantee you a discount on the market price, and I also guarantee that the supplies you receive will be those used by the army in active service."
With that statement, Mo Jiang had a pretty good idea of the boss's background.
This guy is very likely to have a military-industrial complex background and may be reselling weapons from active-duty troops.
Mo Jiang, who had intended to refuse the commission, hesitated to speak. Should he grasp the tentacles of such a military-industrial complex?
The answer to this question was quickly found.
He needed a boss who could provide a large amount of weaponry. Whether in medieval Skarlitz or in the chaos of the late Yuan Dynasty, having weapons meant being able to raise an army.
Raise a team, establish a base, collect local resources, and then convert those resources with those of the other three worlds.
In this way, Mo Jiang's strength and influence will grow like a snowball.
"Where to? How many to kill?"
Once he realized the importance of this commission to him, Mo Jiang's aura changed.
He didn't bother asking about the background or the consequences of the matter, and went straight to asking about the most immediate mission objective.
After all, the only commissions that military-industrial complex personnel can undertake are either sending the president's accountant to space or sending an idiot who wants to ban guns to space.
In any case, it all boils down to the word "kill".
For a fleeting moment, the boss even felt that what was standing in front of him was not a human being, but a ravenous tiger.
The boss didn't speak, but instead invited Mo Jiang into a small room.
The room contained only a table, two chairs, a computer, and a projector; there was nothing else inside.
The boss took out his phone and placed it on the table. "I hope what I'm about to say won't be recorded."
Mo Jiang also took out his phone, turned it off, and placed it on the table.
He bought the phone after he got his ID; as for modern phones, he didn't carry them with him at all.
After all, the hacking techniques in this world made him a little apprehensive, worried that someone might discover something through his phone.
"We lost something because of a stupid drunk driving incident and would like to ask you to find it."
Mo Jiang didn't reply, continuing to wait for the boss to provide more information.
"The missing item is a prototype. Based on our intelligence, there is reason to believe that it has fallen into the hands of a gang."
The boss paused for a moment, then continued with the intelligence report, "Our people are negotiating with that gang, but progress hasn't been going well. So the mission is to retrieve the [prototype], or more precisely, the data stored in the [prototype]'s memory."
Stealing or reclaiming a prototype from a gang doesn't sound like a difficult problem.
However, the difficulty of this task depends on which gang it belongs to.
"So, the gang you're talking about, is it the Southern Community? Or the Vansroy Gang?"
"No, it's 【暴1'ling奇捌私棋师轳徒】."
Good. Not the number one gang in Chicago, nor the number two, but not far off either.
[Thugs] are also a large gang that spans multiple districts in Chicago, with its tentacles reaching into every business area.
Mo Jiang immediately sneered, "The price you offered wasn't enough to take things back from the thugs."
Before the boss could speak, Mo Jiang continued, "You haven't reported the missing prototype to your superiors yet, because the loss is related to you. Once you report it, your path to advancement will be cut off."
"If your superiors found out, what would they do to you? Send you to a third-world country to sell AK47s? Or would they just strip you of all your power and make you start all over again?"
Why didn't the military-industrial complex negotiate with Lucky Quinn and instead use the Chicago underworld to retrieve the prototype?
Once they speak up, even Lucky Quinn will have to give them some face; getting back what they lost is no big deal.
The only explanation is that the loss of the items was related to the boss, which is why he didn't dare to report it and could only cover it up and find someone else to resolve the issue.
Mo Jiang tapped his fingers lightly on the table. "So, the price you offered wasn't enough."
That's definitely not enough. Simply offering a standard market price is insufficient; they expect Mojiang to fight against a gang like "The Thugs," a top-five force in Chicago...
He would never do a business that loses money.
"what do you want?"
"Give me a set of all the guns that were just laid out."