Chapter 131: Isn’t Staying Alive Better?
Chapter 131: Isn’t Staying Alive Better?
Gao Jing was starting to understand the tricks of the weapon shops here now.
No doubt, the hooded man before him was connected to Old John the gun store owner.
Otherwise, it wouldn’t be possible that Gao Jing had just stepped out, and the guy chased after him.
But this suited Gao Jing’s interests too.
He asked, “How much commission do I need to pay you?”
The hooded man looked left and right and pointed to the alley by the side, saying, “Let’s talk over there.”
“Okay.”
Gao Jing agreed without thinking.
If it were someone else, they would have hesitated, worrying the other guy was pulling a trick.
But Gao Jing was really not scared.
Following the hooded man and his pal, Gao Jing went into the alley.
This alley went to who knows where; up ahead was pitch black with no end in sight.
High on the right wall hung a street lamp.
Even though the bulb wasn’t high wattage, it lit up a pretty big space.
Under the street lamp was a shut door, and a tattooed man in hip-hop clothes leaned against it smoking.
He was clearly the hooded man’s buddy too.
“Ten thousand US dollars.”
The hooded man stopped under the street lamp, licked his lips, and said to Gao Jing, “I will fix it for you.”
Gao Jing was quiet for a bit and replied, “Five thousand.”
He didn’t know the going rate for this “proxy buying” at all.
He thought it wouldn’t be cheap.
But bargaining was a must, or he’d be seen as too easy to trick.
“What I meant by ten thousand is…”
The hooded man pointed at his pal and said, “Ten thousand each, so twenty thousand for two guys. What you want is way too much stuff; I can’t buy it all by myself.”
His pal was a big sturdy guy called Old Black, who grinned when he heard this.
Showing a friendly smile and bright white teeth.
Gao Jing nodded: “That makes sense, so just ten thousand US dollars for both of you.”
“Motherfucker!”
The hooded man cursed in anger: “No way!”
Gao Jing said: “Farewell.”
“Wait!”
He hadn’t even turned around when the hooded man called out to him: “Add some more.”
“Not adding.”
“Fuck!!!”
The hooded man finally gave in.
But over how to pay, a new fight started between them.
The hooded man wanted Gao Jing to pay for the guns first, and give the “proxy fee” after getting the stuff.
How would Gao Jing agree to that!
The number of guns he was buying was huge, plus the bullets that went with them, costing more than sixty thousand US dollars in all.
But that wasn’t a reason to pay upfront.
“Fuck! Fuck!”
The hooded man spat like crazy and, seeing Gao Jing was unmoved by any push or pull, said sharply: “You stay right here!”
He and Old Black pal left fast.
In the alley, only Gao Jing and the tattooed man smoking by the door stayed.
The mood felt awkward.
The tattooed man paused a moment, pulled out a smoke and asked: “Buddy, want one?”
Gao Jing’s mouth twisted slightly: “Thanks, don’t need it.”
“Huh.”
The tattooed man unhappily put his smoke back and said: “Don’t worry, we Hellcat folks are the most trustworthy.”
What made you think I was worried?
Gao Jing saw a flame chain cat head mark tattooed on his neck.
Exactly like the one on the arm of Old Black from before.
Clearly they were in the same group.
The hooded man was gone fast and came back real fast.
In his hand, he held an extra big carry bag.
His Old Black pal was carrying two big ones.
Gao Jing bought in one go three Remington M870, AK74, M16, three Colt Pythons and Desert Eagles, and two Barrett M107A1.
Plus the bullets that matched them, and it was heavy for sure.
The Barrett M107A1 is a semi-automatic anti-tank rifle, using 12.7mm ammo, good for shooting over 2000 meters, weighing 11.1 kg.
A killer gun like that could only be sold right on the shelf in America, which loves gun freedom.
Because it was almost 1.5 meters long.
So both Barrett guns came apart in their own boxes, needing to be put together by hand.
Inside the boxes were instruction papers.
After Gao Jing counted the weapons and found no problems, he paid the hooded man the cash for the guns and bullets plus the proxy fee.
Before flying to New York City, he got someone to trade lots of US dollars.
It was just for this job ahead.
It felt like getting cheap deals.
USA was pretty fun.
“Hey, buddy.”
As Gao Jing picked up the three big bags to leave, the hooded man—fresh from counting the money—stopped him again.
Gao Jing frowned, giving a puzzled look.
“Don’t get it wrong.”
The hooded man habitually licked his lips and asked: “Want some stuff with more kick?”
With more kick?
Gao Jing’s interest was immediately piqued. “How so?”
“Want it?”
The hooded man said, “Tomorrow night, same time. Come here to find me. I’ll definitely be here.”
Gao Jing thought for a moment. “OK.”
Having said that, he walked away.
“Remember, we only take cash.”
The hooded man reminded him. He stared intensely at Gao Jing’s retreating figure.
His eyes flickered.
But until Gao Jing disappeared at the alley’s entrance.
He made no other move.
Gao Jing, having left the alley, found an unnoticed spot nearby.
He stored all the gun bags into his Storage Space.
He also released his Giant Form, changing back to his original clothes.
He returned to the Orient Culture Hotel.
Gao Jing had originally planned to leave New York City the next day, heading to another place.
But he was very intrigued by the “more exciting stuff” mentioned by the hooded man, so he stayed one more day.
Ji Yu naturally had no objection.
Two days were far from enough to explore all the famous spots in New York City.
That night, seeing Gao Jing pour her another cup of Hundred-Fruit Wine, she asked suspiciously, “Why do I feel like you’re trying to get me drunk? Are you plotting something bad?”
Ji Yu knew very well the potency of this wine by now.
Her alcohol tolerance wasn’t truly bad, but one cup guaranteed she’d be drunk.
Gao Jing chuckled. “You guessed right.”
Ji Yu gave him a charming glare.
Her pretty face flushed crimson, perhaps thinking of something.
She raised the cup and downed the wine in one go.
Senior Ji knew full well now the benefits this fruit wine brought her.
She clearly felt her complexion had improved a lot recently, and she felt years younger.
She felt like she was back in her girlhood.
Full of energy and life!
Most importantly, Ji Yu knew Gao Jing would never harm her.
So she peacefully got drunk and passed out.
Carefully placing the still-smiling Senior on the bed, Gao Jing quietly left the hotel.
After altering his appearance and changing his clothes, he returned to the alley beside Old John’s Arms shop.
The timing was perfect.
“You’re very punctual.”
Waiting by the door wasn’t the tattooed man who once offered Gao Jing a cigarette, but the hooded man.
This time, he wasn’t wearing his hood, revealing a young, gaunt face.
“Follow me.”
The hooded man pulled open the heavy security door.
Gao Jing followed him inside without any hesitation.
Beyond the door, a metal spiral staircase descended steeply into the deep underground.
Pipes of various sizes lined both sides of the stairs, connected to dials, some hissing steam.
It felt like stepping into the guts of some mechanical beast.
At the bottom of the spiral stairs stood another door.
The hooded man’s companion from last night, Old Black, stood expressionless before the door.
The hooded man gave him a look.
Old Black nodded and opened the door.
Entering further, they found a surprisingly spacious office!
It was decked out rather lavishly.
Lush, expensive Persian carpets covered the floor. To the right was a set of black leather sofas. The left held a large boss’s desk. Paintings and a deer head trophy hung on the walls.
A huge crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, lighting every corner of the office clearly.
When the hooded man brought Gao Jing in, four or five rough-looking men were gathered around the sofas playing cards.
A middle-aged white man with a scar on his left cheek lounged lazily in a swivel chair, puffing a Cigar and sipping champagne.
Smoke curled thickly in the lively atmosphere.
“Boss.”
The hooded man went straight to the boss’s desk. He leaned close to the scarred man’s ear and whispered a few words.
The scarred man glanced at Gao Jing. “You bring the money?” he asked, his voice low.
His attitude was incredibly arrogant. He looked at Gao Jing like he was an ant.
The kind you crush without effort.
Gao Jing didn’t change expression. He placed the briefcase he’d brought on the desk.
Click, click – he flipped open the latches.
Inside were stacks upon stacks of 100 US Dollar bills!
The scarred man instinctively straightened up, putting down his glass, his eyes flashing with greed.
He smiled.
Gao Jing suddenly sighed at that moment.
The scarred man was caught off guard. “What?” he asked warily.
Gao Jing looked directly at him, asking very seriously, “Isn’t staying alive great?”
The next instant, the Crimson Snake Aura suddenly burst out from within him.
Instantly filling the entire room!