"Hey, Tyrell, I need some gadgets, you should have one here, right?" Curtis and the guy named Tyrell finally finished talking about the old one.
"Of course, but who is your friend?" Tyrel looked at Xu Chuan who had wrapped herself tightly.
"You can call me Bar." Xu Chuan friendlyly reached out his hand with gloves and shook him.
"Hello, Bar, but don't think I haven't played Diablo." He could understand that no one who came here wanted to be known to someone's true identity, but it doesn't mean that he can play with his name. This is the bottom line.
Xu Chuan smiled, took out a roll of paper money and threw it to him, "Show us your collection."
Tyrel took it and looked at the thickness, and immediately smiled, "No problem, Boss Barr."
"Brother, your bottom line is really flexible." Curtis mocked.
Tyrel looked at him, "I have always treated my friends like this."
"Your friend is US dollar bill."
Tyrel opened a door, and there was another explosion-proof door with a password lock inside. Under his gaze, Xu Chuan and the others took two steps before using their short and dull bodies to block the front and enter the password.
"Wow, man, LAPD will kill you." This is simply an arsenal. If the ATF (Guarantee and Guns and Explosives Administration) discovers this, the KPI of this month should be completed in one go.
The house, or warehouse, is filled with various weapons, pistols of various calibers, and automatic weapons of all types can be found here.
Xu Chuan picked up a Kimber Custom II series M1911, which was obviously modified and replaced with better quality barrels and triggers, as well as a ten-round extended magazine, making the entire gun more smoothly operated.
"It's really good." Xu Chuan looked at the short Tyrel, but he didn't expect that he was really a person who was not good at being handsome.
"You don't have to worry about the exposed problems. All the guns here are clean, there is no serial number, and there is no ballistic record in the government's database." Tyrel looked proud when talking about his professional field.
"However, your modification style is too obvious, and sooner or later it will cause trouble for yourself." Xu Chuan took a SIG 516 that he often used recently and replaced the light guard and buttstock, the competition-level barrel and trigger. The feel is much better than the ones in Umbrella.
"Of course I understand this, but I can't stand the flaws." Tyrel seemed a little upset. He couldn't make much money with this skill, because he didn't do all his business. If someone took the gun he changed, he would have to be in prison for the rest of his life if he didn't die.
Xu Chuan looked at Curtis, and the guy quickly reacted, "Boss, I promise this guy has a clean background. He has no other evidence except for selling guns."
Xu Chuan really wants to complain, what a clean thing is, but this is really not a serious crime in America.
"Do you want a stable job?" Looking at the puzzled Tyrel, Xu Chuan continued, "My company needs talents like you very much. If you are interested, you can contact this guy."
Umbrella's current equipment department can only be regarded as a warehouse. The maintenance and maintenance of firearms are done by the team members themselves. Of course, some daily maintenance is fine, but if you modify it, you will be unable to do it.
Many of the work I had done before were Swagg. He was the strongest player in Umbrellari, but he was not as good as Prior.
"Hey man, I don't want to join any gangsters."
Xu Chuan shook his head, not intending to explain to him, "Let's talk about this matter, let's solve the problem in front of him first." He picked two KAC SR-16 rifles, two Kimber 1911s, each rifle has four magazines, two pistol magazines, tactical vests and various accessories, and the most important sound pick-up and noise-cancelling headphones. He fired in such a tunnel, even if he had a silencer, he could make people's ears tinnitus for a long time.
The price given by Tyrel is definitely 3-5 times that of the market. This guy finally gave them a box of grenades, which was a discount, but Xu Chuan still went with two ski masks with skull patterns.
"Hey, Curtis, I don't want to see your body in tomorrow's news." These two people have known each other for many years and still have feelings.
"Brother, you're really thinking too much. We are not KB members and we are not going to steal the bank."
When he got into the car, Xu Chuan took out the phone and Bryan's news had already spread, "They are quite good at hiding the subway tunnel."
The subway system here is operated by private companies. For cost considerations, it is impossible to hire too many employees, so many maintenance channels in the tunnel are not used all year round, which makes many people take advantage of loopholes.
Martin Riggs and Roger Merto were tied to a chair, and Gideon Ryan stood in front of him and watched them, and the situation turned around.
"If I don't have some hard ones, I shouldn't be able to tell the truth." Gideon rolled up his sleeves, "So, who wants to come first?"
"I'll start", this is Riggs.
"He first", this is Moto.
"Yes, I'm glad you said that." Gideon pointed to Meto, and one of his men took out a device similar to a medical shock device from the box.
Riggs shouted, "Hey, come and torture me, don't touch him." Merto had a heart surgery and still needs the help of a pacemaker.
Gideon looked at him, "That's right, I just want to torture you, I want you to watch your partner die." This is the expert, and he saw his weakness in an instant.
Meto's scream came from the tunnel. The two who had already come in looked at each other. Xu Chuan shook his head and did not speed up the speed of progress. They both didn't care about their own affairs if they were dead. He didn't want to step on an anti-infantry mine or something.
However, it seems that Gideon did not set up defenses on the passage, but there was a Mexican with a gun on the corner to alert him. Xu Chuan saw clearly that he was one of them who fired at him.
The two of them communicated with gestures. Curtis picked up a rusty iron bar on the ground and knocked it at the pipe beside him, causing some noise to come out and lead the person over.
Xu Chuan firmly stopped him. The gunman didn't look like a novice, so don't treat people as fools.
Curtis spread his hands and said, 'What do you think you should do?'
What to do? Cold salmon, after confirming that there was no trap in the last passage, Xu Chuan poked out the muzzle and shot the gunman with a quick short shot. Then Curtis directly threw out an M7290 flash bomb. If he hadn't been worried that killing two policemen would make LAPD crazy, he would have thrown the box of grenades over.
Chapter completed!