Chapter 394: A stable job (please collect, recommend and vote)

Chapter 394 A Stable Job (Please bookmark, recommend, and vote monthly)

 “Hey, Tyrell, I need some gadgets, you should have them here, right.” Curtis and this guy named Tyrell finally finished catching up.

"Of course, but who is this friend of yours?" Tyrell looked at Xu Chuan, who was wrapping himself tightly.

“You can call me Barr.” Xu Chuan stretched out his gloved hand and shook his hand in a friendly manner.

"Hi, Barr, but don't think that I haven't played Diablo." He could understand that people who came to him didn't want their true identity to be known, but that didn't mean that his name could be used as a joke. This was the bottom line.

Xu Chuan smiled, took out a roll of banknotes and threw it to him, "Show us your collection."

Tyrell took it and looked at the thickness, then immediately smiled and said, "No problem, Boss Barr."

 “Dude, your boundaries are really flexible.”, Curtis quipped.

Tyrrell looked at him, "I always treat my friends this way."

 “Your friend is a dollar bill.”

Tyrell opened a door, and there was another blast-proof door with a password lock inside. Under his gaze, Xu Chuan and the two took two steps back, and then used their short bodies to block the front and enter the password.

“Wow, man, the LAPD is going to kill you.” This is simply an arsenal. If the ATF (Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives) discovers this place, this month’s KPI should be completed at once.

 The house, or rather the warehouse, is filled with all kinds of weapons, pistols of various calibers, and automatic weapons of all types can almost be found here.

Xu Chuan picked up a KimberCustomII series M1911. It had obviously been modified and replaced with better quality barrels, triggers and other accessories. There was also a ten-round extended magazine, making the entire gun more smooth to operate.

 “It’s really good.” Xu Chuan looked at the short Tyrell, but he didn’t expect that a person can’t be judged by his appearance.

“You don’t have to worry about exposure. All the guns here are clean, have no serial numbers, and there are no ballistic records in the government database.” When talking about his professional field, Tyrell looked proud.

"However, your modification style is too obvious, and you will get yourself into trouble sooner or later." Xu Chuan took a SIG516 that he often used recently, and replaced the light handguard and stock, as well as the competition-grade barrel and trigger. It feels much better than the batch from Umbrella.

"Of course I understand this, but I can't stand those flaws." Tyrell looked a little annoyed. He couldn't make much money with this craft, just because he didn't do everyone's business. The gun he modified killed several policemen, and he would have to go to prison for the rest of his life even if he didn't die.

Xu Chuan looked at Curtis, and the guy quickly responded, "Boss, I guarantee that this guy has a very clean background. He has no other criminal record except gun trafficking."

Xu Chuan wanted to complain, how the **** is this clean, but in America this is really not a serious crime.

"Do you want a stable job?" Looking at the confused Tyrell, Xu Chuan continued, "My company needs talents like you. If you are interested, you can contact this guy."

Umbrella's current equipment department can only be regarded as a warehouse. The maintenance and upkeep of the firearms are all done by the team members themselves. Some daily maintenance is of course no problem, but if it is modified, it will be a little inadequate.

 Swager had done a lot of the work before. He was Umbrella's most capable person, but he couldn't compare to Prior.

 “Hey, man, I don’t want to join any gangs.”

Xu Chuan shook his head and had no intention of explaining to him. "We'll talk about this later. Let's solve the immediate problem first." He picked two KAC SR-16 rifles and two Kimber 1911 rifles, each with four bullets. magazine, two pistol magazines, a tactical vest and various accessories, and the most important sound-picking and noise-cancelling headphones. Shooting in such a tunnel, even with a silencer, can make people's ears ring for a long time.

The price Tyrell gave was definitely 3-5 times the price on the market. This guy finally gave them a box of grenades, which was considered a discount, but Xu Chuan still ordered two ski masks with skull patterns.

“Hey, Curtis, I don’t want to see your body on the news tomorrow.” The two have known each other for many years and still have feelings for each other.

“Brother, you are really overthinking this. We are not KB members and we are not going to rob banks.”

Getting in the car, Xu Chuan took out his phone. Brian’s message had already been sent over, “They are pretty good at hiding in the subway tunnels.”

The subway system here is operated by private companies. Due to cost considerations, it is impossible to hire too many employees. As a result, many maintenance channels in the tunnels are not used all year round, which allows many people to take advantage of the loopholes.

 Martin Riggs and Roger Murtaugh were tied to chairs. Gideon Lane stood in front of him and looked at them. The situation was reversed.

"I can't dig out any truth without some hard work." Gideon rolled up his sleeves, "So, who wants to go first?"

 “Me first”, this is Riggs.

 “He first”, this is murto.

"Yes, I'm glad you said that." Gideon pointed at Murtaugh, and one of his men took out a device similar to a medical stun machine from the box.

Riggs yelled, "Hey, come torture me, don't touch him." Murtaugh had heart surgery and still needs the help of a pacemaker.

Gideon looked at him, "Yes, I just want to torture you. I want you to watch your partner die." This is an expert, and he saw his weakness in an instant.

Murto's screams came from the tunnel. The two people who had already entered looked at each other. Xu Chuan shook his head and did not speed up. Whether the two of them died or not was none of his own business. He didn't want to be alone. I accidentally stepped on an anti-personnel mine or something.

However, it seems that Gideon did not defend the passage, but there was a Mexican with a gun on guard at the corner. Xu Chuan could clearly see that he was one of the men who shot at him.

The two communicated with gestures. Curtis picked up a rusty iron bar on the ground and planned to knock it on the pipe next to him to make some noise and attract people over.

Xu Chuan stopped him resolutely. The gunman didn't look like a novice. Don't treat him as a fool.

 Curtis spread his hands and said, "Then what do you think we should do?" ’

what to do? After confirming that there were no traps in the last passage, Xu Chuan poked out the muzzle of his gun and killed the gunman with a quick short shot. Then Curtis directly threw an M7290 flash grenade. If he hadn't been worried about being blown up, Two cops would drive the LAPD crazy, so he threw the box of grenades over them.

In such a small space, the power of a flash bomb would increase exponentially, and Gideon and the others were all stunned by the flash.

 (End of this chapter)