Blackstone Code Chapter 926: Wolf
The gentleman sitting across from Sanchez is a little uneasy.
A person like Sanchez is not a good thing at first glance. He has scars or tattoos on his face, head, back of hands and wrists. How can such a person be a "good person"?
This gentleman wanted to change positions, but felt that his sudden change of position might anger the gang member who had been staring at him, so he could only continue to pretend to be reading the newspaper.
"Hey, give me your newspaper."
The vicious man on the opposite side spoke. The man reading the newspaper didn't react at first, but then nodded again and again, "It's just right, I've finished reading it, so..."
He saw a one-dollar bill. He didn't know whether to accept it or not. He thought it was a "robbery" worth only fifty cents. very.
Just as he hesitated, Sanchez leaned forward, stuffed a dollar into the other's chest pocket, and brought the newspaper from the other's hand.
"Although very vicious, he should be a good person." The gentleman reading the newspaper thought so, at least the other party politely gave him the money first and took the newspaper, which showed that the other party was a civilized person.
Since you are a civilized person, you can't make random guesses based on the appearance of the other party.
He turned his head and looked at the scenery outside the car window, as if the dark night, like the ink in an ink bottle, never changed, was the most wonderful scenery at this moment.
Sanchez holds the newspaper and the veins in his neck roll up.
The photo in the newspaper was a snap shot, Lynch was walking in the crowd, just this photo captured his profile surrounded by the crowd.
Handsome, handsome, with an indescribable temperament piercing the newspaper.
But Sanchez, but very angry.
This is a thief, a thief, who stole his own wealth!
Now the problem has become more troublesome. It is not as simple as convincing his uncle, but to convince Lynch who is richer, has more status and power in the Federation.
This makes everything cumbersome.
At the same time, a murderous intent flashed in Sanchez's heart, and he can now kill his uncle without hesitation.
But before that, he has to get Lynch!
The next day, when the newspaper man woke up, the fierce guy was gone. He sorted out his clothes and walked out of the carriage with his briefcase.
The moment his leather shoes set foot on Bu Paine's land, an aura of "social elite" surged out of his body frantically.
Soon, he blended into the crowd and disappeared.
He didn't notice that there were a lot of policemen near the station, at least more than usual. These policemen were there to maintain order when necessary. Those who could really make a difference were the secret agents hiding in the crowd.
But they were destined to get nothing this time, because Sanchez had already jumped off the train just before it arrived at Bupen Station.
He would like to thank the federal technology level for not allowing the speed of the train here to exceed 100 kilometers per hour. Otherwise, if he jumped out of the car, it would not be as simple as getting up and walking. He might lose it. own life.
I changed my dress a little bit, and a homeless person entered Bu Paine with the homeless people who entered the city.
There are not many homeless people in Bupen. Everything here is very expensive, the burden of living on the homeless is very heavy, and those social elites in Bupen lack sympathy and compassion.
But after all, some people are reluctant to leave. After all, this is the core of the Federation, and even the food in the rescue station is better than other places.
No one cares if a homeless person enters the city in the morning, let alone checks their identity.
Dirty Sanchez entered the city without contacting anyone, especially Marillo's general.
Now international calls still have to be manually forwarded, he can't pick up the phone like a fool and tell the forwarder that he is a **** badass and is now exposing his target.
All he has to do now is find a way to talk to Lynch, but that first requires a gun.
Weapons are the foundation of friendly communication, he learned at the age of eight with a gun and a bullet, and it left his wrists swollen for over a week.
He came to a slightly remote antique shop owned by a man in his forties.
He was wiping some antiques, and when Sanchez came in, he glanced up, lowered his head and went about his business.
Sanchez walked over to the counter, looked at the environment, and then made his request, "I need a gun..."
The boss said without looking up, "Sorry, if you want weapons, please go to a supermarket or a weapons store, we don't sell weapons here."
The federal government also needs a license to sell weapons, which is related to the issue of the outflow of weapons.
Sanchez took out all his money, more than 1,600 yuan, and slapped it on the table.
Two coins fell to the ground disobediently, making a crisp crashing sound. He glanced at the silver-plated candle holder not far away, "I need a gun."
The owner of the antique store put down his work and looked Sanchez up and down. He reached out and pulled Sanchez's collar and saw the tattoo inside.
Tattoos have a certain meaning.
Religious meaning, or the nature of the gang, police, government workers, don't get tattoos easily, and the tattoo on Sanchez's chest clearly makes him look like a gang member.
The antique store owner then let go, shaking his head, "Not enough money."
This time, instead of letting Sanchez leave, he said that the money was not enough. Sanchez frowned, "There are about 1,800 yuan here."
"You can go to the weapons store across the street and buy a federally registered weapon for 1,350 bucks, and then you have to show your gun license and social security number, They can give you a hundred rounds at the end."
The owner of the antique shop still looks amazing, he tapped his finger on the counter, "But here, eighteen hundred dollars is not enough, you need two thousand five hundred dollars to buy a gun , and I only give you seven bullets."
"Fuck!"
Sanchez kicks the counter.
"It's 2,600 yuan now, you can kick a few more times, I don't mind!"
The owner of the antique shop looked at Sanchez's dangerous eyes, and without hesitation, he lifted his clothes. There was a holster inside. The lock of the holster was open, and there was a pistol inside.
Sanchez went back and forth twice, he really had no money on him, he searched every place where he could make money, and there was nothing more than a tenth coin.
But the uncompromising attitude of the antique store owner drives him a little crazy.
"Do you have pliers?" he asked suddenly.
"That thing is cheap, only two dollars." The antique store owner put a second-hand pliers on the counter.
Sanchez slammed his hands on the counter, banging the antique shop owner's hands into his arms.
He stared viciously at the boss. After staring for a while, he suddenly picked up the pliers and stuffed it into his mouth.
He pulled out a **** tooth abruptly in a roar that sounded like his whole body was being torn apart.
There is a diamond on it, which is his former worm tooth.
His doctor helped him mend the wormhole, and as he was about to backfill, he asked the doctor what was the hardest thing that wouldn't break so easily.
The doctor told him it was a diamond, so he had someone find a similar diamond and put it in his tooth.
"Bah...", he spat out a mouthful of blood and slapped the pliers on the counter, "This, add 1,800 yuan, and get a pistol and a box of bullets."
The owner of the antique shop was also intimidated by this ruthless man. Without anesthesia, he pulled out his teeth abruptly. The pain was only one aspect. That kind of ruthless heart showed that the person in front of him was definitely not ordinary. gang members.
He was silent for a moment, and from somewhere under the counter, he took out a box ~IndoMTL.com~ with a pistol inside.
"The number and serial number of the military-made gun that has just been retired have been wiped off, and no one can trace it." He said and put a box of bullets on the table, "Fifty bullets."
Sanchez vomited two more mouths of blood in the process. He glanced up at the antique store owner, "Any painkillers?"
The boss hesitated for a while, then took out a small bottle and poured out a few pills, "Effective medicine, even if someone chops off your head within three hours, you won't feel it."
Sanchez nodded, picked up one and shoved it into his mouth, swallowing it with blood.
He quickly checked the pistol and left with the pistol and bullet.
The sunlight outside was just right, he lowered his head, and his cheeks gradually began to swell.
He tore a strip of cloth from his clothes, rubbed it tightly, shoved it into the wound in his mouth, and bit it tightly.
There is no pain, but the sense of touch is still there, which is amazing.
He even felt a little floating when he walked, as if he had eaten a poisonous mushroom by mistake.
This also reminded him of another big business on the border, the smuggling and selling of grimace mushrooms.
Thinking of all this mess, he avoided the main road and walked down the small road towards the city center, he had to see Lynch first.
At the same time, the entire Bupen's defense system was activated.
With the confirmation of the federal wanted order, major TV stations broadcast the news this morning. The newspaper man who was on his way found that the person on the wanted order seemed to be the guy sitting across from him.
He immediately found the nearest police station and explained his situation.
After the FBI agent took over, and after repeated questioning, he left the police station while everyone knew that Sanchez was back.