At night, a gun club near Liberty Park in St. Newman City.

The store was deserted and quiet. The newly issued gun control regulations by the Safety Bureau were prominently attached to the glass door. The rules and regulations made many restrictions on buying guns and holding guns.

The boss John was about to close the door when he suddenly saw a figure outside the door from the corner of his eyes.

He couldn't help but frown. The person who came was a young girl with an oriental face. She was wearing a very literary white dress under her blue jacket and carrying a one-shoulder sports bag from an unknown gym. She looked very weird.

Did you go wrong? Or did the other party not recognize the sign? John looked up and down at the girl and felt that the other party didn't look like his client no matter how he looked.

Jian still noticed the boss's strange gaze, but she didn't take it seriously. After entering the store, she quickly locked the location of the thing she wanted.

She walked straight to the counter where the pistol was displayed, glanced around and then selected a point-four or five-caliber pistol produced by Colt.

"I want this, and there are two boxes of matching bullets."

John walked around the counter from the inside to confirm the type of gun Jane still wanted to buy, muttering in his heart that the pistol was not within the jurisdiction of the restriction order issued by the St. Newman City Security Bureau, but according to the rules, you still have to register for purchases.

He took the pistol out of the commodity display cabinet and placed it in front of Jian Yiran, and asked politely: "Do you need me to teach you how to use it? Madam."

After Jane picked up her pistol and skillfully exited the magazine to check, she demonstrated empty loading in front of John.

John's eyes flashed with surprise. He no longer treated the girl in front of him as a rookie. He quickly received two matching boxes of four or five-caliber bullets as she asked.

"There are 6800 points in total. I'm sorry, are you a native of St. Newman?"

"no."

"Then please use the bracelet's identity code to register here." John operated the computer behind the counter.

Jane still ignored it, unpacked the bullet box and started to plug bullets into the magazine.

"Ms., we have regulations here that people from other markets need to register and keep a record when buying weapons." John persuaded patiently, "Although you may buy a gun for self-defense, there are many outsiders who have caused trouble with the gun. Every gun I sell is registered in the Security Bureau."

Jian Yiran silently took out his mobile phone, turned on the Yiguang system, and showed his Qidao City Commissioner ID authentication interface to the other party.

John couldn't help but open his eyes wide, and after repeatedly confirming that Jane's identity as a security bureau commissioner was real, his inner doubts became deeper.

Why would a Qidao Security Bureau specialist come to St. Newman from afar? Why would he not bring equipment on a business trip, but rather come to him to buy a gun?

But no matter how confused John finally stopped worrying about Jane still cooperating with the registration.

Since the other party is from the Security Bureau, it should be nothing if you don’t register, right? John thought to himself.

"Can you give me a discount?" Jian Yiran asked with her other hand holding her phone, pointing at the "6800SP" on the cash register monitor.

John was stunned. This was the first time he had heard such a request.

I have been opening a store and selling guns for more than ten years. I have always been buying and selling at a price, selling as much as the price is. Occasionally, I will give away some bullets that are about to expire, but I have never done a discount before.

"Sorry, ma'am, it's not the activity period." John shook his head and refused. "If you think this is too expensive, you can also choose a cheaper gun type."

Jian Yiran thought about this proposal seriously, and finally decided to buy the Colt she liked. She called out the transaction payment interface on her bracelet and whispered: "The cheaper ones are too small and the lethality is not big enough. If you are more expensive, you should be more expensive. In the next few months, try to save money by eating the cafeteria..."

She was about to pay when she suddenly heard the sound of a motorcycle brakes outside the store.

Three little gangsters with colored dreadlocks rushed in, and the leader was holding a saw-saw shotgun in his hand.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" John had a bad premonition.

The leading little gangster raised the muzzle of the shotgun and shot it to the ceiling.

Broken walls, debris and dust flew down.

The two followers made a strange cry that sounded like "Wuhu". One of them rushed to the counter with an empty backpack in his hand and began to buy frantically zero yuan.

John cursed and bent down to get the rifle he placed under the cashier for self-defense, but the leading little gangster was very alert and rushed forward and pushed John's head with a shotgun.

"God..." John raised his hands helplessly, and at the same time he used his eyes to signal Jane to leave quickly.

But Jane still stood there in a hunch, motionless and silent. In John's opinion, she must have been frightened.

The little gangsters glanced at her quickly and didn't take it to heart when they saw that she looked unthreatening.

The robbery went very smoothly. John dared not speak out under the threat of the other party's force, and even half of the cigarette on the cashier was passed away by the other party.

A follower had swept the pistol counter at this time. At this time, he noticed the Colt that Jane was still preparing to buy and the box of bullets that had been opened.

He whistled, and without thinking, he prepared to sweep the gun and the bullet into the almost full backpack, but did not notice that the pistol was strangely without magazines.

Jian, who had been in a daze, suddenly moved. She threw her gym shoulder bag at the little punk, and at the same time she hooked her index finger, as if an invisible thread was connected to her finger and the Colt pistol. The pistol quickly slid towards her palm on the counter.

In a flash, she got the gun and inserted the full load of magazines hidden in her pocket into the gun chamber as quickly as possible.

Jane still raised her gun with one hand and aimed at the little punk whose vision was blocked by the sports bag she threw out, but at the same time the leading guy who was closer to her quickly turned the muzzle of the shotgun.

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Although the leading little punk reacted quickly, he obviously did not prepare to shoot Jane Yuran. His purpose of turning the gun was to deter the weak-looking girl. In order to increase the threatening effect, he even straightened his arms and tried to push the saw-sawed shotgun on Jane Yuran's head.

This extremely unprofessional action cost him the price. Jian Yi didn't even need to turn his head. He determined his position with just a glance, grabbed the barrel of the shotgun that was stretched out with his left hand and lifted it up, and shot two shots with his right hand.

The first shot hit the little punk who was hit by the sports bag in the face. The second shot turned her wrist and turned her muzzle towards the guy who was leading the way.

Jane Yiran's second shot almost fired at the same time as the other party's shotgun, but the barrel of the shotgun was too high by her. The shot was still hit on the ceiling. The little punk in the lead with dust flying was shot in his eyebrows and fell straight to the ground.

The remaining man was so scared that he howled by the sudden change in the situation. He wanted to turn around and run away but forgot to throw down his robbery backpack.

The little gangster who was carrying a pack of guns was slow to run to the door of the store before he could even get angry. John, who had accumulated a lot of fire, finally took out his automatic rifle from the cashier.

A string of short shots hit the escaped man's calf, causing him to scream and pounce on the ground. Most of the guns in his backpack were spilled out.

"You dare to rob me of the things raised by three bitches and go to hell!" John walked out from behind the counter with a gun.

Jian still calmly picked up her sports bag. She looked carefully at the blood on her head, showing a relieved expression.

"Boss...checkout."

"No need to check out!" John said generously, "Heroes cherish heroes, guns and bullets are given to you in vain!"

Jian Yiran said "ah" and thought to himself that there was such a good thing, so he immediately carried his bag and prepared to leave.

John was puzzled: "Hey, aren't you from the Security Bureau? These guys..."
Chapter completed!