"A song written in two days was exchanged for 5,000 dollars. Wouldn't that make more than 100,000 dollars a month? Jesus! Grace can't make such a huge sum of money in several years. It's faster than robbing a bank!"
Rust, who was in the driver's seat, held the steering wheel and stared out the window at Britney waving goodbye at the door of the apartment.
"Did Liam pour you a bottle of whiskey and your brain was drunk? Songwriting is not homework every day, it requires inspiration, you know? Finding the right seller is also a big problem. It takes a few months to sell one First of all, I am grateful to God.”
Dean has no intention of releasing good songs continuously in a short period of time. He must at least give Amazing Day some time to ferment and see how popular future songs are now.
If possible, I will vote for a song with a similar style, but this time I will really open my mouth.
"That income is also higher than that of most working-class people," Rust said with envy. In the past, he was so focused on college that he never worked outside the home and didn't earn a penny. He relied entirely on Grace to support him.
But this friend, who was similar in age and personality to me, quietly changed his life and easily earned a huge sum of money that ordinary people could not imagine.
Dean ignored the envy and admiration of his friends. Through the car window, he glanced at a BBQ that was quickly backing up on the street. "Park the car over there. Robert gave me a 'deposit'. I'll treat you to a big meal today." Eat with an open belly until you’re full.”
Rust's mouth curved and he shook his head.
"How about barbecue? Did you forget? The day after tomorrow is Memorial Day (Falled Heroes Day) on Monday. The school will organize a barbecue party at the Lake Mead Recreation Area at noon. Can we skip it today?"
Dean suddenly realized that before he knew it, May was about to enter the last week, and it was almost a month since he came into this world.
“Then go to the Sichuan restaurant on Strip and I’ll take you to an authentic Chinese meal today!”
…
After eating and drinking, Dean asked Rust, whose mouth was red with spicy food, to drive the Ford around the neighborhoods far away from the city center and determine the locations of several outdoor stores and private gun stores in Vegas.
Go home and start a new round of fighting and summoning training.
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The next day, Sunday, the sky was overcast and there was no sunshine.
Dean got up early in the morning, borrowed Rust's Ford and drove home alone to get his driver's license, and then rushed to Silent Hunter, a private gun store that had been a good place last night.
There is basically an outdoor store, private gun store, or large supermarket selling guns every few streets in large cities in America. However, for the sake of good public security, Las Vegas places gun stores a certain distance from the city center. blocks away.
He made a rough circle and found the Silent Hunter with the coolest name.
From a distance, it is decorated with dyed marble and is black and square, looking like a stuffed bear head with its mouth open and roaring.
Into the store,
The bright light illuminated the layers of long-barreled guns hanging horizontally on the surrounding solid wood walls: rifles, sniper rifles, shotguns, double-barreled shotguns...
Rows of shelves under the wall are filled with ammunition boxes of various types with clearly marked prices.
Dean rolled his eyes.
There are some glass display racks in the central area of the store, which contain pistols and revolvers of different shapes...
Several rows of wooden display racks hold long-barreled guns. The scene is like rows of black corn growing in the ground with price tags on it.
It's just that the guns on these wooden display racks are not very new and may be second-hand goods used for exhibition.
Despite this, the total number of guns in the entire store is hundreds, which is a small armory.
"Hello, I am the owner of Silent Hunter, Floy."
A tall man wearing a hat, a full beard, and a gun on his waist came over. His eyes turned to Dean, showing a trace of regret.
At eighteen years old and with an Asian face, Dean looks younger than ordinary white boys even though he is not short.
"Sorry, in accordance with Nevada state law, our store is not open to minors."
Dean handed him his driver's license that was ready.
The shop owner checked the photos and faces several times, nodded, and handed Dean a simple questionnaire. He investigated and verified his name, social ID, home address, whether he had a criminal record, and the reason for purchasing the gun. etc.
Dean was clean and answered everything truthfully, and it took less than ten minutes in total.
Floy scanned it roughly, put away the form, and smiled even brighter.
"It's no problem now. Dean, do you know how much you plan to spend? Can I recommend a few products at the right price?"
"I'll see for myself first."
Dean walked into the glass display cabinet and looked around.
Because it is too early, Dean has heard of well-known firearms such as the Glock 17, Beretta 92F, and Desert Eagle, but they have not yet been put into production.
He could recognize not many: .38 revolvers, Smith & Wesson .357 revolvers, AR-15 semi-automatic assault rifles hanging on the wall, and AK-47s often seen in Hong Kong movies in the 1970s and 1980s. Mosingana…
Every time he passed a display cabinet, he took out the gun and held it in his hand. The cold and solid feel in his hand stirred up blood and courage in his heart.
This is the gun.
Cold and inconspicuous, but killing people invisible.
He moved his wrist to weigh the gun, and then tried to hold the gun with both hands, holding the gun sideways with his right hand and holding the gun weakly.
Pull the trigger, aim.
Carefully feel the feedback between your fingers.
Floy was observing quietly not far from him.
After a moment, Dean took out a revolver with a unique shape and a dark blue barrel that was obviously longer than similar revolvers from the glass display case. It was Clint Eastwood's favorite gun in "Harry Potter and the Killer".
Floy suddenly explained,
".44 semi-automatic Magnum pistol, as long as it can resist the strong recoil and fire accurately, a single bullet hit can bring down an adult brown bear."
"You can use it for hiking and hunting in the wild, but be careful of its recoil. It will jump too high after each shot, and you must press your wrist again to aim."
Dean suddenly realized that this was not the legendary "cannon in hand".
"Believe me, man, not everyone is a movie actor and can't handle this gun."
The shopkeeper persuaded sincerely and took out a pistol with a slightly curved handle at the back from the glass cabinet next to it. Dean looked very familiar.
What he snatched from Dead Bob——
"The Colt M1911A1 semi-automatic pistol has a super-large caliber of 11.43 mm. It is highly lethal, reliable and durable, easy to repair, and the price of three hundred US dollars is not expensive. It is one of the best-selling models of Silent Hunter."
"Buy it and our store will give you a spare magazine."
Dean held the pistol and thought, if he bought this one openly, taking away Bob's gun would no longer be a problem.
"I want to see something else."
The shop owner was very enthusiastic about selling the Browning High Power M1935, the Ruger MK-1 5.6mm automatic pistol with a slender barrel and a flat profile...a bunch of miscellaneous pistols that he really couldn't remember the names of.
In the end, Dean chose the M1911A1.
This gun feels the most comfortable, and it has anti-slip patterns that are suitable for newcomers like him. The triple safety of manual safety, grip safety, and semi-standby safety can also effectively prevent the gun from misfiring.
In addition, he purchased ten boxes of 500 rounds of matching .45 automatic pistol ammunition, which cost him a total of more than 400 US dollars.
…
When it was his turn to choose long-barreled firearms, Dean was not very interested in this. After all, like most men, he preferred "pistols."
But it is necessary to keep a spare.
The shop owner recommended several models to him:
The best weapon of the twentieth century, the famous king of spears, the AK-47, is semi-automatic and equipped with a folding bayonet.
The most popular AR15 small-caliber assault rifle, semi-automatic. Cheap, light weight, high shooting accuracy and easy to maintain.
Winchester's signature shotgun, synonymous with power and reliability, is the world's most iconic shotgun, the M1897 Trench Gun, which has excellent hunting and self-defense effects.
Subsequently.
Dean looked at some fully automatic weapons, which were several times more expensive than semi-automatic weapons. Moreover, if you want to buy them, you need to go through extremely complicated procedures and go through a long waiting period.
…
After many comparisons, Dean chose the civilian AR-15, which was the most suitable and relatively affordable, as well as ten boxes of 50 rounds of 5.56mm bullets.
The shop owner rattled off a series of additional accessories to sell him.
But the newbie doesn’t need those high-end goods. He just picked a spare magazine for the AR15.
In the end, the two guns and ammunition cost almost a thousand dollars in total, which was not cheap.
The 1,200 knives given by Robert have not yet been spent. Adding more than 300 knives of his own, Di An still has 530 knives left on his body.
It is worth mentioning that Dean originally thought that after registering the purchase at the gun store, the FBI would strictly verify the buyer's identity and confirm that he had no criminal record, and it would take a while before he could pick up the gun.
But the shop owner gave him a different answer,
"Do you know how many people in the United States need to buy guns? If the government and the FBI have to check the identity background of every gun buyer, then they can basically give up the rest of the work at hand."
Only then did Dean realize that there was a gap of more than ten years between 1980 and 1996, when Internet office work became popular.
Without the Internet extending in all directions, in this era of slow information circulation, it is unrealistic to check the background of all gun buyers.
Now anyone buying a non-fully automatic firearm only needs to fill out a form in accordance with the Gun Control Act of 1968, and the gun store owner will review and determine whether it is qualified.
The form includes questions such as "Are you a fugitive?" and "Are you mentally ill?"
The buyer is not a fool, and the boss has no willingness or ability to check whether the buyer is honest.
So in this day and age, if anyone of your age wants to buy a non-automatic gun to do bad things, don’t be too simple.
…
"Do you need gun practice?" The store owner put the ammunition and gun into two black sports bags and zipped them up. "Silent Hunter has a cooperative shooting range fighting area not far from here. We can give you a discount."
Dean thought for a while and shook his head. He had his own unique way of practicing shooting.
"Did you drive here?" the shopkeeper asked,
"Um."
"I suggest you lock the gun and put it in the trunk and put the bullets in the back seat. It is safer to separate the bullets and go on the road. You can reload and test fire again when you get home."
Dean nodded and asked calmly, "Do I need to get a gun license to carry weapons with me?"
“There are no such broken rules in Nevada,” the shop owner smiled proudly. “Except for a few places such as schools and hospitals, Nevada residents have the right to carry guns in most public places, but I don’t recommend you do so, la. The security management in Vegas is very strict. If you are not a special employee and carry a gun with you, you may be subject to "civil confiscation" by the COP, and it will be very troublesome to get it back."
What if the pistol is hidden in clothes and handbags? Can the cop find it?
Dean lifted the bag and looked at the clock on the wall.
It's only nine o'clock, and it's been less than an hour since I entered the store.
It's easy.
Dean greeted the store owner, carried the goods, and walked towards the store door.
Just then, three people in black coats entered the door and walked toward him.
Dean's eyes quickly scanned the faces of the three people subconsciously.
Three middle-aged white men, with weathered faces, looking about forty years old.
The bodies are strong and sturdy, with bulging arms and shoulders, full of power. One of them is lame in one left foot, which still gives people a very unpleasant feeling.
Their expressions are extraordinary. The one on the right is solemn and vigilant, as if he is observing the surroundings at any time and anywhere, while the one in the middle has sharp eyes and is full of aggression.
The one on the far left has experienced some torture, with a numb expression and empty eyes.
The three of them paid no attention to Dean, a harmless teenager. When they strode past, Dean felt an indescribable pressure.
His chest felt tight, and his hair stood on end like a wild cat facing a natural enemy. He tensed his body and pulled the zipper of his sports bag.
But I heard a questioning voice coming from behind,
Dean laughed at himself for being so nervous, returned to the parking lot, and drove away.
…
Dean drove into the suburbs with the newly purchased weapons, into a forest on the hill behind his house.
Make sure no one is around.
I can't wait to take out my pistol, open a box of ·45ACP, and load the bullets.
Holding a gun with both hands.
Turn off manual safety.
Pull the slide to depress the hammer.
The tiger's mouth presses the grip tightly for safety.
Wrist gun control.
Summon the shadow to a location ten meters away as a fixed target.
aim.
boom!
A short firing sound echoed through the trees.
A shot hit Shadow's shoulder.
boom! boom! boom!
Dean kept pulling the trigger.
In just a few seconds, a magazine and seven bullets were poured out.
Only two shots missed the target, and most of them hit the Shadow's chest and abdomen.
Dean put down the gun, rubbed his wrist, and nodded.
At a distance of ten meters, even a newcomer like myself has a good hit rate.
The training continued. After every shot, he put down the gun and rested and reflected for fifteen seconds.
Then slightly correct the previous shooting posture.
…
Three magazines were fired at the ten-meter target.
Dean rested for half a minute, retracted his shadow, aimed at a big tree 20 meters away as a fixed target, fired with both hands, and fired three magazines. The hit rate dropped rapidly to only half. When he chose a fixed target 30 meters away, Dean An's shooting percentage is less than one-third.
By this time he had consumed nine magazines and more than sixty rounds of ammunition.
You used the Colt m1911a1 to hone your shooting skills...Proficiency +1, shooting lv0 (11/100).
"It took more than sixty bullets to increase your proficiency? If you continue to train like this, how many bullets will you need to feed to upgrade your skills?"
Dean shook his head and decided to take a break.
"Substitute."
Dean threw the pistol away and hung it in the air. An invisible force controlled it to pull the trigger and shoot towards a big tree ten meters away.
boom!
The bullet hit the air and missed the target gloriously.
"continue!"
There was a continuous sound of bullets being fired in the forest.
"Shadow" fired two magazines, and Dean was greatly disappointed with the results. Ninety percent of the bullets hit mosquitoes, and only hit the target when they were close to the face.
"Man, you're a worse shooter than me."
Dean hit "Shadow" on the back of his head, and his face shrouded in black mist showed a dazed and cute expression.
"Hey, just be a close-combat shooter."
Dean held up the Ar-15 with both hands again.
Shooting skills are activated.
Put the butt of the gun against your shoulder, relax your body, and hold the head of the gun with your left hand so that the handle of the gun is pressed against your body.
Rotary switch adjusts from "Safe" to "Semi-Automatic".
Aiming at the target twenty meters away through the magnifying glass.
Bang, bang, bang!
Sawdust exploded from tree trunks in the distance.
Dean shot through a magazine with 20 rounds, and the hit rate was about half, but he was very uncomfortable using it.
Dean was also dizzy.
After this burst of shooting, my wrists and shoulders began to feel sore and swollen due to the continuous recoil impact.
He estimated that even with his iron talent, shooting seven or eight boxes of three hundred rounds a day intermittently would be his limit.
"Forget it, don't be too ambitious at this stage. I'll first master the pistol that's easier to carry. That's it for today."
Dean put away the gun and looked at the shadow whose body had faded to the point of disappearing.
In his last experiment he had only shot twice at the shadow, and it was not damaged at all.
But this time, after "Shadow" endured dozens of shots, he struggled to maintain his basic shape, feeling a strange sense of weakness.
A mysterious feeling arose in Dean's head - after this dissolution, Shadow's training time would at least double, and he could not be summoned again until ten hours later.
…
"Therefore, Shadow is susceptible to fire damage, and its resistance to firearms is not unlimited. A few dozen rounds of .45acp can defeat it."
Dean rubbed his shoulders and thought happily,
"Fortunately, I found it early, otherwise I would summon the ghost armor to resist the submachine gun one day, and I would be shot into pieces if I wasn't careful!"
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