Chapter 8: Fully armed like a special forces soldier

Some of these people were fiddling with daggers in their hands, while others were drinking; the room was filled with the smell of cigars and alcohol.

At this moment, a burly white man with a tiger-like back and bear-like waist looked at Jack and asked curiously

"Jack, is he from Sakura Country?"

Yellow-skinned people rarely came here to buy weapons, so he was quite curious.

Furthermore, Chen Feng never stayed long whenever he came over, so not many people knew him.

Chen Feng took a glance. The white man was covered in dense tattoos, even on his face; he was as ugly as a monster.

Before Jack could answer, Chen Feng spoke up first

"I am from Long Country."

This was not the first time Chen Feng had been asked abroad if he was from Sakura Country.

Because these foreigners were generally not very friendly toward people from Long Country.

Some foreigners, even if they knew you were from Long Country, would deliberately ask if you were from Sakura Country just to disgust you.

The tattooed foreigner smiled: "So, a friend from the ancient country in the far East. As far as I know, your country has the strictest gun control laws. Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble by coming here to buy weapons?"

Chen Feng didn't even bother to respond to the man's inquiry. He sat there on his own, merely watching the other person with a calm gaze.

The tattooed foreigner waited for a long time, but seeing that Chen Feng didn't answer, he suddenly felt like he had hit a wall.

If anyone else had treated him with this attitude, he would have definitely lost his temper.

But for some reason, when he met Chen Feng's eyes, a sense of unease arose in his heart.

His intuition told him that this person from Long Country was not to be trifled with.

Jack spoke up at this moment: "My friend Chen, he doesn't really like dealing with people, so don't ask."

Jack stood directly on Chen Feng's side, smoothing things over for him.

Just kidding, Chen Feng was his steady, big client; he knew who carried more weight.

Once Jack spoke, the way everyone in the room looked at Chen Feng changed significantly; the previous contempt was gone.

A few people even showed friendly smiles toward Chen Feng.

Ten minutes later, a few more people entered the room, and the group of ten was complete.

Jack stood up

"Friends, our group is ready. Follow me."

Afterward, Jack led everyone to the basement of the bar, which was also the gang's armory.

Drugs and other items were not sold here.

According to information Chen Feng had gathered previously, Jack's gang sold everything, even people.

The Eagle Country was free, certainly, but the darkness beneath that freedom was even more terrifying.

Upon entering the basement, what caught Chen Feng's eyes were rows of weapons hanging on the walls.

Handguns, submachine guns, rifles—they were all there, with every type of equipment available.

"Everyone, feel free to choose. If you want to ask about prices, you can come to me."

After Jack finished speaking, he sat down and waited for everyone to pick their weapons.

Chen Feng didn't go to pick; he knew that asking the person in charge was the simplest way to get the good stuff. He walked up to Jack.

"Chen, what would you like to buy?"

Jack handed Chen Feng a cigar.

Chen Feng took the cigar but didn't smoke it; he didn't like the stuff.

"Handgun, grenades, bulletproof vest, sniper rifle. Help me put together a set, and I want the best of everything."

As soon as Chen Feng said this, many people in the room looked at him.

It was just that Chen Feng was asking for quite a lot; this was a full set of gear, enough to go to the battlefield.

"Chen, what are you planning to do? Are you going to war?"

Jack asked, clearly surprised as well.

"Do you ask what your customers are doing when you do business now?" Chen Feng retorted.

Jack shrugged: "Alright, I'll go pick them out for you!"

In no time, Jack brought a pile of equipment to Chen Feng.

He first took out a handgun and handed it to Chen Feng.

The handgun had a compact and elegant design, with a streamlined appearance and a matte finish that made it feel like a work of art.

The pistol was also equipped with a red-dot sight, a silencer, and an extended grip.

"Taran Tactical 2011 Combat Master. This is the latest arrival. It has an excellent feel, allows for quick reactions to various emergencies, and can switch between semi-auto and full-auto modes. Its rate of fire will definitely satisfy you."

Jack gave an introduction.

At the same time, he demonstrated how to quickly disassemble it.

Chen Feng had heard of this gun's name.

It was a handgun specifically used for competitive shooting.

Seeing that Chen Feng didn't speak, Jack continued his introduction. This time, he took out a bulletproof vest.

"Chen, this is the best bulletproof vest we have. There are only three sets. It's called the 'Interceptor.' It's equipped with boron carbide ceramic plates inside. It not only protects your neck, chest, and back, but it can also protect your crotch."

After saying this, Jack glanced at Chen Feng's crotch with a playful look.

Chen Feng ignored his gaze entirely and looked at the sniper rifle on the side.

"Remington 700. The range can reach 1,000 meters. I don't need to introduce this; it's famous all over the world."

Jack placed the gun beside Chen Feng.

Chen Feng picked it up to test it, then asked

"How much for all of this?"

Jack immediately said

"Chen, you're our old customer, so we'll give you the best discount. All of this, plus ten grenades, fifty rounds of 9mm handgun ammo, and thirty rounds of 7.62 sniper ammo—it'll be 100,000 total. Plus, I'll throw in a set of tactical gear. How does that sound?"

100,000 USD. This price was several times higher than the normal price for these firearms.

But that was the black market; things were more expensive than through official channels.

"Deal. Come with me to get the money."

Chen Feng agreed immediately; he could afford 100,000 USD.

Although he spent a bit much this time, it was worth it if it could ensure his safety in the scroll world.

Moreover, he knew Jack hadn't really ripped him off; the bulletproof vest alone was worth nearly 50,000.

The Eagle Country didn't ban guns, but they did ban high-end bulletproof vests, so good ones were hard to come by.

Jack immediately beamed

"My friend, you are always so straightforward. I'll have my men pack it up for you right now."

Jack then called over a few underlings to pack the items. The other buyers in the room looked at Chen Feng with shock.

Chen Feng's spending power had truly stunned them.

They came here at most to buy a handgun or a rifle.

It was very rare to see someone like Chen Feng come in and buy 100,000 USD worth of equipment right off the bat.

Not caring about the shocked gazes of the others, Chen Feng left the basement with Jack.

Jack didn't bother greeting the other buyers anymore, leaving them to his underlings.

Taking care of a big client like Chen Feng was the key for him now.

Driving to a nearby bank, Chen Feng withdrew 100,000 in cash and gave it to Jack.

Upon receiving the money, Jack was all smiles and handed the items to Chen Feng.

"My friend, you're welcome to come back next time."

Chen Feng didn't say much, picked up the equipment, and left.

Jack waved goodbye to Chen Feng from where he stood; he was already used to Chen Feng's way of doing business.

Only when Chen Feng's figure disappeared did he return to his car.

An underling asked Jack

"Boss, why did he buy so many weapons this time? Long Country is a country with strict gun control. If something happens..."

The underling was still a bit worried. It would be troublesome if Chen Feng used this equipment to cause trouble in Long Country.

Although Long Country couldn't interfere with affairs in the Eagle Country, they could pressure the Eagle Country's officials, and then the FBI would come to settle accounts with them.

The Eagle Country turned a blind eye to black market dealings, but if a major incident occurred, no one could cover it up.

"Although I don't know what he needs so much equipment for, Chen is not a stupid person. He has traded with us many times and has never had any issues. We should trust our friends."

After saying this, Jack kissed the green bills.

Jack felt very reassured about Chen Feng; nothing had ever gone wrong.

Furthermore, he judged that the weapons Chen Feng bought were not being taken back to Long Country, because they wouldn't pass through customs.

Therefore, he wasn't worried that Chen Feng would cause trouble in Long Country and affect their gang.