Chapter 284 Talent "Welcome to the Armed Nation of Thunderbolt... Boss, why are you here?" Zhang Ailan pushed the door and walked into the store of the Armed Nation. When Irene heard the doorbell ring, she subconsciously went to receive the customer. She was a little surprised when she saw it was the chief leader. "I'm here to give you your bonus." Zhang Ailun replied, and turned around to see the Beggar Gang disciples who were packing the arms. Jennifer was helping them and introducing and selling the guns to the customers who were browsing the guns. I came to the bar with my briefcase and looked at the bearded man who was hesitating between two pistols, a Beretta and a cop. Jennifer whispered, "He has been watching here for more than ten minutes. Apart from the few words at the beginning, he hasn't said a word. He seems a bit strange." “People on the West Coast, no one is to blame.” Zhang Ailun glanced at her outfit today: a short skirt, white stockings, blonde hair and blue eyes, she looked like an innocent high school student. He pinched her buttocks hard, causing Jennifer to scream. She quickly covered her mouth and rolled her eyes at him resentfully. Fortunately, the guest didn't notice. Seeing that the customer was still hesitating, Zhang Ailun also asked: "Customer? What do you want to buy?"
The bearded man looked at Zhang Allen in surprise, and Jennifer next to him immediately said, "This is the big boss of our Armed Nation, Juan Jin." "Hello, Boss Jin." The bearded man nodded and greeted him. "Hello, sir, I don't know what to call you?" Zhang Ailun smiled slightly. "Just call me Shuke." "Ok, Mr. Shuke. Wait, you don't have a younger brother named Beta, do you?" Zhang Ailun felt that the name sounded particularly familiar. "How do you know? Oh, I see. You want to talk about the cartoon about brothers flying planes and tanks?" The bearded man came back to his senses and was speechless. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to offend you, but as the boss of Armed Nation, I'm also familiar with the advantages of guns and may be able to give you some insights. What do you want to do with a gun? Hunting? Self-defense? Or keep it at home as a backup?" Zhang Ailun smiled. The bearded man hesitated for a moment and answered honestly: "I want to kill someone." "..." The corner of Zhang Ailun's mouth twitched, and he stared at the bearded man intently for two seconds. The Beggar Gang disciple who was moving and packing goods nearby was also surprised, and looked at the bearded man suspiciously, wondering if this guy had a story. He is so strong and healthy, he doesn't look like he has bipolar disorder or mental illness, nor does he look like he has been bullied. Could it be domestic violence? Or is the couple's life not harmonious? Zhang Ailun also fell into deep thought, until the other party could no longer bear the pressure, then he said: "I really hope you are joking, Mr. Shuke, the weapons in our store are all defensive in nature, and are only sold to citizens with legal qualifications." "I understand. Don't worry. I've never been to jail, and I don't have a history of smoking weed. I even pay my social security and taxes on time, do charity work for free, and have won community awards. I'm a good citizen of Los Angeles," said Shuke. In order to strengthen his persuasiveness, he even took out his ID. This guy must have come prepared... Zhang Ailun took a look at the bronze medal. It was indeed the Good Citizen Award, but it was not worth much. It was not even as valuable as Dominic's medal. "Okay, Mr. Shuke, I can see that you must have been wronged or have something on your mind, but I really want to advise you that once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. It is best not to do anything too impulsive, which will make you spend the rest of your life in prison and regret it for the rest of your life." Zhang Ailun persuaded: "Maybe you can talk to me, I am good at counseling people." Jennifer looked at the chief leader meaningfully. She had never seen anyone's ability to enlighten others, but you are indeed very good at it. "Jennifer, pour our guest a glass of water. Would you like tea or coffee?" Zhang Ailun asked. "Ice water will do." Shuke replied.
The two sat on the sofa, and Jennifer brought over a glass of cold water. Shuke took a sip of water and seemed to be in a much better mood. Zhang Ailun also asked indirectly: "Mr. Shuke, you came here alone? Not with your wife and children?" "My wife is dead." "Oh, I'm sorry." Zhang Ailun immediately said that he did not mean it. "It doesn't matter, but fortunately she left me a child." Shuke said calmly, "I am a senior engineer in electrical engineering. I work in a company. I have a stable job and a monthly salary of over ten thousand. I work hard just to be able to support my child." This is great. "But not long ago, my only son also passed away. I was also fired by the company." "..." Zhang Ailun was speechless. It seems that you are indeed very unlucky and your life is full of tragedies. "But this doesn't seem to be a reason for you to buy a gun and kill someone. Do you want to take revenge on your boss?" Zhang Ailun asked. Since the other party took the initiative to express his desire to kill someone, it means that he is also hesitant and has not made up his mind yet, and wants to find someone to talk to. "My son is still alive, but he has left me forever." Shuke's words sounded confusing. But the truth soon came out. He continued, "Because he had a sex change operation without telling me! He also took growth-inhibiting pills that were distributed to students at lunch time in high school for two years. This caused him to stop growing and even lose his reproductive ability. I only discovered his abnormality not long ago. His personality and height are different from those of normal peers." Shuke said calmly, "At first I felt overwhelmed, regretful, and incredible. I felt that I had not taken good care of him, but later I clearly realized that it was not my fault! It was all the school's fault! They instilled the idea of transgenderism into the children without telling us parents, and bewitched them to actively participate, without even considering the feelings of us parents. All of this is due to that damn system and political correctness!" "..." Zhang Ailun was also shocked and had nothing to say. Hesitantly said, "So you want to take revenge on the school? Even those politicians?" "That's right! Not only do I want to take revenge on the school, I also want to kill those politicians! I have to get rid of them! I've already targeted them, and I've handed the child over to my younger brother to take care of. He's much better than me, more resilient, stronger, better at studying, and more successful. I feel relieved to hand the child over to him. I also got accurate information from people on the street, and confirmed that those politicians will be gathering in a hotel tonight." Shuke said: "This is my only chance. If I miss this chance, I'm afraid I won't be able to successfully retaliate against them again!" "Then I recommend you use some really powerful big guns. I'm afraid these two little gadgets won't be able to fulfill your dream." When the chief heard this, he thought that he was also a rare strong man and immediately decided to lend him a helping hand. He waved to the Beggars' Sect disciples and asked them to take out two boxes of clay explosives, an unnumbered M4, and a shotgun from the armory upstairs. "This thing is powerful enough to use! It will definitely blow those beasts to pieces!" Shuke was also a little stunned when he saw the three-no products in front of him. "Do you know what you are doing? Supporting a murderer to kill people? Don't you want to stop me? Call the police? I'm going to kill someone!" Shuke asked puzzledly. "I just saw a father doing what he thought was right." Zhang Ailun smiled. I don't give a shit about it. I just want to see those masters die on the street. "You gave me clay dynamite, aren't you afraid of being found out later?" Shuke hesitated. "If you succeed, they will be blown to pieces and can't be put together again. How can they investigate? If you had a better aim, those people would not have survived. If you are caught by accident, I just hope you shut up and kill yourself, so that I can see that you are not a coward. Otherwise, I don't mind having someone send you to death." "There's even less need to worry about these clay explosives. They're not exclusive to my store. There are hundreds of gun stores in Los Angeles, and every one of them has shady deals and excessive munitions. There are also dozens of private arms dealers doing illegal deals with gangs on the streets every day. If they want to investigate, they'll just go after the arms dealers on the streets. Without any clues, they won't be able to find the source of the items." Zhang Ailun was not worried at all. He said, "All you need is the courage to move forward. Now, give me the cash in your pocket! Then take this damn clay dynamite and the shotgun and deal with those politicians who gave birth to children without buttholes!" "You're a good man." Shuke stood up and took out his wallet, "How much do these weapons cost?"
"2000 dollars," Zhang Ailun said. "If you need me to provide more technical services, there will be additional charges, such as hacking into cameras and information positioning." Shuke immediately put the cash on the table and shook his head. "I want to accomplish this by myself. The bigger the better. I just hope that this incident can trigger media attention and let more people see the harm of transgender and happy education!" "I admire your determination. Have a nice journey, Mr. Shuke." Zhang Ailun also shook hands with him, sent him to the door, and watched him get into a pickup truck and leave the streets of the Armed Nation. Jennifer also looked at Zhang Ailun with admiration. How dare you do such a thing? The chief leader thought for a moment, and said to the Beggars' Sect disciples beside him: "Arrange two people to follow him. If he is not dead, let him die." "I understand." The Beggar Gang disciple immediately put down the work at hand, turned around and left. Zhang Allen returned to the bar, took out a stack of cash from his handbag, and handed it to Jennifer and Irene. "This is your dividend from selling arms. Two hundred thousand each." "My dear! You are so handsome." "When am I not handsome?" Zhang Ailun asked back. "You look especially handsome today!" "Closing early. Closed." Zhang Ailun glanced at the time on the clock on the wall. There weren't many customers at this time anyway. "It's time to get off work? Then what are we going to do?" Jennifer was a little excited. Zhang Ailun pointed to the office on the second floor and said, "I think I have already booked a bed." Jennifer understood immediately and turned around to close the door. Under Irene's puzzled gaze, she unbuttoned her clothes, threw them aside, and walked over with a smile. "My dear, I'll let you do whatever you want today! But I'm afraid your body can't handle it." "joke." Zhang Ailun smiled coldly: "I added a buff today!" He immediately picked up the other person and turned to walk upstairs with Irene. Today I will show you how powerful the chief leader is when he is almost at full health! The door closed with a bang, and soon the ear-piercing and heart-pounding theme song of a pay-per-view program could be heard from the second floor. It lasted until 5:30 in the afternoon. In his spare time, the chief leader also received a message from Dominic. He stroked the head of Irene No. 2, the little greedy cat, and gave Jennifer a chance to catch her breath. Dominic: We had a few customers who wanted to sell their collectibles, but you never knew what they would be! Zhang Ailun: It can't be a nuclear weapon, right? Or is it something from outer space, something that fell from the sky? Dominic was shocked: "You can guess this?" Well, it is exactly as you expected, but there is a slight difference. It is not a nuclear weapon, but a nuclear reactor. I don't know where the other party got it from. He also transformed it into a power generation device. From his description, it seems to have been used for a long time! Maybe he thought it was meaningless to collect it, so he wanted to sell it to a recycling station. He has also found several recycling stations and waste disposal centers, but basically no one dares to accept this thing, for fear that it has radiation! Zhang Ailun: You're kidding. I wouldn't dare touch it even if I were given it. What if it turns into Godzilla? Dominic: There are two other guests. One wants to sell a small satellite from his private collection, which was developed by Mayweather and Rocket Lab. The same model of satellite was launched last year and proved to be usable. The other person wants to sell a piece of Imirak meteorite. It is just like what you said, all of them are from outer space, and they all came together! I can't decide whether to recycle them, so I can only discuss it with you. What are you doing now? Zhang Ailun: We are doing it. Dominic: ...Then come and meet me as soon as you are done, and don't keep the customers waiting too long. Zhang Ailun: You go first, I'll leave right away. He put away his phone, looked down at the greedy cat Irene, patted her on the back to encourage her, and asked her to speed up the process. Jennifer asked in confusion, "Who sent you the message?" "Dominic, there's a customer at the recycling station who wants to sell a few things, but it's a little dangerous. I need to go over and inspect the goods."
Zhang Allen gasped. Soon we entered into the sacred sage time. Jennifer helped clean up the scene. Irene stuck out her tongue and had tears in her eyes. She was exhausted. After cleaning and taking a short rest, the three of them went downstairs, relocked the anti-theft door of the Armed-Nation, started the Cullinan, and drove to the suburban navigation location sent by Dominic. After spending some time, they arrived at the storage warehouse area in the suburbs and parked the car on the side of the road. Zhang Ailun and the other two got out of the car and saw Dominic and David talking to the seller. He walked over and said hello. Looking at the scruffy guy with long hair and beard and wearing a sweatshirt, Zhang Ailun couldn't tell his age for a moment, so he could only ask, "Sir, are you selling the nuclear reactor?" "Yes, it's me. My name is Haval. Are you the owner of the recycling station? You've come at the right time. Please persuade them to go into the warehouse with me to check the goods. I promise that safety measures have been taken and there will be no risks." Haval said positively. "Can I ask where you got that nuclear reactor?" Zhang Ailun asked. "I dug it out. There is a secret underground experimental area on the rocky beach dozens of miles away from the town where I live. An accident happened there more than a decade ago, resulting in a small-scale nuclear leak and loss of life. The area has been abandoned and the nearby residents have moved away. A few years ago, my friends and I went there to explore. I fished out the nuclear reactor from the basement. I also modified and maintained it and used it to generate electricity! Hahaha!" Hafer grinned. He looked heartless. Zhang Ailun was silent after hearing this. Listen, what kind of words are these? Experimental area, nuclear leakage, reactor power generation. Or maybe it’s because foreigners die early and there are fewer of them. How dare you play with this thing? Yet nothing happened at all? Talent! ! (End of this chapter)