As a killer with a wife, children and family responsibilities, Wesley certainly would not hide everywhere like his other colleagues, cunning rabbits, go out to gamble when the bounty arrives, smoke leaves, and play with women. It's fun. If you drink and drink, you will be drunk now. After being free, you will save money and wait for the next business to come.

In fact, when a killer is just his side job, he only earns extra money and provides better quality of life for his family. He also has a main job to support his family. After all, the killer industry does not come to business every day. In many cases, it is normal for him to have no orders for several months.

So, after waking up early in the morning, washing up, and saying goodbye to his wife, Wesley drove his Ford pickup to his shop.

This is a gun shop. In a small shop, there are a wide variety of guns, pistols, rifles, bullets, and accessories. Although most of these guns are semi-automatic, they are of very complete categories.

Of course there is a reason for him to open such a shop. After all, compared to other professions, what is more suitable for hiding the weapons he used in assassination than opening a gun shop?

Moreover, as the only country in the world with more gun shops than hospitals, opening a gun shop in Miligan is also a very legitimate profession, and no one can tell anything wrong.

Use the key to unlock the lock, pull up the specially made thickened bulletproof iron door and fasten it, and this "Wesley Firearms and Supplies Store" officially opened.

As time went on, when it was approaching nine o'clock in the morning, five young people also came to the store. Four men and one woman entered the staff room, changed into uniforms in the store, and then stood in a row at Wesley.

"Good morning! Mr. Wesley!" They spoke in unison.

"Good morning, okay, go to work." Wesley waved his hand and waved them back.

Although Wesley is the boss, he has always been a taciturn person. He is not good at injecting blood into employees. He is also doing things in an official manner and is extremely law-abiding manner, so he is not very good at talking nonsense to his employees.

After saying hello to the employees and watching them go to work, Wesley also returned to the back of the counter, opened a small door, and walked in.

This is the store's warehouse, filled with rows of neat firearms, boxes of bullets of various specifications, and some miscellaneous things. This is also where Wesley usually works.

Sitting in front of a workbench by the wall at the door, he started his work today. He brought a pair of white gloves, then took a double-bar hunting rifle out of a long box and placed it on the table.

Various tools kept flipping in his hands. In a few minutes, this exquisitely structured double-bar hunting rifle was dismantled into parts on a table.

Then he brought a magnifying glasses, began to conduct detailed inspections of the parts, and applied gun oil to some parts.

Although the store mainly sells guns and bullets, it will also receive some old customers' firearm repair and maintenance work. After all, most guns are metal products and precision machinery, and will also be damaged, old, wear out, and become less intelligent.

Wesley has been an avid gun lover since he was a child. He followed his father to the mountains to shoot wild ducks and targets at the age of 8. He still likes this job very much. Just as he likes to use large-caliber bullets to lift people's skulls, he also likes to make these slightly old-fashioned guns younger and more energetic.

"Ba,ba,ba"

Just as his work was halfway through, a small square window in front of the workbench was knocked, and a small window as big as a 27-inch TV screen was opened, and a young clerk outside handed over a piece of paper.

Business is coming so soon...

Wesley habitually took the paper and looked at it, murmured: "Oh, it's another 5.56... Recently, there are more people buying bullets... It seems that they have to order another batch of goods."

While thinking, he took two boxes of 5.56 cm standard rifle bullets from the warehouse cabinet and placed them on the table in the small window.

Close the small window and clamp the bill of lading on a clip next to it, Wesley continued to start his gun maintenance work.

"Ba,ba,ba"

But before 10 minutes of working, the small window was knocked and opened again. Similarly, another bill of lading was handed in.

"Huh? Another bullet?" Wesley stretched out his head and looked out. He saw a strong middle-aged white man in a vest, arms exposed, and a big beard standing next to the counter. He was looking at this side of the window impatiently.

Looking at the customer with a strange face, Wesley turned around and began to pick up the goods for him.

This time, there are more goods, including 10 boxes of 5.56 rifle bullets, 5 boxes of .45 pistol bullets, 5 boxes of 7.92 mm Mauser bullets, a total of twenty boxes of bullets, Wesley divided them twice before they were all placed on the window platform.

"Please check in!" He ordered the clerk outside, and Wesley closed the window and continued to work.

Every gun store is monitored by the US Tobacco, Alcohol and Firearms Administration. The outflow of every gun and the outflow of every bullet must be traceable. For example, when buying bullets in large quantities, special registration and declaration are required.

Fortunately, Wesley doesn't need to be responsible for these trivial matters. The clerks at the front desk are all old people in the store. They are skilled in the process and can complete these tasks well.

Wesley assembled the double-barrel hunting rifle on the workbench and began to detect the stability between the various mechanical components.

Suddenly, he heard a noise, as if there were many people talking.

What is this situation? Suddenly there are so many customers? My small shop is located in a remote place, and there are never many customers, and most of them are regular customers. Why are there customers one after another today?

Sure enough, a short while, the window was ringing again and five bills of lading were handed in.

After looking at the list, Wesley looked out again and saw several young people standing next to the counter, both men and women, all in their twenties, excited to apply and discuss something with each other, and a few of their companions were talking to the clerks, as if they were discussing which gun to buy.

As expected, all of these people were unrestrained.

Of course, this time it was a big business. When the young people left, the store sold a total of 5 rifles, 9 pistols, nearly 500 bullets, and several sets of accessories such as gun holsters.

"What's the situation?" Curiosity is never restrained. Wesley could no longer help and asked the clerk by the window: "Why are there so many customers today? How come we had so many people yesterday?"

"There were so many yesterday!" The clerk replied: "I was about to report to you. I expected that there would be a lot of people in the future. I think we should prepare more goods..."

"What the hell is going on?" Wesley frowned and expressed confusion.

"Don't you know?" The clerk looked surprised: "Of course it's for the 100 million-meter gold prize."

"100 million meters of gold? What is the 100 million meters of gold prize?" Wesley was still confused.
Chapter completed!