Li Ang returned to the car, looked through the map album, and drove the vehicle to the center of the city.

Instead of heading to Hudson Road, he took a small turn and drove to a certain street, got out of the car and entered the alley, sneaked to the backyard of a second-level weapon merchant gun shop authorized by ATF. He wore gloves and pried open the password lock, alarm system, main power supply, and entered the gun shop in the dark.

In the United States, you can only drink alcohol at the age of 21, but you can buy a gun at the age of 18, and at the age of 5, you can enter the shooting range under the guidance of your parents to practice gun shooting.

Sometimes, when shootings occur in the United States, large supermarkets will remove shooting video games (the reason is that video games will cause violent tendencies among teenagers), but there are various types of guns on the shelves of supermarkets, and you can buy one for a few hundred dollars.

You really have it, America.

As an ordinary high school student who is obedient and has never bought guns,

Li Ang entered the gun shop in the United States like Liu Laolao entering the Grand View Garden, and was amazed at the dazzling array of shelves.

"M249 semi-automatic civilian type, SCAR 17S, HK417 semi-automatic civilian type, M1911R1, Remington 700, Barrett M82A1, helmet, scope, night vision instrument, crossbow, bow..."

Li Ang sighed, "I visited HaiLan Home twice a year, and I feel a new feeling every time."

Although the assault rifles in the gun shop are only semi-automatic civilian models, they are stipulated to be dead and humans are alive. As long as they are slightly modified (such as installing a musket stock) they can become fully automatic - American arms dealers also like to take off their pants and fart and cover their ears and steal bells.

Miss Chai's head came out of his neck and glanced at the gun shop in a supermarket, "How many guns do you take?"

"How many?"

Li Ang waved his hand, "It's too dangerous to put these guns in the store, of course they have to be emptied."

He selected several guns to hit ammunition and put them in the backpack bar, then took out a large piece of plastic film and placed it on the open space in the center of the gun shop, and asked Miss Chai to put all the shelves down and stack them on the plastic film.

Then, Li Ang took out the [Automated Pet Retainer] and sent all the guns and ammunition from the entire gun shop into the retainer, so that the earthworms and bees living inside could also smell the free air from the United States.

It took only ten minutes for Li Ang to move the entire gun shop, and then he immediately returned to the car and headed to the Iceberg Club at 17 Hudson Road.

This club is located in a remote street in downtown Frankfurt. Although it is remote, the interior decoration is extremely luxurious. It is late at night, and beautifully dressed young men and women stand at the front door, waiting in line.

Li Ang was wearing this sloppy white old lady look, let alone queuing up to go to the nightclub, it would be better if he didn't get beaten out.

This is an era of face-looking.

Li Ang parked his car in the distance, walked into a dark alley, climbed the wall and climbed up the rooftop, jumped on the rooftops of each building, and arrived at the building where the Iceberg Club was located.

"It's here."

Li Ang stood on the edge of the rooftop and looked down. The secret side door of the club was located between two alleys. At this time, there were only two strong men with big waists and round waists standing at the door, which was quite ferocious.

Li Ang looked at the distance and jumped down from the rooftop.

The bodyguard standing on the left side door heard a whistling from above his head. He subconsciously raised his head and saw a pair of old lady's feet falling from the sky and falling straight towards him.

Bang.

The bodyguard's face was used as a buffer pad by Li Ang, and he fell to the ground in an instant, with blood foam spurting out from the corner of his mouth, fainting.

Before another bodyguard could see clearly what was going on, Li Ang hit the chest with a palm, smashing himself into the brick and stone wall, and collapsed weakly to the ground.

Li Ang slowly stood up, patted the dust that did not exist on his body, pulled the bodyguard lying on the ground, took off his suit, tie, and sunglasses, put it on himself, and pushed open the side door and entered the club.

In the club, the music was noisy, and men and women jumped and danced to the electronic music, shaking their hair and heads.

Suddenly, a riot was caused by a place near the bar on the edge of the dance floor. A young Asian man was pulled away from the bar by two security guards beside his body and pressed on the ground and beaten up.

Everyone around screamed and retreated, leaving a piece of open space.

"Call the police, please call me,"

The beaten man was pressed to the ground, with blood in his teeth, "I saw that they wanted to take the drugged girl to the VIP room..."

He pointed at a woman who was lying on the edge of the bar, drunken eyes and unconscious, kept calling for help from the crowd, asking them to call Frankfort officials.

"Put your mouth cleanly!"

The two security guards had ferocious faces, turned him over, punched him in the mouth, and broke several of his teeth alive.

The man was already confused and on the verge of fainting.

One security guard pulled him out of the nightclub like a dead dog, while another security guard explained to everyone around him that the man was confused and talked nonsense after knocking the compound, and repeatedly apologized to the frightened guests.

"What do you do?!"

Li Ang, wearing a security uniform, walked over. He frowned and his face was stern, with his hands behind him, looking like a senior leader, "Why don't you put him down?"

Although he was still a white old lady at this time, he was wearing a suit and tie, and was extremely grand. The two bodyguards had never seen him before, and they didn't know his identity. They raised their fists for a moment, not knowing what to do.

A security guard asked tentatively, "You are..."

"I?"

Li Ang snorted coldly and took out a gun shop business card from his pocket, "I am a senior FBI search officer, Judy Steelin, who is investigating a transnational criminal group called the Black Group.

They produced a toxic drug called APTX4869 and placed it in various nightclubs to observe the effect of the drug.

The person in your hand is my informant, known as Conan Edogawa, why don’t you put him down quickly?”

Maoyan's illusion function made the two security guards regard the gun store business card as an FBI certificate. They looked at each other and obviously could not believe this nonsense.

At this time, the nightclub security supervisor located behind the crowd saw the situation through the surveillance screen on the tablet

Through intercom headphones, we directly issued orders to get several security personnel around us to stop the riot.

As an old man, he naturally would not believe this nonsense, not to mention that this nightclub belongs to Felix Miller, the most powerful person in the city. Who will investigate and who dares to investigate?

As for this fat woman who claims to be FBI... she is probably a brain-diseased mentally.

Let his subordinates control her and check her identity. If it is true, beat her up and throw her out. If it is false, she has no background...

hehe.

At this time, the electronic music in the nightclub has stopped.

Under the command of the security supervisor, several security guards walked over the crowd and towards Li Ang. However, before they could get close, Li Ang took out his pistol and turned around and pointed it at a security guard's head.

His blatantly drew his gun, shocked all the security personnel, and they took a step back, indicating that they were not hostile.

A bodyguard who looked the highest-level put his hands on his chest and said sincerely, "Ms. Search officer, we are willing to cooperate with your work..."

Li Ang didn't listen, but pulled the trigger directly.

Glock's gunshots were dull and loud, and the security guard's face was still astonished. A hole was opened in the middle of his eyebrows. His eyes instantly lost their spirit and fell to the ground.

The nightclub men and women who were immersed in the music just now took several seconds to realize what was going on. Screams came one after another, and the crowds crowded to run towards the gate.

Li Ang didn't look at the corpse on the ground and cursed, "Damn, you actually dare to attack the FBI? Then no wonder I'm in self-defense!"

Who attacked you?! We obviously did nothing!

The security guards immediately reached their hands to their waists and prepared to shoot the gun. However, Li Ang's movements were faster than them. He used his middle finger to pass through the trigger ring of the pistol, held the gun in his left hand and pulled it forward, and shot forward.

This shooting mode is called "Crash Fire". The first bullet is fired through the front pulling gun. The remaining bullets will be fired at high speed by the recoil of the gun, which can fire the semi-automatic weapon with a fully automatic effect.

Under Li Ang's precise control, the fire-bumping shooting with extremely poor accuracy accurately hit the foreheads of all the security guards in front of him and all fell to the ground.

At this time, the two security guards behind him hurriedly let go of the Asian man who was beaten up very badly. Just as they were about to draw out the gun to shoot, they saw Li Ang throw the pistol into his armpit, and shoot twice behind him as if his eyes had grown on the back of his head.

Bang bang.
Chapter completed!