Chapter 646: Chapter 294: Flying Eagle Gun Shop_3
Jimmy’s face darkened.
Allen Zhang got the gist of the situation and immediately laughed, “Jimmy, did you screw up?”
“Mr. Jin, I promised to help you and I will! This kid is playing tricks on me! He probably thinks that since I don’t have any evidence of their crimes, I can’t sue them. He thinks I don’t want to reveal their true faces, so he’s getting bold!” Jimmy cursed.
Allen Zhang smiled, “No worries, it’s just evidence, right? While you were shooting, I had Blitz take care of it.”
Saying so, under the hesitant gaze of the Police Chief, he took out his phone and played a video.
oh,yes,oh,no,omg…
In the video, a fat, middle-aged white man was energetically taking his pleasures atop two white girls, with the Star-Spangled Banner hanging on the wall. The Police Chief stood by watching.
He then flipped through some photos, mostly of the opponent’s property qualifications, photos of corruption and bribery, and plenty of evidence of on-site transactions.
Jimmy was in disbelief, full of admiration. “Mr. Jin, you’ve really thought this through!”
“Thugs who don’t use their brains will always be thugs,” said Allen Zhang.
After watching the video, the Police Chief’s face turned green.
Jimmy mocked him fiercely, “Who would have thought, Turtle Green, you owe your position as Police Chief all to your daughter and wife? Now, can we proceed with the transaction for the gun store?”
“okok…” The Police Chief reluctantly agreed. Jimmy took out the transfer contract he had prepared in advance, had him sign it, and acquired the controlling interest in the gun store without spending a single cent. He then handed over the contract to the General Sect Leader.
“Mr. Jin, from now on, this Falcon Gun Store is yours.”
“Not a bad name.” Allen Zhang checked the contract and the qualification documents. The gun store’s rating on Opportunity Network was only one star, but that was simply because the qualification requirements in Texas were high—after all, with such a high demand for firearms, customers were not hard to come by, making licenses valuable.
Moreover, many of the Falcon Gun Store’s transactions had always been off the books, catering to the channels of street and arms traffickers.
Allen Zhang smiled and did not decline, happily accepting the gun store, “I’ll be relying on you to look after my business from now on.”
“Don’t worry, as long as I, Jimmy, am around for a day, no one dares to mess with your gun store!” Jimmy assured him, using his own head as a guarantee.
After resolving Tad’s mess, he left the rest of the cleanup to the cops.
“If other Tad members want revenge, let them come to me, Jimmy. Only cowards avoid battle. I’m ready to fight them continuously until one side emerges victorious!” Jimmy boldly declared, appearing to have the makings of a street gang leader.
After bidding farewell to the officers, Allen Zhang rode in a Bentley to the Falcon Gun Store.
The Falcon Gun Store had three locations: one was an official spot that could be found on the navigation, located on the outskirts of Austin’s downtown area, operating 24/7 for regular orders.
Another was a rented house in the suburbs, where street handgun orders and unnumbered Ghost Guns were mainly transported and dealt with.
The last one was for storing firearms and making parts, a small workshop handling custom M4 and AR series guns.
When the General Sect Leader drove by, he saw the legitimate Falcon Gun Store, with scantily-clad female clerks striking poses, putting on makeup, taking selfies—god knows if they had some side job.
The One-star Qualification shop wasn’t as large as imagined, security measures were pretty basic, much like any other street-front store, with only burglar-proof windows installed—but no one was foolish enough to attempt a robbery there.