At 21 Winchester Road in Southampton, there's a strange hardware store.

Mr. Robert Wilson was the owner here, a Northern Irishman in his sixties, who was tall and burly, old but in good spirits.

In Mr. Wilson's shop, you can easily buy many things, such as faucets, screws, door locks...... There's even a pistol!

On the surface, the laws of England regulate firearms, which seem to make it impossible for ordinary people to legally obtain any kind of firearms.

But there are always loopholes in the law......

For example, modern firearms are prohibited by law, so for example, old shotguns, revolvers, and some collectible antiques and commemorative firearms can be easily purchased without specific documents.

There is also a loophole: Mr. Wilson is a Northern Irishman.

Unlike England, Northern Ireland law allows citizens to possess any handgun and there are no restrictions on the magazine capacity of handguns and shotguns.

So, before the Thomas Hamilton shooting (1996), Mr. Wilson could legally and without any papers sell dozens of pistols or shotguns a year to his Northern Irish "friends" in Southampton.

This is also the biggest source of income for this hardware store every year.

......

On December 30, 1992, Mr. Robert Wilson looked after his shop as usual.

At dusk, his hardware store welcomed an uninvited guest: a big man with a body full of meat, walked in.

The other party is at least 1.9 meters tall, has slightly dark skin, and has a face that looks fierce and brutal.

"Mr. Robert Wilson?" asked the big man in a low voice.

Mr. Wilson looked up and asked in a low voice:

"Yes, sir, what do you call it?"

"Varian-Ureon. ”

"Hello, Mr. Ureon, do you need my help?" the hardware store owner asked rhetorically, hearing the somewhat strange name.

"That's right. The other party's voice was very calm, and there was hardly a trace of waves: "Mr. Wilson, I heard that you can buy a pistol here?"

"Pistols, of course......," said Robert Wilson, whose eyes narrowed into slits, and he smiled, "but my guns will only be sold to my fellow Northern Irishmen." ”

"Of course, I'm from Northern Ireland, I was born in Belfast......," the big man replied with a smile.

The pure South England accent had betrayed him! Obviously, he could not have been a Northern Irishman.

However, as he spoke, the uninvited guest secretly stuffed a few bills into the hands of the hardware store owner.

Several £50 bills.

Obviously, this guest didn't look as brainless as the muscles on his body, Wilson thought to himself.

"I'm honored, Mr. Wrynn, please come with me!"

......

It took Jon a long time to get used to his new body.

It's like suddenly stretching your body and making it a little thicker, which is actually a very uncomfortable process.

This big man with a height of 1.9 meters is actually a security guard in Eric's office...... A character who looks tough, but is actually very timid. Jon secretly cut off a few strands of hair while he was napping.

As a good young man who has been poisoned by scientific culture for decades, he naturally has a blind trust in scientific and technological weapons...... Especially if after four or five months of exposure to magic, you still can't easily cast some hurtful spells.

He desperately needs the ability to protect himself.

......

The big man Urion followed Mr. Wilson to the back of the hardware store counter.

He kept his right hand in his pocket, clutching something tightly, very vigilantly observing his surroundings for anything unusual.

The hardware store owner had already taken a large box out of the cabinet and bent down.

"I don't know what your preference for firearms is!" he said, pulling out the top pistol, "Mr. Wryon...... This is a Colt M1911 pistol, which has been in production since 1911 and was widely used in the US Army until ten years ago, firing 0.45-inch Colt pistol cartridges with an effective range of 50 meters!"

The big man frowned, it looked like he had heard of this classic pistol.

"Mr. Wilson!" he began, "I think I need something more advanced." ”

This weapon, which began to be produced eighty years ago, is indeed a bit backward.

"Okay...... A discerning customer!" Mr. Wilson smiled, bent down, and began to search.

"I found it, this is a good gun!" This time he took out the pistol, which was much smaller than the previous one: "The PSM pistol, a 1980 product, is only the size of the palm of the hand, weighs no more than a pound, uses 5.45mm pistol cartridges, and has an effective range of 30 meters...... It's a Soviet product, it's cheap, it's a KGB weapon, it's very lightweight, and the gunfire is very small!"

"Really?" the other man took the small pistol and looked at it carefully.

"And what about the recoil?

"I bet it's the world's smallest recoil pistol, and even a 12-year-old can shoot with ease!" said the hardware store owner without hesitation.

"Is it okay for a 12-year-old child?" The big man couldn't help but light up his eyes, and then nodded: "I want this gun!"

Looking at the pistol that did not match the size of the big man, Mr. Wilson couldn't help but smile secretly.

But he definitely won't take the initiative to stir up a business.

"I also need a more powerful pistol, the more powerful the better...... the other party continued.

"Powerful pistol, you can look at this ......" Mr. Wilson took out a pistol from the bottom of the box: "This is a great product, the Desert Eagle Mark I pistol that was only released in the United States in 1985...... It fires 0.357 Magnum revolver rounds, weighs nearly four pounds, has an effective range of up to 200 meters, and can easily kill brown bears and wild boars at close range!"

"Really?" the other man began to take a serious look at the pistol, "Can that kill a python?"

"I swear even the biggest snake in the world would get a headshot from this gun. ”

"I want both guns!" The big man seemed to have made up his mind: "You still need to give me some bullets." ”

Mr. Wilson liked this cheerful customer the most, and he did not hesitate to wrap the two guns and bullets and label them with faucets on the outside.

"Three thousand pounds in all, sir!"

Without bargaining, the other party took out a thick stack of pounds directly from his pocket, and said, "I have one more question, Mr. Wilson." ”

The hardware store owner took away his greedy look.

"Excuse me, sir!"

"I need you to help me find someone!"