Chapter 9 Cowboy Gun Shop

"You're welcome!" Sean nodded at his temporary partner, Merkel, and turned to walk downstairs.

When they came out again, the two people found that the area had been isolated by the police, and many people rushed over one after another, forensic experts, forensic doctors, police, etc., and the police lights lit up the street one by one. It looks like a silent lightning bolt that keeps chopping the earth!

"Where are we going? Merkel quipped.

"Let's go to the gun shop!" Sean said as he walked, "I wrote down the gun's number." ”

Merkel didn't say anything, but she already decided in her heart that Sean was an out-and-out workaholic, and a very good workaholic!

Although Sean has not been in contact with this new partner for a long time, he still knows that if the other party does not object, it means to acquiesce.

There are many gun shops in various cities in the United States, but Sean was a detective before he became a patrol officer, and of course he also had some "ways" of his own.

At the intersection of Bull Avenue and Sisco Street, it is still the middle of the night, so it seems very quiet, as if you can hear the sound of trains outside the city!

The buildings here are not very tall, the tallest building is only five floors, and it is also a department store, and the overall environment is a bit old.

A Ford police car, riddled with bullet holes, drove up from the corner and stopped diagonally across the mall in a short time.

Sean and Merkel got out of the car.

"This is it!" Sean raised his chin.

Merkel followed the other side's gaze to a red-brick gun shop with steel guardrails in its windows, with the word "cowboy" written on a sign.

That's right, this is the "cowboy" gun shop, the owner of which used to be his informant when Sean was a detective!

Although in many cases, illegal guns are almost impossible to find unless they are sold by this store.

However, the Colt revolver that Sean found, if it is not a black gun, then in the cowboy gun shop, you can find out who the owner of the gun is, because it is recorded by the firearm network, although it is very troublesome to check, but it can indeed be found. Sean wants to investigate step by step, and the investigation is also step-by-step!!

Sean and Merkel got out of the car and crossed the street to the door of the cowboy shop.

Sean crossed his waist with his right hand, knocked on the door with his left hand, and then pressed the electric bell in the upper left corner of the door a few more times.

The owner of this shop is called Murphy, a real night owl, when he used to be an informant for Sean, the two met in the middle of the night, this is not because there is any basis, but Murphy thinks that it is not easy to be discovered by people to provide clues to the detectives in the middle of the night!

"Who's noisy in the middle of the night! I don't know if the door will open tomorrow. A voice inside that was clearly awake from sleep said. And the small sliding window above the metal gate was opened. A pair of eyes looked out a little hazy.

"Murphy, I'm Sean, I'm looking for you for something!" Sean looked at the other party and was obviously "sleepwalking", so he said directly.

"Sean?" The person behind the window rubbed his hands and eyes, stared out with wide eyes, and then seemed to find something: "Ha! Sean, I almost don't recognize you in a police uniform!"

"Bang! bang!" there was a crack in the metal door, and the door was opened.

"Sean, I heard that you weren't transferred to the West End, don't skip words. Murphy is exactly fifty years old this year, with a "Reagan"-style beard, because he just woke up in the middle of the night, so he is wearing only a big pants, and when he sees a person behind Sean, he asks, "Who is this?"

Sean smiled and patted Murphy's arm and said, "This is my colleague partner, don't worry! We're not here to check on you!".

Murphy shrugged his shoulders and said, "Come in first, what's the matter? It's the middle of the night!".

A few people walked into the gun shop, and Murphy made a "whoosh" sound as he relocked the door.

It's not a top-notch gun shop, but it's a mid-sized one in Sacramento, and unless you're in the arms business for war, it's not a super-sized one.

There are two sections in front and back, behind is Murphy's own living area, and the front is more than 50 square meters of storefront. The walls are surrounded by a display case that looks like a bar, and in the middle of the floor is a square display case. It looks a bit like the word "hui" in Chinese.

The display cases are all glass, and there are all kinds of guns, grenades, magazines, body armor and the like;

However, judging from the bizarre sabers, machetes, pulley bows used for decoration on the walls, and the exceptionally beautiful pistols made of zuò, Murphy is also a collector, and he also exudes some artistic temperament.

Murphy saw that Merkel was looking at a few pistols hanging on the wall, so he walked over and said: "Look at the pattern on the gun, how beautiful, do you know the Titanic? This gun was salvaged from the bottom of the sea, and after being repaired and renovated, I bought it at a great price.......

"Dude, while you're saying something funny, I have to interrupt you. Sean also glanced at an automatic pistol with a silver pattern on the wall, and found that this gun was indeed very beautiful, and said, "Murphy, we are not here to buy weapons, we want to ask you for a favor!"

"Oh?" Murphy turned his head and said, "What's the hurry?" or the old rules?".

"No!" Sean said, "This is not to check the smugglers of arms, I want you to check a gun, exactly who owns it." ”。

"Okay!" Murphy said, "Any clues?"

"I have a gun number. Sean said, "G59*****, see who the registered gun owner is?".

"It's simple. Come with me. Murphy waved his hand and motioned for the two to follow him.

The three of them came to a small desk in the corner of the house, Murphy sat on the chair behind him wearing big pants, opened the computer with his right hand, and then touched his beard with his left hand, waited for the computer to turn on, and said, "What did the gun owner do?"

Sean stood next to him, clasped his hands behind his back, and said, "You know the rules, Murphy!"

Murphy shrugged his shoulders and said to Merkel: "He's always mysterious!".

After a while, the computer turned on, and Murphy clicked on a program from a folder and typed in the gun number with the keyboard. Look at the screen and keep refreshing the information.

Murphy looked at the screen and said, "I guess this gun is a crime!!hehe, you're lucky, it's not a black gun." With that, he tapped the information on the screen with his hand.

Note: "Brothers, collect, recommend, big drop work!"

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