Murphy actually has a good relationship with Sean on the whole, unlike other informants, as if he should cooperate with the police officers on the line, and even some police officers say that they are not good, and treat informants like slaves.

When Sean started working with him, he insisted that as long as you don't overdo it, I will get along with you normally. Now the two have become friends, which is something that Sean didn't expect at first.

After listening to Sean, this time the informant paid for it, and it should be more than before, Murphy's industrious hands immediately tapped the keyboard happily again, and after a while, he used a pen to copy down the whereabouts of the three guns with paper, handed it to Sean, and said: "Oh! Again, whether there are M25 sniper rifles flowing into the city from other channels, I don't know, and I can't figure it out! ”。

"Thanks, man!". Sean reached out and took it, looking at the paper. I saw that it read: "On the fifteenth of last month, Landry Gang, Thor, at the end of last month, Cowboy Sarah, and on the tenth of this month, Elite Shooting Club." ”。

"Who's Thor' from the Landry Gang, and who's Sara 'Cowboy'?" Sean asked.

"That's all I know, man! And the first two were black guns, and it's good that I can find out like that!". Murphy said powerlessly, "Maybe you can take a few big men from the Bureau and sweep up the Landry Gang." As for that 'cowboy' Sarah, maybe it's a pseudonym, but you know it. People like me hear about it, and it's said that the 'Black Knight' has something to do with this 'cowboy' Sarah, or you may be able to find out something if you ask. ”。

"Thanks again. Man!". Sean said: "There is another question, you also saw that photo, who in this city has this kind of craftsmanship to change guns?".

"There are a lot of people who can change their guns, but most of them are two-five-eyed. I can change the gun to look like this. At least it has to be an expert like me, and there are less than three in the city. ”。 Murphy said a little proudly, "What's wrong man? You want their information?".

"Yes!", Sean said. Why did he want to "change the gun" information? Because as Murphy said, it's hard to say whether there are M25 sniper rifles flowing into the city from other sources.

So he wanted to check the information of the "gun changer". This will increase the chances of new clues and solving the case. So what if the gun was modified before it came to the city?

In fact, Sean will not bother with this question at all. I don't ask questions, which will get you into the horns. Because his creed is to do all the work that is within his ability! What is beyond his ability cannot be done. Then there is no way.

Investigation is like this, every clue has to be traced, ten clues may be found later, and eight of them are all broken. But you can't say that I won't check these eight before. How is that possible? So every one of them has to be checked. Only after checking. will find out if this clue is useful.

"Don't say it's from me, my peers are enemies, if they know it's me, they will definitely think I'm fixing them!" Murphy muttered to Sean, and then wrote two more names on a piece of paper.

Sean took it and looked at it, "Chandler, the Night Ghost Gang, Assunsan, Little Mexico Road." ”。 The guy in the back has a Mexican name, so he asks, "Is Assunsan Mexican?".

Murphy shrugged. "I don't know, but he has thick hair that only Mexicans have," he said. Looks a lot like Marquez! It's said that he doesn't do it anymore, but who knows. ”。

"Okay! That's half the story!". Sean smiled and pointed to the wall behind Murphy. said, "Show me your big baby!".

"What? I thought you were joking. ”。 Murphy smiled and said, "We have a good relationship, but I can't give you a discount on this thing! Are you sure you want to buy it?".

"Of course!". Sean said, "Show me first." ”。

"Okay!". Seeing that he was not joking, Murphy stood up in his chair, turned around, and carefully opened the separate display case and took the gun out.

So what does this gun look like? It's a silver large-caliber automatic pistol! Generally speaking, it's not much different from the M1911! But it's much prettier! Because it's an antique gun.

Murphy saw that Sean took it and looked at it over and over, and he was quite happy in his heart, after all, his collection was appreciated, and of course he would be happy. He opened his mouth and said, "This is an antique gun, but after my repair, it is almost the same as new, and I know why you like this gun, because it is the same caliber as your 1911!

Sean was looking at the pattern on it, and found that the gun was indeed very beautiful, with an all-silver body, exceptionally beautiful reliefs, and after Murphy's masterful refurbishment, it was almost no longer a gun, but a work of art. At this time, he heard Murphy's question, but unexpectedly handed the gun back, and said, "I really wanted to buy it, but because it is like you said, it is about the same performance as my 1911! But such a work of art, I can't bear to use it." ”。

"Are you bluffing me?". Murphy took the gun in a daze, rolled his eyes, and said, "I knew you were bluffing me! ”。 As he spoke, he put the gun back in a separate display case on the wall.

"Recommend me a revolver!". Sean smiled and said, "I have the M191" It's a bit repetitive to have it again, and the performance is about the same, eh...... I wanted a revolver that could shoot quickly. ”。

"Are you sure you didn't bluff me this time?". Murphy looked at Sean and said.

"Of course, I'm sure!". Sean said with a stern face.

"That's good!". Murphy spun out from behind the counter. said: "Come with me, I must have the goods you need here!".

Sean then followed him to the other side of the gun shop. It's all revolver counters. All kinds of revolvers lie quietly inside the special glass counter.

"How's this going?". Murphy pointed to a black and shiny python pistol inside and said.

"No! no!". Sean waved his hand and said, "I want the kind that can shoot and shoot quickly!"

"Cowboy West!". Murphy raised an eyebrow in understanding. said, "How about this one?". As he spoke, he took out a gun from it and handed it to Sean with his backhand.

The latter took it and looked at it, this gun is also a type of Colt revolver. The appearance is frosted silver, the barrel is slightly longer than the billy, of course, this is relatively speaking, the handle has a certain arc, and the appearance is very beautiful.

"The kind used by authentic western cowboys, single action and double action are fine. It depends on your approach, you know? Texas Cowboy Sheriff Coles won the fast-pull contest and he used a different one, but this one is even better than his! Murphy said confidently.

Sean felt that the gun was really good. It was very much in line with his requirements, and then he moved the hammer, felt it, and said, "It's a little tight!".

Murphy said indifferently: "These are small problems, if you make a decision, I can help you tune it and hold you satisfied!".

"Well! How much?". Sean asked.

"Nine hundred!". Murphy said.

"Oh my God, it's expensive. But...... That's it!". Sean said, "I want that quick-pull holster, I want it to be pinned to my waist!"

"You get what you pay for. Good eye!". Murphy said, "Try the trigger again, I'll satisfy you all at once!"

Sean looked at the magazine. It was empty, so he pulled the trigger, and yes, the tightness was okay. said: "The trigger is just right, just help me get the hammer!"

"It's easy!". As Murphy spoke, he took out his school gun, slowly adjusted it, and then asked Sean to try again, and repeated it twice, and Sean nodded affirmatively. Then he took out his ID card and bank card, handed them over, and said, "One hand of money, one hand of goods!".

"Hey, hey!". Murphy took it with a smile and said, "Right away!".

After registering the gun and swiping the card, Murphy handed the two things back to Sean and found a brand new belt-style quick-pull holster from under the counter. and a small box of 30 rounds of ammunition, and said, "This gun is taxable, so I don't discount it, I'll give you 50 rounds!

"Of course, I'll remember!". As he spoke, Sean first loaded the bullets into the chamber of the gun, then inserted the six bullets into the spare belt hole on the periphery of the quick-draw holster, and pinned the gun into the belt on the right side behind the holster.

Sean took out a large toad mirror from the inner pocket of his suit, put it on his eyes, and said, "Okay man! I'm leaving, I'm going to have a drink with you another day!"

"I hope you remember!". Murphy said.

Sean walked out of the cowboy shop, with the rest of the bullet in his hand, walked across the street, sat in his Audi, and put the bullet in the drawer on the right hand side of the car.

You took the two pieces of paper out of her pocket and looked at them, then pulled out the phone and dialed Theresa.

Obviously, Theresa is still there! Because the first thing the long-legged girl said was obviously not to herself: "Keeley, you go and ask the owner of the house first!" I'll answer the phone first, it's Sean...... Hey, Sean, How's the gun going?

Sean looked down at the two pieces of paper that Murphy had copied to him again, and said, "I found out that three M25 sniper rifles have flowed into the city within a month, and I have obtained their approximate whereabouts, and I am about to check them out!"

Hearing this, Theresa was silent for a while, beforehand, Sean said that the informant was his friend, so Teresa let him act alone, but at this time, when he heard that Sean found out the flow of firearms, who likes to play these things? Then I'll go to you, and we'll do it together!".

"So be it!". Sean felt that Theresa must be worried about her own safety before saying this, after all, the police had something to do. Basically, there are more than two people, and there are also people when there is one, but the probability of an accident is definitely higher than that of two people together. "There's a sniper rifle in it, and it's going to the elite shooting club! It's a black gun, but I believe it's a white gun with formal formalities, so I'll go there first! How about you go to the club and find me when you're done?"

The Shooting Elite Club is the property of real estate tycoon Jonah #Kinson, and it belongs to the official place. The members inside are also some of the local figures, and even if they have any tricks, they don't dare to come openly. So Theresa said, "Okay! I'll do my best!".

"Wait!". Seeing that Theresa was about to hang up the phone, Sean hurriedly said, "There is one more thing! I bought a new gun, you can help me register it in the bureau!"

"Okay! Theresa said, "I'll give you a call!".

"You're so nice!". Sean complimented her, and then said, "Gun number XXX." Source: XXX......".

In the United States, law enforcement officers are encouraged to own private guns, and although police departments also equip law enforcement officers with firearms, they are still encouraged to own private guns, and in some states. It will also reimburse a part of the cost to police officers who buy private guns, and after you register the gun in the police department's file, you can be provided with unlimited ammunition for free! Of course, registration is registration, but firearms are still privately owned! (California doesn't seem to have any, but this kind of trivial matter doesn't need to drill into the horns! I just wrote it, what's the matter!)

California is one of the richest states in the United States. Of course, there is also such a system, hence the above benefits. Sean is available.

However, in the past, some police officers took advantage of these preferential policies. Jin Ran has become a small arms dealer, so now there is a relevant rule, that is, there are discounts, but only for registered firearms, and once registered, this gun can not be sold privately at will, unless there is a good reason. Then apply for an offset registration, but then you have to return all those preferential things.

Sean doesn't plan to sell the gun either, so registering the gun is beneficial and harmless, so after he tells Trisha some relevant information about the gun, such as the gun number, how much it costs, which store he bought it from, etc., it will be counted as a life!

"That's it!". Sean said, "I'll go to the shooting club on the outskirts of the city first!".

"Stay in touch!". Theresa spoke, and the two hung up.

Sean picked up his phone, started the car, and slowly accelerated, heading for the shooting club on the outskirts of the city.

The elite shooting club, which Sean once went to when he was at the West End Police Department, was to track down a veteran of a "vendetta case". Twenty minutes later, I left downtown Sacramento and parked in the shooting club's parking lot.

Sean had a good memory, and he saw the guard at the gate of the club, one of which he had seen before, also to track down the veteran, and asked the guard a few questions. But this guy's memory is obviously not as good as his, and he doesn't remember Sean, which may also be because Sean was wearing a uniform at the time, and now he is wearing a casual suit and wearing a big toad glass.

When the guard saw someone coming, he raised his head and nodded politely, although he didn't recognize Sean, he still stopped him and said, "Sir, are you a member of this club?"

"It's not!". As he spoke, Sean flashed the badge around his waist and said, "But I have this! I'm going to find your head and ask a few questions." ”。

"Oh!". The guard glanced at the badge of the Bureau of Adjustment on his waist and said, "Mr. Little Jinson, I didn't come today!"

"So who's in charge now?". Sean asked.

"I can help you contact our VP if needed!" The guard asked.

"I'm sorry for you!". Sean said.

The guard grabbed the phone, waited for a while, and said, "Mr. Shange, there is a detective at the door, and he wants to find the person in charge, yes...... Say I'm going to ask a few questions!Okay! I'll let him go to you!".

"Click!". After hanging up the internal phone, the guard looked up and said, "He's waiting for you in the office, the third floor!

"Thanks!". Sean reached out and took off the big toad glass, put it in his inner pocket, and walked towards the club. The scale of this club is quite large, who let the big boss of the family is a real estate tycoon, after passing through the front yard, into the club's office building.

This office building is not small, with a horizontal area of nearly 100 meters and a total of five floors. After Sean entered, it may have been the guards who notified him inside, so the guardhouse on the first floor of the building, although he was seen, did not stop him.

Sean walked down a not-so-long hallway, starting up the stairs and going upstairs. When he reached the third floor, he saw that it was a large hallway, and on either side were offices.

It was much simpler, Sean walked down the hallway, constantly looking at the doors on both sides, and finally, in the middle of the hallway, there was a door on the left hand hand side that said "Assistant Manager's Office".

"Dangdang!" Sean came to the door and reached out and knocked.

"Please come in!". A voice came from inside the door.

Sean pushed the door and walked in, only to see that the office was not too big, with a bookcase on the left and a display case with accessories on the right, which were full of models of various firearms and several awards inside. There was a huge desk opposite, and behind it sat a man in his forties. Looking up at Sean. (To be continued)

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