After changing his clothes, Natsuki took the elevator to the hotel lobby.

"I said, do you also offer weapons services in your hotel?"

After asking the front desk, Natsuki was invited into the room on the first floor, this time with only two storage scrolls, but his pistol and rifle were still there, but he still wanted to try some new guys.

The previous battle in the restaurant made Natsuki realize that it is also a very inhumane thing to use martial arts to deal with ordinary people who don't know martial arts, in addition to being too bloody, and it is more merciful to use a firearm headshot, after all, there is a high probability that you can leave a whole corpse.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Sherlock, we meet again!"

The bartender I saw last night changed into a uniform and stood in the center of the room, and the walls were covered with all kinds of firearms, Natsuki seemed to be back in Zhuo Yifan's arsenal, but the types of guns here were obviously richer, and the taste was very different.

As for why it is different, because these are obviously not street goods pulled directly from the military factory, but more high-end custom-made types.

Private customization has always been a representative of luxury, just like this bulletproof suit on Natsuki's body, in addition to matching his temperament, his name is embroidered on the collar.

"Very nice clothes!"

"Thank you!"

The bartender obviously saw the strangeness of Natsuki's clothes, and said directly in praise that although this last layer of defense would basically not be used, Natsuki still expressed her gratitude.

"I'm going to a feast tonight, and there are about sixty attendees, I don't know if you have any good recommendations?"

128 Chinatown, as the headquarters of Hesheng, is also an upscale club with drunken fans, so it is planned that Natsuki will act at night.

"Sixty? This banquet must be very grand, for the pistol, I recommend this changed carbon fiber HK45, you can replace the rear grip piece to make the grip more comfortable, and the point four or five caliber although the magazine capacity is reduced to ten rounds, but it has a higher lethality. ”

Saying that, Eddie took down a modified HK45 from the wall, which was lighter than the original gun, with an ergonomic grip, and a little bit of four or five calibers, which made Natsuki very satisfied.

I'm used to Glock, so it's good to try German products now.

"I'm satisfied, what about the main weapon? I hope it's shorter! ”

Compared with cold weapons, which are an inch short and an inch is dangerous, at close range, thermal weapons are as short as possible, especially indoors. Since this time the plan is to mercifully solve the problem with a firearm, a suitable primary weapon is also indispensable.

"Shorter? Then I recommend this fully automatic modified Type 97 rifle! ”

Taking over this Type 97 from Eddie's hand, Natsuki's eyes lit up, when he was in the army, he played 95, even if he used so many firearms, the most impressive thing he was the rifle with the rear of the magazine, and the Type 97 was the 5.62mm version of the 95.

"The location of the safety has also been readjusted, and the problems that arose during the use of this gun have been corrected by modification."

Eddie is very confident, and after modification, the performance of this gun far exceeds that of the original product.

"For firepower, although the drum can be used to feed the ammunition, but because the magazine socket is rear-mounted, for the sake of comfort, we provide a special double-row magazine, which allows you to recover fire suppression in the shortest possible time."

Taking over this double-row magazine, Natsuki inserted the gun slot and pulled the bolt is a standard tactical gun, and sixty rounds of ammunition does save a lot of space compared to the drum.

Using the weapons exported by the state to punish these thugs who left the country to do evil, Natsuki felt a sense of mission at the moment.

"Do you need me to bring this to your room?"

"Thank you!"

Natsuki expressed his satisfaction with this shopping, this is a completely different experience from Ethan and Henry, but this is probably the last time Natsuki buys a gun, after all, he is now strong enough to carry a cannon to charge.

Fortunately, Natsuki didn't bring the cannon with him when he went out this time, although he could end all the battles in minutes with the efficiency of the machine gun, but the movement would be too great.

In the real world, he is just a low-key small businessman, and in order to protect the sanctity and inviolability of his property, he is forced to pick up a knife and gun.

"Mr. Sherlock, please enjoy your party tonight!"

Before Natsuki could leave the room, Add stopped him again, nodded and turned around and walked out of the room.

Tonight, you really have to enjoy it!

After settling lunch at the hotel's restaurant, Natsuki returned to his room, Perkins' body was gone, and the firearms and ammunition he had purchased that morning appeared on the table.

Such intimate service makes Natsuki feel that if he doesn't have an inheritance system, it's also a good choice to be an emotionless killer, after all, the body left to him by his parents is very durable.

I just don't know if I will meet my Matilda in the killer's life.

Without much thought, Natsuki began to pack his things, there was a small snack waiting for him before the party started, and it was ten kilometers between the hotel and Chinatown, and some of those killers would definitely not let go of such a good opportunity.

Inserting the pistol into the holster under his arm, Natsuki pinned the two pistol magazines to his belt with a buckle, and the loaded Type 97 was put into the viola box by Natsuki.

Putting on a red bow tie for himself, Natsuki in front of the mirror transforms into a perfect performer, and no one can recognize his true identity except for the killers who have memorized him in their bones.

As for Boss Zhang, Natsuki glanced at the photo in his hand, which was a middle-aged man with a big belly, and under his kind face was greed and tyranny, this was the photo that Natsuki found in his office, and tonight was his death.

Putting the photo away and lying on the chair Perkins sat on, Natsuki began to close his eyes and recuperate, because he went to bed early last night, but he didn't sleep very well because of the incident in the middle of the night, and he was free at the moment to recharge his energy.

When it was dark, Natsuki opened his eyes and it was time to get to work.

The moment he opened the door, the door next door also opened, and John Wick, who was carrying his luggage, walked out of it.

"You're leaving?"

"Yes, what about you?"

Seeing Natsuki closing the door with the piano case on his back, John Wick also asked.

"Me, I've got a show in Chinatown."

"Good luck then!"

"You too!"

took the elevator to the first floor, the two broke up in the lobby, John Wick went to check out, and Natsuki walked out the door, since he checked into the Continental Hotel yesterday, he has never left, and those killers who have been ambushed outside are afraid that they have been waiting for a long time!

"Poof~~"

A bullet slashed past Natsuki's ear and hit the porch of the hotel, this movement did not attract the attention of anyone except the doorman, it was an accurate shot from five hundred meters away, but Natsuki, whose pace did not change, only leaned forward slightly to dodge the fatal bullet.

And directly across the corner, an old man with a suitcase came up.

So, has the feast already started early?

Twisting his neck, Natsuki stopped.

"Want to help?"

A familiar voice rang in Natsuki's ears.

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