As a killer with a wife, children, and family responsibilities, Wesley certainly won't be like his other peers, hiding everywhere, cunning rabbits, going out to gamble as soon as the bounty arrives, smoking leaves, playing with women, having a good time, drinking one day and getting drunk today, cutting back on food and clothing after being chic, and waiting for the next business to come to the door.

In fact, being a killer is just his side hustle, in order to earn extra money and give his family a better quality of life, he also has a main job, which is used to support his family, after all, the killer industry is not a business every day, and many times, it is normal to have no list for several months.

So, waking up early in the morning, washing up, having breakfast, and saying goodbye to his wife, Wesley drove his Ford pickup to his shop.

This is a gun shop, a small shop, with a wide variety of firearms, pistols, rifles, bullets, accessories, although most of these firearms are semi-automatic, but the variety is very complete.

Of course, he opened such a shop for a reason, after all, what better place to hide the weapons he used in his assassination than to open a gun shop than any other profession?

Moreover, as the only country in the world with more gun shops than hospitals, opening a gun shop in Milican is also a very legitimate profession, and no one can point out that something is wrong.

Take the key to open the lock, pull the special thickened bulletproof iron door up and fasten it, and the "Wesley Gun Supplies Store" is officially opened.

As the clock progressed, as it approached nine o'clock in the morning, five young men and women came to the store, four men and one woman, entered the staff room, changed into their uniforms, and then stood in a row on Wesley's side.

"Good morning! Mr. Wesley! They spoke in unison.

"Good morning, all right, go to work." Wesley waved his hand straight away and waved them back.

Although Wesley is the boss, he has always been a taciturn person, not good at giving chicken blood to employees, and doing things in a down-to-earth manner, and is very disciplined, so he is not very good at talking nonsense to employees.

After greeting the employees and watching them go to work, Wesley returned to the counter, opened a small door, and walked inside.

This is the storeroom of the store, filled with neat rows of firearms, boxes of various specifications of ammunition, and some miscellaneous things, which is also where Wesley usually works.

Sitting down at a workbench by the wall of the doorway, he began his day's work, putting on a pair of white gloves and taking a double-barreled shotgun out of a long box and placing it on the table.

The tools were constantly turning in his hands, and in a matter of minutes, the intricately constructed double-barreled shotgun was dismantled into a table of parts.

Then, with a magnifying glasses on him, he began to examine the parts in detail, and smeared some of them with gun oil.

Although the main business of the store is the sale of firearms and bullets, it will also receive some old customers' firearms repair and maintenance work, after all, most of the firearms are metal products, and they are also precision machinery, which will also break, will be old, will wear out, and will become less bright.

Wesley has been an avid firearms enthusiast since he was a child, and since the age of 8, he has followed his father to the mountains to hunt wild ducks and targets, and he still likes this job very much, just as he likes to use large-caliber bullets to tear open people's skulls, and he also likes to make these slightly old and tired guns younger and more energetic.

"Smack, smack, smack"

Just as he was halfway through his work, there was a knock on a small square window in front of the workbench, and then a small window the size of a 27-inch TV screen was opened, and a young clerk outside handed over a piece of paper.

Business came to your door so soon......

Wesley habitually took the piece of paper and looked at it, muttering, "Oh, it's 5.56 again...... Recently, there has been an increase in the number of people buying bullets...... Looks like we're going to have to order another batch. ”

While thinking, he took two boxes of 5.56 cm standard rifle bullets from the cabinet in the storeroom and placed them on the table in the small window.

Closing the small window and clasping the bill of lading to a nearby clip, Wesley continued to work on his firearm maintenance.

"Smack, smack, smack"

But before 10 minutes of work, the small window was knocked again, opened, and another bill of lading was handed in.

"Huh? Bullets again? Wesley stuck his head out and looked out to see a burly middle-aged, bearded man in a vest with bare arms standing next to the counter, looking impatiently at the window.

Glancing at the unfamiliar customer, Wesley turned around and began to pick up the goods for him.

This time, there were more goods, 10 boxes of 5.56 rifle bullets, 5 boxes of .45 pistol bullets, 5 boxes of 7.92mm Mauser bullets, a total of 20 boxes of ammunition Wesley divided it into two parts before all of them were put on the window platform.

"Pay attention to registration!" With an order to the clerk outside, Wesley closed the window and went back to work.

Every gun shop is monitored by the U.S. Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms, and the outflow of every firearm and bullet must be traceable.

Fortunately, Wesley is not responsible for these chores, and the clerks at the front desk are all old people in the store, skilled in the process, and can complete these tasks well.

Wesley assembled the double-barreled shotgun on the bench and began to check the stability between the various mechanical parts.

Suddenly, he heard a noise, as if there were many people talking.

What's going on? Suddenly so many guests? My small shop is located in the middle of nowhere, and there have never been many customers, and most of them are regular customers, why are there customers one after another today?

Sure enough, a short time later, there was another knock on the window, and five bills of lading were handed in.

Glancing at the list, Wesley looked out again, only to see several young men and women in their twenties standing at the counter, excited about their applications, discussing something with each other, and a few of their companions were talking to the clerks, as if they were discussing which gun to buy.

Unsurprisingly, this group of people is also full of fresh faces.

This time, of course, it was a big business, and when the group of young people left, the store sold a total of 5 rifles, 9 pistols, nearly 500 rounds of ammunition, and several sets of accessories such as holsters.

"What's going on?" Curiosity is always hard to contain, and Wesley couldn't help it anymore, and asked the clerk by the window, "Why are there so many customers today?" Yesterday people were like that? ”

"So much yesterday!" The clerk replied, "I was just about to report to you, it is expected that there will be a lot of people for a long time to come, and I think we should stock more ......."

"What the hell is going on?" Wesley frowned, puzzled.

"You don't know?" The clerk had a look of surprise on his face: "Of course, it's for the 100 million meter grand prize." ”

"100 million meters of gold? What is the 100 million meter gold jackpot? "Wesley is still the second monk and he is confused.

"You don't know...... the clerk reacted, and then began to explain in detail: "Well, here's how it goes......"