The robbery of the weapons store in Little Rock City immediately became hot news, and Zhang Jing naturally saw it, which made him indifferent and called Lao Daikin directly.

Lao Dai's image is really not flattering, his clothes are pulped, his face is full of beard, and he looks greasy.

His job was to defend the farm, but it was clear that the old man couldn't do it all, because there were 5,000 acres and 20 square kilometers here.

"I decided to give you a salary increase," Zhang Jing looked a little unbright, what salary would he increase if he didn't pay for the New Year? "How about an increase in weekly salary from $1,200 to $3,600?"

Old Dai Jin just looked at the greasy, his brain was very clear, and he understood Zhang Jing's words in seconds, these were the two old brothers who indirectly hired him, but he didn't want everyone to know.

"Occasionally, there will be a task, and the bonus will be issued separately," Zhang Jing seemed to say to himself, "How do you feel?"

The weekly salary of 1200 is not low, nor is it particularly high, the advantage is that the task bonus is really generous, of course, the risk and return are proportional, in short, what is unpalatable, money is hard to make.

"Reasonable," said old Dakin, "and they and I agree."

Zhang Jing bowed slightly, "I'll take Miss Mirika to watch the Blitz game tomorrow, and you will go with you, the farm is fine, right?"

"No problem, they're now 400 kilometers away in Las Vegas, and they'll be back in the evening."

Old Dakkin has no problem with his work attitude and work ability, because Mirika is on the farm and can be trusted.

"Can you get a weapon?" Zhang Jing snapped his fingers and said, "200 grenades and stun bombs, 2,000 rounds each of the -12 three kinds of matching bullets, 10 underwater shooting guns, 2 large iron bells for bomb disposal, 3 911 pistol silencers, 3 hand-held grenade launchers, and 2,000 matching grenades each."

Old Dakkin blinked, uncertain, and asked, "Do you use these things alone?"

"Whether you can use it or not," Zhang Jing explained, "I like to be prepared, buy what you need, how much money you need, and go to Xiangjiang to give you cash."

After a pause for a second, Zhang Jing reminded: "You try to be cautious, don't kill people easily outside, don't drag me into it if something happens, if you go to jail, I will take care of your family, I will ask the best lawyer to try my best to get you out, if you can't get out, I will try to reduce the sentence, if you can't reduce the sentence, I will also give you money every month, and it will be very comfortable to go to prison."

Old Dakkin lowered his head and asked for a long time, "At that time in the Yukon River, you deliberately abducted our father and daughter to Anchorage, right?"

Anchorage is the capital city of Alaska.

Nodded his head.

"Why?" Old Dakkin asked.

After thinking for two or three seconds, Zhang Jing decided to have a showdown, "I brought you on the plane to prove that I didn't take anything with me, and in fact I have sent away the silver lost by the mining company from other channels."

Old Dakkin wondered, "If that's the case, why did you invite me and Mirika to work in Seattle?" Shouldn't we be going back to take the blame for you?"

"At that time, a kind girl reminded me, 'Don't do things you regret,'" Zhang Jing shrugged, "and I relented when I thought of Miss Mirika's tragic experience."

"Kind girl" Old Dai Jin guessed that it was Ding Jiaqi, his mouth moved, he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it, and then turned around and left.

Seeing Lao Dai Jin go away, Zhang Jing breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, just a short time, cold sweat broke out in his palms, fortunately, the worst did not happen.

At dawn, Daikin Sr. and Mike deliver two pickup weapons into the garage of the third villa.

Opening the body cover and lifting the tarp, the elder Dai Jin introduced, "Everything you want is here, grenades, stun bombs, underwater guns, 911 silencers, -12 three matching bullets, grenades and launchers, and explosion-proof shells."

"Did these things come from the investigation?" Zhang Jing asked.

"Use as little as possible," Dai Jin said, "some of them are smuggled from abroad, and some are privately made, so they are strong in risk resistance; But it's best to use it sparingly, and if you must use it, try to clean it as much as possible."

"Private?" Zhang Jing was surprised, "These things can be made by private individuals?

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"Weapons are originally produced by human beings, and as long as there is profit, there are many privately manufactured weapons and weapon accessories."

Zhang Jing understood, and said with high morale, "I will give you a new task, the farm needs to have the ability to make bullets and weapons, it doesn't need too much, just be able to make rifles and standard bullets."

"The production of pure handmade ammunition is very low, and if you need more than 1,000 pieces, you need to smuggle some equipment from abroad," Mike said, "and with the materials, Mr. Dekkin and I can produce smuggled bullets without any traces."

"When this turmoil passes," Zhang Jing looked at Mike and decided, "You buy equipment from abroad, and someone else will send it to Citigroup."

Mike understands that "Storm" refers to the pillar, and Noletta's team tells him that it is worth a lot of money, and that the crazy Indians will not let it go easily.

Old Dai Jin didn't know what the "turmoil" was, but he could see that Zhang Jing was very nervous, the children living on the farm had all taken a break from school at home, and even the cowboys couldn't go out.

At dawn, Zhang Jing called Noletta and asked her to meet at the entrance of the gymnasium at half past eight in the morning.

Before in Nairobi, Noletta said that she had a son who also liked rugby, and planned to take her son to watch the game together, but she didn't expect the woman to blow up directly on the phone, and asked Zhang Jing: "Didn't you read the news, the weapon shop in Little Rock was robbed, and a large number of weapons were lost, it must have been done by that group of Indians, they came here, and my teammates and my family have been hidden."

For a long time, Zhang Jing thought that he was the one who was most afraid of death, but he didn't expect Noletta to be even more cowardly, reminding the woman: "There is a game today, even if those Indians find it, they don't dare to do it in a crowded place."

"I thought the same thing at the local Doxi Hotel, and they rushed straight into the hotel," the loose-skinned Nolailai stabbed to the end, "There's something to say, there's nothing to hang up, there's no electricity in the place where I'm staying."

Zhang Jing was speechless, where was he hiding, but he didn't even have electricity.

"I have time to go to Xiangjiang and give you a share of Mane."

Norelai snorted on the phone, and two words burst out in the middle of the voice, "Reliable."

Hanging up the phone, Zhang Jing thought, is it a bit reckless that he asked students and cowboys not to go out, but he wanted to go out?

Forget it, let's stay at home for two more years.

With a decision in his heart, Zhang Jing took Liang Jieshu, Zhou Manmiao, and a bunch of pets, and drove half an hour from the third villa to the cowshed living area, and found Mirika and Lao Daijin, who were ready to set off and dressed appropriately.

Mirika looks strong and cute.

Old Dai Jin changed into formal clothes and looked more handsome, an old man with a smoky and mature taste.

"Mirika," Zhang Jing said euphemistically, "It's fun to watch other people play, wouldn't it be more fun for us to play by ourselves, I'm going to organize a rugby game inside the farm, would you like to participate?"

Mirika's mind turned slowly, and old Daikin was very bright, knowing that this was Zhang Jing for safety reasons, so he pushed the flames next to him and said, "I run fast, and the guard is the most suitable for me."

Seeing that her father was getting more and more eager to try, Mirika gave up going to the game and tried to ask, "Who will be the referee?"

Zhang Jing patted his chest, "There is someone who is suitable to be a referee and guarantees fairness."

"I'll take the score." Zhou Manmiao took a step forward.

Liang Jieshu smiled, "There are two people to score, count me as one."

Mirika blinked, her tone tinged with anticipation, "I can't wait."