Passing through a slightly rusty iron gate, Johnny followed Dominic to a relatively large underground black market in Rio.
"This is probably the place with the most complete range of firearms in Rio. If you can't find the Pistol you want here, then I can only offer my regrets."
Dominic's voice sounded, and Johnny shrugged, "Who knows?"
Brian, who was following behind him, couldn't help but ask, "As professional killers like you, appearing so openly in such crowded places, does it really not matter?"
"Everyone who knew about us has been eliminated by us, so it doesn't matter if they know or not."
Johnny laughed directly, "What's more, most of the time we don't show our faces, so ordinary people generally won't know our information."
Seriously, if his identity as a killer was easily known by ordinary people, wouldn't that be terrible?
Wouldn't his movements be very restricted when he went out?
So, the only people who truly knew his identity were just some of his peers.
As a former FBI agent, Brian naturally understood what Johnny meant, but he was only a junior agent, so he didn't know much.
Dominic, who was in front, listened to their conversation, and a smile also appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Pierce and the others, who were following behind, didn't speak, silently trailing along.
After entering the iron gate, they found themselves in a somewhat oppressive and dimly lit space, where many Mexicans and Black thugs were seated.
Upon seeing Dominic enter, everyone stood up, their hands reaching for their waists—a professional habit.
"Welcome, Dominic."
Standing furthest inside was a burly man with slightly pale skin, wearing a large gold chain around his neck.
When he opened his mouth, Johnny could even see his teeth inlaid with gold and diamonds, and he wore gold rings on both fingers. Below the thick gold chain on his chest, a golden nameplate was suspended.
With a baseball cap worn backward and dressed in hip-hop attire, he didn't look like a gang boss at all.
He approached Dominic, bumped forearms with him, chest-pounded each other, and finally shook hands.
"Long time no see. I heard you haven't been doing so well lately. When do you have time to race again?"
Neymar scanned the people following Dominic, then his gaze lingered on Johnny.
"Night Owl?"
Neymar recognized Johnny at a glance, then extended his hands and walked towards Johnny with a slightly exaggerated gesture, "Wow, you're the dark horse contestant who ranked fourth in this year's World Assassin Organization Ranking Competition. I never thought I'd meet you offline."
Johnny looked at Neymar warily; after all, he didn't look like a good person.
Seeing Johnny's disdainful expression, Neymar touched his nose, looking a bit awkward, "Alright, I only bet that you could make it into the top ten, but I didn't expect your performance to be even better than I imagined, and it made me a lot of money."
As an underground arms dealer, how could he not pay attention to such an influential assassin organization ranking competition?
As for why he knew Johnny was Night Owl, it was simple: his assassin information was all written down.
Brian looked at Johnny with a puzzled expression. Didn't you just tell me that ordinary people don't know you're an assassin?
Then, Neymar pulled out his phone and waved it in front of Johnny, "A friend told me what you look like."
Johnny saw the picture on his phone. Well, it was that bastard Little Devil!
"Since you know who I am, then you also know why I'm here to see you?" The atmosphere was already set, so Johnny could only continue, otherwise, what else could he do?
"What Pistol do you want? This is the most complete firearms sales point in all of Rio."
Neymar spread his hands, pointing to both sides. His subordinates understood and immediately turned on the lights. As the spotlights were turned on one by one, all the surrounding display cases lit up.
And indeed, the firearms here were quite complete, from pocket Pistols to revolvers, to Pistols, to rifles, semi-automatic rifles, and then to squad machine guns, and even rocket launchers and mortars—everything imaginable.
It was a bit dazzling to look at, but Johnny directly stated his needs.
No need for a tour; he was here for guns. Who wanted to tour the items here?
Besides, he had already bought a batch, but currently, there was no way to get them in Rio.
"One FN57, 200 rounds of 5.7mm SS190 Dragon Tooth armor-piercing rounds, 6 magazines." Johnny's request made Neymar raise an eyebrow. Good heavens, going for high intensity right from the start, huh?
Clap!
"Yes, absolutely no problem."
Neymar continued to look at Johnny, also wanting to see what kind of equipment this high-level assassin would choose.
"One P90, 500 rounds of SS1 Dragon Tooth armor-piercing rounds, 10 magazines."
"One glock 34, 200 rounds of 9mm Parabellum, 6 magazines."
"And a P365, two spare magazines, 50 rounds of 9mm Parabellum."
After Johnny finished speaking, he turned to look at the stunned group behind him, including Dominic, who was also a little shocked.
"Are you planning to rob a bank?"
Although they weren't assassins, they had knowledge of firearms. An FN 57, a P90, plus a glock 34, with so much ammunition—what was he planning to do?
Johnny grinned at Dominic, "Don't worry, I'll pay for these guns myself."
How much money is this? Johnny is loaded now.
"It won't come to that; I can still afford these expenses."
Dominic waved his hand. Clearly, although Johnny's chosen equipment was a bit exaggerated, it was still acceptable to him, as the upcoming operation would be very dangerous, and it's better to be prepared.
Soon, the subordinates brought up all the items Johnny requested. There were just a lot of bullets; everything else was fine.
Johnny immediately began disassembling and assembling the Pistol on the spot, then moved on to the loading stage. With specialized tools, loading the bullets was very quick.
The others also chose their own weapons. For example, Pierce chose two Desert Eagles.
To be honest, Johnny was very disdainful of that Pistol. What good person uses that Pistol as a regular carry Pistol? Their brain must be broken.
However, considering Pierce's personality, he let it go. Let him be.
Brian chose a glock 18C, two magazines, and 50 rounds of ammunition.
Han also chose a revolver, a Smith & Wesson. He used firearms less often, so a revolver was enough for him.
Gisele, on the other hand, chose an Uzi submachine gun with 4 magazines; she would make good use of it.
The Haier Brothers each took an AK-47. Tej, being logistics personnel, did not take a Pistol.
However, at Johnny's suggestion, he still picked a glock 43. This Pistol is very good as an everyday self-defense Pistol because it is compact.
Johnny put all the guns on his body one by one: the FN 57 under his left armpit, the glock 34 under his right armpit, and the P365 at his lower back.
As for the P90 submachine gun, it was directly hung under his suit, on his left side, attached to the quick-release hook of his bulletproof vest. Unless there were large movements, this Pistol would not be exposed.
After all the remaining bullets were loaded, he inserted the magazines one by one into his tactical vest. The others watched, as if witnessing a magic trick, seeing a pile of guns and magazines disappear so quickly.
"Damn it, is this something a human can do?" Pierce looked incredulous, and Dominic wasn't much better.
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