6: Chapter 6 Rejected at the Bar

As a qualified arms dealer, having weapons yourself is not enough.

What is important is having weapons to take out and sell!

After some fuss, of the more than eight million us dollar, Zhang Shan had spent all but a few ten thousand.

Fortunately, Zhang Shan was just starting out as an arms dealer, and the amount of goods the small gangs in ZL could swallow was bound to be pitifully small.

Therefore, the "arms" Zhang Shan needed to exchange could hardly live up to the term.

Opening the system store, Zhang Shan began browsing for arms that he could afford and the other party could handle.

【AK47 assault rifle: caliber 7.62mm, total weight 3.5kg, barrel length 880mm, rate of fire 600 rounds/min, effective range 400m, magazine capacity 35 rounds, muzzle velocity 750m/s. This rifle has superior performance, powerful firepower, low price, and can adapt to various environments. Exchange price: 500 exchange points!】

This was the AK47 Zhang Shan had just exchanged for. Next, Zhang Shan skipped the specific details and went straight to the highlights.

US basic version M416 rifle, 100 exchange points.

IOTV bulletproof vest, 120 exchange points.

PASGT bulletproof helmet, 80 exchange points.

AN-14 night vision goggles, 250 exchange points.

Stinger man-portable missile, 5000 exchange points.

MG3 general-purpose machine gun, 10000 exchange points.

After looking at the prices, Zhang Shan felt it was okay.

The strongman was quite alright; he wasn't being an unscrupulous merchant.

You have to know that every exchange point is one us dollar. Being able to buy these things at such a cheap price meant he would make a fortune just by reselling them.

For example, for the Stinger man-portable missile, as long as Zhang Shan could find a channel, he could turn 5,000 into 50,000 in one resale!

The money was coming in too fast!

The arms business truly is both violent and highly profitable!

However, since it was the first time today, he probably wouldn't need missiles.

...

The setting sun had been completely swallowed by the sea.

Only the cold moonlight remained over the Pacific Ocean.

Under Zhang Shan's orders, unit one had already submerged into the seawater. Just in case, Zhang Shan also left behind five mechanical androids to stand guard.

Anyway, they were semi-living organisms and didn't need to breathe.

At this moment, Zhang Shan was already flying to ZL country in a helicopter under the cover of night, accompanied by three men and two women.

Fortunately, like unit one, the helicopter was equipped with the system's all-weather stealth mechanism, so there was no need to worry about being detected by the air defense systems of a small country like ZL.

Whether for revenge or making money, speed is the essence of war!

Soon, transported by the helicopter, Zhang Shan and his group of six landed in the capital of ZL country — Saint Jacques.

As night fell, Saint Jacques was bathed in colorful, dazzling lights. The different rhythms echoing on the city streets made this magical continent appear even more enchanting under the night lights.

Whenever the sun went down, all kinds of discos, bars, nightclubs, restaurants, cafes, and other nighttime venues opened their doors to money.

Capital, night, bar.

A place where crowds gather is also where information flows most freely.

Zhang Shan disguised himself as a caucasian, wearing a black suit, with a white shirt setting off a blood-red tie.

Anyone who saw him would just take him for a wealthy white-collar caucasian.

But Zhang Shan's aura was made even more imposing by the two big men behind him.

Those were Zhang Yi and Zhang Er, whom Zhang Shan had specially selected to act as bodyguards.

The two hulking men looked like bodyguards, protecting Zhang Shan as they moved forward.

Parading a fake identity in public was the best cover for Zhang Shan's real identity.

The three of them were aggressive and naturally imposing. caucasians already acted arrogantly in ZL, so naturally, no one dared to provoke them as they walked down the street.

As for the other three mechanical androids, Zhang Shan had them pretend to be passersby, walking casually around the area to provide support from the shadows.

A thin caucasian male, an ordinary caucasian female, and a child.

No one would ever associate them with the arrogant Zhang Shan and his two companions.

Soon, Zhang Shan arrived at the city center of Saint Jacques, the largest red-light district.

Zhang Shan had never been here before, but if you're going to play the nouveau riche, you have to play it to the end.

Picking the bar with the largest facade and the brightest lights, Zhang Shan prepared to lead his two bodyguards inside.

"The Emperors Place Bar" — the translated name of the bar — stood under the sign, with two rows of men in suits, all with menacing tattoos visible on their necks. They clearly weren't to be trifled with.

Sure enough, as Zhang Shan walked toward The Emperors Place Bar, he was stopped by them.

It seemed that the imposing manner of Zhang Shan and his companions was too strong, leading them to mistake them for troublemakers.

"Sir, Di Suo Bar is the property of Mr. Moriarty. Please enjoy yourself, but do not do anything out of line."

The leading tattooed man was sharp; he knew Zhang Shan was the boss and spoke to him neither servilely nor overbearingly.

As a bouncer, these words were both polite and threatening—full marks for professional conduct.

Who could blame them, given that Zhang Yi and Zhang Er had bulging waistlines, clearly carrying real heat.

They had to be respectful!

"As it happens, I am here to see your Mr. Moriarty."

"Rest assured, I am not here to cause trouble. I am here to bring money to Mr. Moriarty."

Zhang Shan spoke fluent American English, which was naturally a result of his excellent professional training as a killer.

After speaking, Zhang Shan pulled out a desert eagle and, before the other party could react, shoved it into the man's hand.

"Help me inform Mr. Moriarty. This is the gift I'm giving you."

"A big deal!"

Zhang Shan wore a smile, but the strength in his hand left the other man completely unable to resist.

Seeing Zhang Shan's action, the two rows of security guards were almost nervous enough to draw their guns and open fire, but after hearing Zhang Shan's words, they were all completely confused.

Where did this nouveau riche come from?

"A big deal?" The tattooed man chuckled.

Just kidding. Mr. Moriarty was able to open the largest bar in the central red-light district of the capital; how could just anyone see him whenever they wanted?

This nouveau riche surely didn't know that Mr. Moriarty was the premier tycoon in ZL country.

Someone with connections everywhere, playing both sides of the law—that was exactly the kind of person Mr. Moriarty was!

Look at yourself; the suit you're wearing is obviously mass-produced off-the-rack, not tailor-made.

You only have two bodyguards behind you, and one can tell at a glance where their weapons are kept. You're so unprofessional, yet you want to come to Mr. Moriarty's territory to talk about a big deal?

I'm afraid you're either here to scam money or you're a government lackey trying to frame Mr. Moriarty!

I heard that there's some conflict between the government and Mr. Moriarty recently. Could it be?

Thinking this, the tattooed man's gaze toward Zhang Shan became increasingly contemptuous and hateful.

"Sir, I don't think I've ever seen you before."

"Coming to The Emperors Place Bar for the first time and already in such a hurry to see Mr. Moriarty—I'm afraid that doesn't follow the rules, does it?"

The tattooed man still maintained a high level of professional conduct.