Lord Of Enigma 13 Gun Store

Growing up alone since childhood, she was bullied all the time. After entering an upper-cla.s.s school like Holy Thorns High School, she was ostracized by almost all the students and was even nicknamed "Unlucky Sally".

To Sally, friends were a luxury.

Who would have thought that she would make a new friend, and her one and only friend, the moment school started?

Although, strictly speaking, this friend was her junior in school.

However, from the beginning of their encounter to the heart-stopping scene just now, one was unable to tell that the relations.h.i.+p between the two was senior sister and junior brother as Sally was the one getting protected.

What happened today was something that Sally had never experienced in the past 10 years.

Until now, she still had a feeling that she was floating in mid-air and could not really land, but her excitement and joy were hidden by her very well.

If possible, she hoped this could continue. This was the biggest highlight in her boring and tragic life.

It was a pity that she could not enjoy it for a few seconds more as a rough and hoa.r.s.e voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Sally, is that you?"

"What are you doing outside so late at night? Get home now."

The sound came from the second floor and was very unique. Accompanied by the sound of footsteps on the wooden floor, it produced a scene of a fat woman walking over with a somber face in everyone's mind.

Sally got a huge fright. She quickly regained her composure and shouted, "Mom, it's me. I will come up immediately."

She then hurriedly said to Tang Qi, "After crossing this street and walking through Central Avenue, you can see the bus stop. Don't stay here for too long. It is very dangerous."

"I'm going up. See you tomorrow."

After she finished talking, Sally seemed to be worried that her mother would look out of the window and realize that Tang Qi was downstairs. Without waiting for his reply, she turned around and took out her keys. She opened the big iron gate and deliberately produced footsteps as she walked up the stairs.

Tang Qi couldn't help but shake his head at the abrupt farewell. However, he said nothing, turned around, and followed Sally's instructions to the bus stop.

Although he already had an offensive technique like the[Chaga Fighting Technique], it did not hide the fact that Tang Qi was still a weak high school student. If he encountered unarmed gangsters, he would be able to cope.

But Tang Qi would be in huge trouble if he ran into brutal gangsters.

In order to avoid becoming one of the corpses on the street, Tang Qi had to leave quickly.

However, precisely as he turned around, he experienced a very strange feeling, and the hairs on his arm immediately stood up.

"Eh?"

"Am I being spied on or watched?"

Tang Qi turned around in surprise, looking at the end of the opposite direction.

It was where he and Sally came from.

Apart from faint flickering streetlights, the deserted streets, and the darkness that was not illuminated, there was nothing else.

He gathered his focus on that special interface and did not find anything wrong as well.

The weird feeling of being spied on had disappeared by now.

Tang Qi froze for a moment, then turned around, and left without hesitation.

After taking a few steps, Tang Qi subconsciously applied his fighting techniques. Like an agile cheetah, he quickly walked through several streets silently and arrived at the stop on Central Avenue.

At the same time, the lights of several buses on the evening s.h.i.+ft appeared, making Tang Qi heave a sigh of relief.

After screening the many destinations which the buses at the stop serviced, Tang Qi quickly chose a bus. After getting on the bus, he did not wait for the fare collector to speak. Instead, he took out six Weller copper coins and handed them to him, saying, "Midtown Avenue! "

The copper coin was the most basic currency of the Condor Federation. One unit was called the Weller. One hundred Wellers was equal to one silver coin. And then, there was the condor gold coin, called Divine Grace. Clearly, this name was a trace of the church's legacy.

Naturally, the gold coin was not pure gold but an alloy mixed with a little gold and other metals.

Tang Qi sold the inheritance and received a large amount of condor gold coins.

Compared with other people of the same age, Tang Qi was extremely wealthy.

Originally, Tang Qi had earmarked several places that he wanted to visit to buy the things he wanted over the weekend.

However, after what happened earlier, he had changed his mind.

At night, the buses traveled at very high speeds. After a few minutes, the bus had left the Bronx area. With the sound of the bus coming to a stop, Tang Qi had arrived at his destination.

After alighting, he saw a wide-looking avenue.

Streets appeared in all directions, with bright street lights, flas.h.i.+ng signs of all sorts, and modern high-rise buildings everywhere. Each beautiful street was filled with a dazzling array of pretty shops.

If not for the hazy purple moon in the sky, this scene almost made Tang Qi think that he had returned home.

After exhaling a long breath and calming down his mind, Tang Qi did not linger on the bustle of this strange world, but determined his location, and entered into a street that did not seem prosperous.

Compared with the other streets, the lights here were cooler, and there were not many shops around.

However, the stuff that every shop was selling was similar.

Weapons!

More precisely, guns.

This was Moses City's Firearms Street.

Although the "gun-prohibition trend" continued to rise in the Condor Federation, it was a pity that it was extremely difficult to make progress in some of the very more liberal prefectures, not to mention hard-line conservative ones like Exquisite Phoenix Prefecture.

Here, people resorted to physical violence instead of talking. What was mainstream were steel and industrial manufacturing.

If this was not the case, the parents of the original Tang Qi would not have chosen to set up a steel company in Moses City.

Tang Qi, at this moment, was like a curious high school student. He walked past the various gun stores and was fascinated by all kinds of firearms inside.

However, he only looked from the outside and did not enter into the stores.

Not that he did not want to, but he was unable to.

Although the ban on guns was unrealistic in the Condor Federation, all federal residents supported the prohibition on anyone below 18 years old to carry a gun.

Hence, even though Tang Qi very much wanted and needed a gun, the age of this body prevented him from doing so.

The original Tang Qi's inheritance must have included firearms, but it did not appear in Tang Qi's memory at all. Obviously, after the accident, those were confiscated by the government of Moses City.

Despite knowing all this, Tang Qi came here nevertheless.

The reason was simple. While it was impossible to directly oppose that regulation head-on, there could be ways to go around it.

At this moment, Tang Qi's figure suddenly stopped at the door of a gun store that looked a little special.

Ring ring.

Tang Qi pushed the door open and stepped inside. He raised his head and saw that there were bulletproof gla.s.s cabinets at the center and the sides of the store, filled with all sorts of firearms from pistols to a.s.sault rifles — basically everything one would expect to find. There were a few customers walking around as though they were in the midst of selecting a gun.

"Welcome… Kid. This is not the type of place you should visit. You must be below the age for carrying a gun. Go home." A muscular-looking white man who was the store manager came over. He was about to welcome him but immediately changed his tune after seeing Tang Qi.

Several customers who were browsing also saw Tang Qi. A fat black man among them laughed and said, "Hey, Richie, don't be so cold. This kid may just want to personally feel the charm of the firearms and take a look at their perfect bodies. I just can't stop touching. Oh, she's more attractive than my wife." The fat man stroked a black pistol that had an exaggerated design while speaking with a tone that caused people to have gooseb.u.mps.

The rest of the customers smiled, one after another.

The store manager was also amused. He turned back and taunted. "Wake up, Freeman, your wife has long run away with that soap salesman. Either you take away your disgusting fat claws, or you buy this black Hunting Eagle. She may not be able to replace your wife, but at least the next time you see a soap salesman at the door, you can shoot at him with that."

"Ha ha ha…"

The pain of others brought happiness to people. The guests in the store were all laughing.

Among the laughter, the store manager turned back; his solemn face had become warmer. However, he did not change his decision and still rejected Tang Qi. "Listen, Kid. Before you reach the age of eighteen, you can't visit here or the rest of Red Canary Street. Hurry back home."

Upon hearing that he was being treated as a thrill-seeking teenager, Tang Qi did not get angry or defend himself with a flushed face.

He gave a "shy" smile. Instead of looking at the icy firearms in the bulletproof gla.s.s cabinets, he pointed at the old and worn guns on the surrounding four walls.

"Uncle, you are mistaken. I am not here to buy a gun. I am here to buy a birthday present for my father. He likes these types of guns."

Tang Qi said this with an earnest expression.