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"Oh my god, I think our jobs are about to be lost. Instead of worrying about bullshit magic, we should think about what will happen after the Super Power Investigation Bureau is abolished.
How can we find jobs that can earn us a living?”
"Well, if there was magic, we wouldn't have to be unemployed."
"Well, if there really were wizards and there was Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,
I hope they can drive a flying classic car over London as soon as possible, so that the citizens of London can see it clearly.
This way we can keep our jobs." He said this with a teasing tone.
Toby was a little embarrassed, and obviously had nothing to say after being refuted, so he took the initiative to change the topic in another direction.
Retracting his mental strength, Zhang Mu thanked the waiter who delivered the meal and picked up a chicken wing to chew on.
It turns out that Ying Country also has an agency similar to the Abnormal Investigation Bureau. What about other countries?
I estimate that even if the relevant agency has not been formally established, at least personnel have been organized to investigate.
Judging from the fact that they can contact each other privately, they probably haven't discovered any unusual incidents and it seems that this is a sinecure department.
Otherwise, such a secret department with important matters would never allow its members to communicate privately.
Thinking about this, Zhang Mu finished eating a few chicken wings, then stood up and hailed a car to go to the airport.
After checking in and entering the terminal hall, Zhang Mu queued up to board the plane. Eight hours later, he walked out of the old Jinshan International Airport.
This time he did not go to the city center, but hailed a car and went directly to the town closest to the Moshige border.
Check out and get off.
It was late at night, and the streets of the small town were already sparsely populated. There was not a single person in sight. Only the bright light from the windows of the European-style villas on the roadside could be seen.
I found a small forest and put the suitcase into the inventory.
Then he took out the small pedal, activated the shadow technique, and drove at full speed straight to the Mossi border city - Tiwana according to the world map prepared before departure.
Because he didn't have to worry about being discovered by various physical surveillance methods, Zhang Mu drove recklessly on the road without any scruples.
The total distance was more than 20 kilometers, and it only took a little over ten minutes to get there.
He lifted the shadow spell in the dense forest outside the city, put away the small pedal, used the transformation spell to transform into an ordinary-looking white man, and swaggered into the city along the asphalt road.
The infrastructure of this city is quite poor, a bit like a small county town with better development in China.
The scenery is nothing special. The only local feature is probably the old black men standing at the entrance of each alley carrying AK-47.
Zhang Mu took a quick look around and began looking for his target.
It is not difficult to find arms dealers, but it is difficult to find those who have the ability to sell fully automatic rifles and heavy firepower weapons on the market.
Fortunately, this did not pose a problem for Zhang Mu. He could simply spend money to buy information from the small vendors. It was easy to just buy the address of a merchant who sold arms.
They searched up one level at a time, and by dawn, they finally found the biggest local arms dealer - a small leader under him.
Maybe the boss wants to maintain his status, so unless the customer is a regular, only his younger brothers will serve him.
Okay, Zhang Mu doesn’t care, as long as he can buy the stuff he wants.
Following a few black guys with AR15s slung across their shoulders, we turned left and right in the narrow alleys for half an hour and finally walked into a low brick house.
The room was quite big, with a square table in the middle. An old black man who looked like a "leader" was sitting behind the table.
He wore a gold necklace as thick as his little finger around his neck, and he crossed his legs with his hands spread out on both sides to support the table.
"Qué armas necesitas?" A bunch of gibberish came out of the old black man's mouth.
Zhang Mu, who looked like a white man, was completely confused. He hadn't done any careful research before coming here. Aren't the people here speaking Ying language?
Seeing him silent for a long time, Lao Hei seemed to think of something. He waved his hand and asked Xiao Hei to call over a Da Hei wearing a white shirt.
Lao Hei repeated what he had just said. Da Hei nodded and asked Zhang Mu in a whisper, "What weapon do you want?"
It turned out that the translator was called.
Zhang Mu suddenly realized and replied, "We need your most powerful weapons."
After listening to what he said, Dahei suddenly stared at him, his eyes thinking about something.
After a while, he communicated with Lao Hei, and Lao Hei waved his men again. Several of their younger brothers turned around and left the house. When they returned, they were carrying three large wooden boxes.
Zhang Mu walked forward and opened the lids of the boxes one by one, and his eyes lit up.
As expected of the largest local arms dealer, the box contained not only various types of fully automatic rifles, but also a lot of grenades.
The most eye-catching thing is the last wooden box, which contains a Gatling machine gun.
Although I would like to ask if they have any bigger stuff, such as tanks, armored vehicles, etc., I guess they don't have these things.
You can only get it by contacting the national authorities in the future.
"You can pick out what you want and then go back to get the money." Dahei next to him reminded.
Zhang Mu reached into his back pocket, pretending to take something out, but in fact he was calling up the inventory.
In the third square, there are 100 gold coins, which were placed in the storage bag that Potter gave him, probably as living expenses.
Taking out one, Zhang Mu spread his hands in front of him and said, "This machine gun is for you. Prepare more bullets and two of each rifle.
Likewise, I need extra bullets and all the grenades in that box. I will pay for the goods with gold coins like these.
Don't worry, it's all pure gold, you can test it at will."
A lot of bullets are needed, as there is a threshold for using firearms. Zhang Mu plans to go to another world to practice hard, which will waste a lot of bullets.
Laohei and Dahei looked at each other and suddenly laughed at the same time: "Hahaha..."
"Sure enough, it's not from the Eagle Sauce. What a lame accent. Hahaha..." Dahei almost couldn't breathe from laughing, and it took him a long time to stop.
"Little guy, I don't know whether you are too naive or stupid. You actually have the guts to go to a strange arms dealer and buy weapons with gold coins."
Zhang Mu here had a strange expression on his face. Are they planning to kill people and rob them of their money?
"Hoy es nuestro día de suerte." The old black stood up and shouted with his hands open.
Pointing at him, Zhang Mu curiously asked Dahei: "What is he talking about?"
"He said today was his lucky day."
"Is that so..." Zhang Mu smiled, "Today is also my lucky day."
Dahei was a little slow to react, and subconsciously asked: "What do you mean?"
"Mr. Translator, I have the courage to approach a strange arms dealer alone with gold coins in my pocket, that's of course because..."
"I'm not afraid."
Chapter 59 Great Harvest
If Zhang Mu had a lower moral standard, there would be no need for him to look for arms dealers to buy weapons.
The reason was simple. He used shadow magic to find the arms dealer's weapons warehouse and just filled his inventory with weapons.
But his consistent principles did not allow him to do so.
If you do not learn to use "power" with restraint, you will eventually become a slave to "power" and be consumed by desire.
Therefore, Zhang Mu was willing to spend a lot of effort to find arms dealers and spend a lot of money to buy weapons.
The prerequisite for doing this is that the other party also abides by the rules.
Now, the black uncles in front of him seemed unwilling to abide by the rules, so Zhang Mu no longer had any psychological burden.
By the way, it can help me save some expenses, which is a pleasant surprise.
"I think this gentleman may have been frightened silly." Dahei was stunned for a moment, then smiled and gestured to Xiaohei to raise the AK-47 and point the black muzzle at Zhang Mu.
"Now, guys, let's let this 'not afraid' gentleman have a taste of the fear that bullets can bring."
In Moxico, especially in Tiwana where the order is the most chaotic and gangs are rampant, the gangsters are very familiar with using the AK-47 to reap other people's lives.
Upon receiving the order, the five men pulled the trigger decisively. Bullets shot out from the muzzles with flashing sparks, and the pungent smoke filled the small room.
Lao Hei, who was wearing a gold necklace, waved away the dust with his hands, grinned, and walked towards where Zhang Mu was standing, ready to collect the gold coins he had picked up for free.
However, his raised foot stopped in mid-air and he couldn't put it down to the ground.
"Where is the body?" The smoke dissipated, and the place where the bullet was fired was empty. Lao Hei blinked and asked his translator.
Dahei was educated and had seen the world in big cities, but he still couldn't explain what was happening before his eyes.
He tried to come up with a reasonable explanation, but after searching every corner of his mind, in the end he just opened and closed his mouth and said nothing.
"Here." A voice with a poor accent suddenly came from behind them, which frightened them and they turned around instinctively.
Seeing Zhang Mu standing there with a smile, Dahei's legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground uncontrollably.
He wanted to stand up, run, escape from here, but he failed every time he tried.
Zhang Mu took a few steps towards him. He subconsciously used his hands and feet to step back, shouting in a trembling voice: "Shoot! Shoot him!"
There was no response from the gunshots, only his voice, as if he was about to cry, echoing in the house.
After a long time, seeing that Zhang Mu did not move, his collapsed sanity finally recovered a little.
When his thoughts returned to normal, he couldn't help wondering why no one responded to his order just now.
Why didn't they shoot?
Looking back, I saw five little black guys lying on the ground in a mess, with a hole on their forehead from which blood was gushing out.
The same goes for his employer, Lao Hei.
When did it happen?
Why didn't I notice anything?
What is this guy? A supernatural being? A demon?
Dahei didn't speak for a long time. He looked at Laohei's body, then at the bodies of the five Xiaohei, as if he was doubting his life.
Zhang Mu was in no mood to waste time with him, so he clapped his hands together and said, "Don't be distracted."
"Sir..." Dahei still couldn't stand up, so he just sat there slumped, swallowing several times before asking, "Who are you?"
"This is not important." Zhang Mu waved his hand, "Tell me where your arsenal is. Don't rush to refuse, otherwise you know what will happen."