"But what if I want to open a gun store, I wonder if you could help us out?"
The owner of Armed Nation was also surprised, "You guys want to open a gun store? That’s definitely not a problem. It just so happens my friend has a gun store license for sale, you’re welcome to come and talk about it with me."
After a few more words, he instructed the accountant to transfer money to the three of them, showing a very straightforward attitude, it seemed that these three were relatively easy to deal with. Other PMC security companies and the compensation demanded by families of deceased employees, as well as those whining Blacks, were more of a headache for him.
Just the medical expenses promised in the contract are a huge expense, but it wouldn’t exceed one hundred thousand dollars.
The compensation of 120 times the value of a human life seemed a lot, but with the security staff’s hourly wage of $70, the total compensation would only amount to a few thousand dollars.
The temporary security contract is actually not beneficial for the security personnel, but rather favors the employer, otherwise, no amount of money would be enough for compensation.
Sieg soon received the transfer notification, with an hourly wage of 60 dollars, though he only worked a few hours, he was compensated for 8 hours of work, and the tenfold compensation amounted to 4800 dollars per person.
As usual, Sieg deposited the money onto the General Sect Leader’s charity card, Allen Zhang then transferred 4800 dollars of compensation to each of them, and Bailey was responsible for treating them to the meal and settling the bill.
After eating and drinking their fill, Allen Zhang directly unwrapped his Mummy-style arm bandages, breaking the seal! But there were no Sharingan eyes.
Upon leaving, they looked up local taxis. It wasn’t too far from here to Little Rock, they could have driven the armored car back, but now they had to hail a cab.
Sieg directly called for a rideshare, and after waiting a few minutes at the roadside, a silver-gray Citroën arrived, and the three of them got in, also instructing the driver to head to neighboring Little Rock.
"Boss, just because we have money now doesn’t mean we should go splash it out at a casino, those places are money pits, no amount of cash will suffice there." Bailey was puzzled.
"You don’t understand, I heard there’s a lively show at the casino at night."
Allen Zhang casually made up, "I have an appointment with Blitz to go check out the scenery there, and to take a look at some high-tech facilities."
He took out his phone to contact Blitz, updating him that they had completed the arms escort mission and were now on their way to the casino in Little Rock.
Blitz: Ok, after you arrive put on your earpiece, I will tell you what to do. Remember to download and install this app. Find it in the root directory, unzip it and install.
Blitz sent an app to the three of them. Allen Zhang followed the instructions to install it, which had a logo of a triangular red-bordered black skull.
That’s got some flair!
Sieg and Bailey looked at the app Blitz had sent, and after installing and opening it, they not only found a GPS locator but also a camera jamming decryption feature, and they vaguely sensed something was wrong.
What the hell, why take this thing to a casino? To stock up? Surely they aren’t planning to cheat or rob the vault?
But considering there were strangers around, they wisely kept their mouths shut and said no more.
Allen Zhang, on the other hand, had a pleasant chat with the driver, "Buddy, you must often take passengers to Little Rock, right? How are the casinos there? Have you ever checked them out?"
"Sorry, I’m not interested in those things. However, I have a friend who works as a croupier in the casino. I heard he makes a few thousand dollars a day."
The white male Citroën driver turned green with envy, then advised, "But I’ve heard that the casinos here are not very legitimate, often there are rumors of electronic cheating coming out, and it’s operated by a group of Filipinos and locals, not Indians. If you want a better entertainment venue, I recommend Las Vegas."
"I think Yunding in Malaysia is also not bad." Allen Zhang smiled.
"I’ve never been there. But isn’t it mostly Asians who go there? Little Rock also has quite a few Asian players." They chatted along the way, and it took twenty minutes from Palm Valley’s Wells Fargo Bank to arrive in Little Rock, stopping beside a restaurant with American-style on the roadside.
Not far ahead was a post office, and across the street, a tire shop, but Allen Zhang felt that it was not so legitimate, because it was staffed by Black people.
Little Rock also looked more like a rural town on the outskirts of Los Angeles, not much infrastructure except for a road, with L-shaped small flat houses next to it, several street blocks, also an abandoned chemical factory showing some graffiti marks, further afar lay mountains and wilderness.
It reminded the General Sect Leader of his own little suburban online sessions.
The three of them got out of the car, and Sieg paid the driver’s fare, just a dozen dollars.
Then they headed to the post office to temporarily store their equipment. After all, entering a casino meant going through a search, and it wouldn’t be convenient to bring guns.
Bailey bought a few bags of chips at a snack shop and drank cold beverages, the three of them, like trendy guys from a big city visiting the countryside, strolled by the roadside, pointing and discussing the surroundings.
At an ATM by the road, a white girl with a spider tattoo on her thigh was engrossed in her phone. When she looked up and saw the three men, she flirtatiously lifted her scanty clothing, adjusted her hair, and cast a seductive glance, "Handsome, need some company? 20 dollars!"