Allen Zhang: That’s the advantage of having qualifications and credibility!!
Sieg: If we didn’t have these qualifications to collaborate with the local military district, we would’ve started with picking up small gigs worth just hundreds of dollars, not even enough to cover the gas. Although there’s no risk in transporting, it’s not profitable either, and we’d need to build up our reputation and influence slowly.
Sieg: From what I’ve learned, for an ordinary gun shop to upgrade to a high credibility merchant and sign contracts with PMC and major institutions, unlocking transport missions, it takes at least two years. There’s a basic requirement of an annual profit of no less than 120,000 US dollars. If it’s a one-star ranking in Armed Nation, it requires at least five years of operations for old shops, the owner must have a military contract, served as a noncommissioned officer in the army, or worked in a local police department or court, been a bounty hunter for 3-5 years, security personnel for over three years, and have taken at least one mission or trade order dispatched by the military district.
Allen Zhang: Is it that complicated?
Sieg: Without a doubt, we’ve picked up a bargain. On the surface, Thunderbolt Fire Gun Shop doesn’t seem to have any remarkable aspects, but it has old qualifications, operated for over ten years, with stable relationships and trade with the military district, enough for a two-star qualification weight. This indicates that the previous owner was an influential figure in the circle, certainly acquainted with many high-profile individuals in upscale circles. It’s hard to understand why they were in such a hurry to step down.
Allen Zhang: If they made enough money, of course they’d think about retreating from the scene. They were involved in financial fraud, dining on the misery of others. Who knows when the Wells Fargo Bank in Palm Valley will blow up? If it were me, I would definitely grab the money and make a clean getaway. With all that money, wouldn’t it be better to live luxuriously abroad? Everywhere is good for splurging.
After chatting with Sieg for a bit more, when they were about to reach the urban area on the road, a checkpoint suddenly appeared ahead. Several police cars blocked the road, lining up the vehicles that had arrived there for inspection.
"Good day gentlemen, I am State Police Officer Kevin, badge number 5567, here is my badge, due to a sudden incident on the road, please present your ID. Please cooperate and pull over." The state police knocked on the window, gesturing for Melvin to roll it down.
Upon seeing a white person driving and an Asian passenger, the originally tense expression visibly relaxed.
"May I ask what happened, officer? We do not seem to have violated any laws."
Melvin cooperatively took out his driving documents, resting his hands on the car, his attitude relaxed.
There’s nothing to worry about, after all, he’s an upstanding Ansar from the right flag.
"There was a black driver from Florida speeding on the highway, threatening and shooting at others with a gun, and accidentally crashed. We have now dealt with the scene, so it won’t affect traffic. After an inspection, we found that the person not only suffered from road rage but was also an internet violence perpetrator, driving hundreds of kilometers just to come to Los Angeles, California, to shoot someone who insulted him online. Thankfully, we stopped this tragedy in time! Now we also need to check the vehicles passing by on the nearby roads, to prevent dangerous individuals from entering Los Angeles and endangering the safety of local citizens."
State Officer Kevin explained, then glanced at the Jeep’s license plate.
Hmm, white driver, Asian passenger, local Los Angeles license plate starting with AF, and a Jeep worth sixty thousand dollars.
You’re law-abiding good citizens of Los Angeles!
Damn Floridians, coming to Los Angeles to beg? Do you even belong here?
Allen Zhang also couldn’t understand what kind of person would drive all the way to Los Angeles, California, to speed and commit murder.
Florida does not breed idlers; indeed, it’s full of talents! Are all the black folks there so hot-tempered?
"Gentlemen, do you have any firearms in your vehicle?" Kevin asked with a smile.
"Yes," both answered.
The state police officer was taken aback: "?"
Looking through the driver’s window, he saw stacks of green boxes on the back seat, and Melvin promptly shoved his concealed carry permit in his face, while Allen Zhang produced Armed Nation’s electronic qualifications document.
Officer Kevin skeptically inspected the authenticity, then his expression relaxed, and he let out a relieved laugh, "Alright, gentlemen, you really gave me a scare. I thought I’d encountered some terrorists. You guys are arms dealers, transporting a batch of legal arms, huh? Okay, have a pleasant journey!"
He waved his hand, signaling the people in front to allow passage.
"Have a pleasant day too, officer."
With a cheerful and relaxed greeting, Melvin drove the Jeep past the roadblock.
Allen Zhang had no concerns. With a permit, what’s there to fear?
Passing the checkpoint area, they saw a private car parked by the road, and the black driver surrounded by state police, with his hands up on the hood.
"Officer, what did I do? I am a legal citizen!"
"Shut up!! I suspect that your vehicle is illegally carrying drugs and firearms! I have the right to investigate your car! Hands on your head! In sight! Now! Immediately!!"
The state officer placed his hand on his quick-draw holster, pressed the suspect’s head, and roared at the black man, as if wanting to shove the barrel of his gun inside his mouth.
The black driver was utterly humiliated, compliantly subservient.
Allen Zhang admired the beautiful scenery, safely returning to the city.