Chapter 615: Chapter 284: What a Talent
“Welcome to Thunder Fire Armored Kingdom… Boss, why are you here?”
Allen Zhang pushed the door open and walked into the Armed Nation shop; Erin, hearing the doorbell, reflexively went to greet the customer, and was somewhat surprised to see the General Sect Leader.
“I’m here to give you your bonuses,” replied Allen Zhang, turning his head to see the Beggar Gang Disciples packing arms, with Jennifer assisting beside them, and casually introducing and promoting firearms to browsing customers. The source of thɪs content is novel~fire~net
Carrying a handbag to the counter, he looked at a bearded man who was hesitating between two handguns, one Beretta and one cop.
Jennifer whispered, “He’s been looking around here for more than ten minutes, only made small talk at the beginning, hasn’t said a word since, he’s a bit strange.”
“People from the West Coast, who isn’t a bit strange.”
Allen Zhang glanced at her outfit for the day, a mini skirt, white stockings, blonde hair and blue eyes, very much capturing the vibe of an innocent high school girl.
He gave her buttocks a firm squeeze, causing Jennifer to exclaim in surprise, quickly covering her mouth and giving him a resentful look. Luckily, the customer didn’t notice.
Allen Zhang saw the customer still hesitating and asked, “Customer? What are you looking to buy?”
The bearded man looked at Allen Zhang in surprise, and Jennifer immediately said, “This is the big boss of Armed Nation, Juan Jin.”
“Hello, Mr. Jin,” the bearded man nodded and greeted.
“Hello, sir, how may I address you?” Allen Zhang smiled slightly.
“Just call me Schuck.”
“Ok, Mr. Schuck. Wait, you wouldn’t happen to have a brother named Beta, would you?” Allen Zhang felt the name sounded particularly familiar.
“How did you know? Oh, I get it, you’re talking about that animated series with the brothers flying planes and driving tanks?” The bearded man caught on, somewhat speechless.
“I’m very sorry, I didn’t mean to offend, but as the owner of Armed Nation, I’m also quite familiar with the advantages of firearms, and perhaps I can offer you some insights. What’s the purpose for your gun purchase? Hunting? Self-defense? Or for keeping at home as a precaution?” Allen Zhang smiled.
The bearded man hesitated for a moment, then honestly replied, “I want to kill someone.”
Allen Zhang’s mouth twitched, staring seriously at the bearded man for two seconds; the Beggar Gang Disciples, who were moving and packing stuff, were also surprised, giving the bearded man suspicious looks. Could it be this guy had a story?
He looks so sturdy, in good health, doesn’t seem depressed or mentally ill, nor does he seem bullied; could it be domestic abuse? Or marital unhappiness?
Allen Zhang pondered too until the other man couldn’t take the pressure anymore and then said, “I really hope you’re joking, Mr. Schuck. The arms and weapons in our store are of a defensive nature and only sold to citizens with legal qualifications.”
“I understand, don’t worry, I’ve never been to jail, and I don’t have a shady past involving drugs. I even pay social security and taxes on time, do volunteer work for free, and have received community awards. I’m a good citizen of Los Angeles,” Schuck said.
To reinforce his credibility, he even took out his identification.
This guy must have come prepared…
Allen Zhang looked at a copper medal, indeed a good citizen award, but not worth much. Not even as valuable as the medal Dominic has.
“Alright, Mr. Schuck, it seems you’ve been wronged or you’re troubled by something, but I sincerely want to advise you, once the bow is drawn, the arrow cannot be unshot; it’s best not to do something too rash that you spend the rest of your life in prison with regret,” Allen Zhang counseled, “Perhaps you could talk to me about it. I’m quite skilled at giving guidance.”
Jennifer looked at the General Sect Leader with a meaningful glance, guidance she hadn’t seen, but you indeed excel at opening and leading.
“Jennifer, pour our customer a glass of water. Would you like tea or coffee?” Allen Zhang asked.
“Ice water is fine,” Schuck answered.
The two sat on the sofa, and Jennifer brought a glass of water over.
Schuck took a sip, seeming to feel much better; Allen Zhang beat around the bush, “Mr. Schuck, did you come here alone? Without your wife and children?”
“My wife has passed away.”
“Oh, I’m very sorry.” Allen Zhang immediately showed his unintentionalness.
“It’s fine, but fortunately, she left me a child,” Schuck said calmly, “I’m a senior electrical engineer, working for a company, with a stable job and earning over ten thousand per month. I work hard just to be able to provide for my child.”
“But just recently, I lost my only son. And I’ve been laid off from the company.”
“…” Allen Zhang was left speechless, it seems indeed you’re very unlucky, life full of tragedy.
“But this doesn’t seem like a reason for you to buy a gun to kill someone, are you looking to take revenge on your boss?” Allen Zhang asked. Since the other party proactively mentioned wanting to commit murder, it means he is still undecided, not yet resolved, and looking for someone to confide in.
“My son is still alive, but he’s gone from me forever.”
Schuck’s words were rather puzzling.
But the truth quickly came to light; he continued, “Because he had gender reassignment surgery behind my back! He also took the growth-suppressing pills that the high school distributed to students during lunch for two years. This caused him to stop developing and even lose the ability to reproduce. I only discovered his irregularities recently, his personality and height are not quite the same as a normal person his age.”