Free Web NovelChapter 157: Chapter 157: Heavy Machinery
The sedan pulled up to a weathered, unmarked warehouse located in a industrial district that time forgot. Marcus pushed his door open, stepping out into the cool night air.
"Welcome to the toy store for big boys," stated Marcus, gesturing toward the rusted metal door.
Alexander stepped out of the vehicle, his dark eyes instantly analyzing the perimeter. "Does this place actually belong to TMC? It looks completely different from their usual style."
"Haha! Only an idiot would buy all his gear directly from the official TMC store," stated Marcus, letting out a loud bark of laughter as he walked forward. "You never know who is tracking your inventory. Sometimes it’s much better to look for sweets in the neighborhood candy shops, if you get what I mean."
"Exactly what I was thinking," stated Alexander, nodding as he followed close behind.
"Alright, let’s head inside," stated Marcus.
They pushed through the heavy door, and the dim exterior gave way to an masive fortress of ballistic hardware. The walls were lined with heavy rocket launchers, massive anti-material sniper rifles, and automated sentry turrets. There was enough high-caliber equipment packed into the room to wage a small war.
Marcus marched straight to the reinforced front counter, nodding at the massive, bearded man standing behind it. "Reload my personal arsenal at the usual safehouse warehouse."
"Understood, Reaper," stated the owner, his deep voice carrying a thick gravelly accent. "The crates will be there by morning. If you’re in a rush, just grab whatever you need from the front walls."
"No rush today," stated Marcus, a wicked smirk spreading across his face as he gestured toward Alexander. "I just brought my boy here so he can stop carrying a tiny pistol that matches his penis and finally get himself some real iron."
Both Marcus and the owner let out a booming laugh. Alexander felt a brief wave of awkwardness, but he maintained his composure and instantly matched their energy.
"If we are actually measuring sizes, I feel incredibly confident," stated Alexander, his expression perfectly deadpan. "You want to find out right now, Marcus?"
The unexpected retort caught both men completely off guard, forcing them into another loud round of laughter. The bearded owner shook his head, thoroughly amused. "Alright, let’s head downstairs. I have some fresh crates that just arrived from Europe."
They descended a flight of concrete stairs into a vast subterranean basement filled with military-grade shipping containers. The bearded giant turned to look at Alexander. "What kind of armament are we looking for, kid? Heavy, semi-heavy, automatic, shotguns, battle rifles, submachine guns? I have everything." freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
Alexander scanned the rows of metal racks. "I want something versatile that I can easily move inside the trunk of a sports car."
"Well, kid, you can call me Big Tony," stated the owner, slapping a heavy hand against a fresh wooden crate. "My personal recommendation for a clean slate is the Noob Starter Pack."
Tony pried the crate open with a crowbar, pulling out a series of custom ballistic cases. He opened the first one, revealing a sleek, matte-black handgun.
"First up, a customized Sig Sauer P320 9mm," stated Big Tony, lifting the weapon to show its integrated, quick-detach carbon-fiber suppressor and an extended twenty-one-round magazine. "Perfect for silent work with zero recoil."
Next, he opened a long, heavy polymer case, revealing a menacing, tactical long-barrel shotgun.
"For devastating crowd control, the Benelli M4 tactical shotgun," stated Big Tony, running his hand along the dual-tone finish. "Seven-plus-one capacity, auto-regulating gas-operated system. It will chew through body armor at close range like paper."
He then unlatched a massive tactical case, presenting a highly modified, compact assault rifle fitted with an advanced holographic sight and a dual-spectrum laser designator.
"The centerpiece is a customized HK416 automatic rifle," stated Big Tony, pointing at the short eleven-inch barrel and the Suppressed Training System. "It fires 5.56 NATO rounds at eight hundred and fifty rounds per minute, giving you full military firepower in a package small enough to fit inside a duffel bag."
Finally, Tony reached into the bottom of the crate, pulling out a heavy, green tube along with a padded steel container.
"To close out the pack, an AT4 single-shot anti-armor rocket launcher for when you need to erase a vehicle, and three blocks of military-grade C4 explosive complete with wireless RF detonators," stated Big Tony, a proud smile breaking through his beard. "What do you think, kid?"
Alexander stepped closer to the table, his fingers tracing the cold, matte finishes of the weaponry. He picked up the HK416, checking the balance and pulling the charging handle back with his left hand. The mechanism moved with a crisp, fluid precision. He then checked the weight of the Benelli M4 before setting it back inside the molded foam.
"It’s compact enough to pack into a single trunk," stated Big Tony, leaning his heavy forearms against the edge of the wooden crate with a satisfied grin. "And it packs more than enough firepower to completely resolve any tactical problem you run into on the streets."
"I’ll take the entire pack," stated Alexander, his face perfectly serious as he reached into his pocket for his payment card. "How much do I owe you, Tony?"
Big Tony pulled a digital tablet from his belt, tapping the screen with his thick fingers as he calculated the black-market rates for the specialized military hardware.
"Alright, let’s break down the damage for the starter kit, kid," stated Big Tony, clearing his throat as he looked over the numbers. "For the custom Sig Sauer P320 with the carbon suppressor and three extended mags, that’s twenty-two hundred dollars. The Benelli M4 is a premium piece, so that runs thirty-five hundred. Now, the HK416 is where the real money is; with the holographic sight and the laser designator, I’m putting that at eighty-five hundred."
Tony scrolled down the screen, gesturing toward the heavier hardware at the bottom of the crate.
"The AT4 rocket launcher is a single-shot military asset, so that’s an even six thousand," stated Big Tony, looking up with a grin. "The demolition kit with the three blocks of C4 and the wireless RF detonator comes out to four thousand. Toss in a full ammunition crate with five hundred rounds of 5.56, two hundred rounds of 9mm, and a hundred 12-gauge slugs for another eighteen hundred... and the total comes out to exactly twenty-six thousand dollars."
Alexander didn’t hesitate for a single second. He swiped his card through Tony’s encrypted terminal, authorizing the anonymous transfer instantly.
"Transaction approved," stated Alexander, his dark eyes locking onto the massive cases. "Pack everything into heavy-duty duffel bags. I want it ready to load by tomorrow morning."
"Tomorrow?" stated Big Tony, letting out a loud, booming chuckle as he slammed the heavy wooden crate shut and tossed two rugged, military-grade duffel bags onto the counter. "Hell no, kid, take them with you right now, they are officially all yours."
