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Chapter 358 - 197 Don’t Mess with Texans_3

Chapter 358: Chapter 197 Don’t Mess with Texans_3

Jimmy rolled down the car window, took a glance at them, casually gripped the AK in his hand, rested one arm on the window sill, lit a cigarette, squinted his eyes, and drawled, "That’s right."

Old Black saw the big-caliber weapon in his hand, so he didn’t act too aggressively, just inquiring, "Can we unload the goods now?"

"Hold on a sec! Have they paid up?" Jimmy looked back and asked Shadi.

"Not yet."

Shadi answered, "They’ve only paid the deposit for this batch. They still need to pay me the remaining seventy thousand dollars."

"Hey! You guys pay up first, then we can let you unload the goods," Jimmy said to the Old Blacks right after hearing that.

"Fxxk. Didn’t Jim pay you guys?" Old Black was a bit annoyed.

"No, cough up the money!" Jimmy spoke irritably, not pampering these Old Blacks one bit.

Everyone’s life is worthless, holding Truth in their hands; my caliber is even bigger than yours, why the hell should I talk to you all nice and polite, thinking Rednecks are easy to bully!

A few Old Blacks discussed briefly, and someone quickly went to fetch the money from the warehouse.

Soon an Old Black came back holding a briefcase, tossed it on the hood and said, "Come down and check it out. We definitely don’t intend to not pay."

Jimmy immediately got out of the car, Allen Zhang told Shadi to wait in the car, left the AK, fully loaded, with her for self-defense, and he also took his gun and stepped out.

Jason sitting in the pickup, along with Jimmy’s lackeys, didn’t get out, but they got their guns aimed ready.

Seeing the full armament on the other side, the Old Blacks lost the will to resist and swiftly opened the briefcase.

Jimmy quickly counted the money, not a cent less, and then handed the briefcase to Shadi, nodded in satisfaction, "Pleasure doing business, guys, I’m Jimmy from East Street downtown, come find me if you need anything in the future."

"Now can we go get the goods?" Old Black saw him take the money and urged them to hurry up and make the delivery.

"Follow me."

Jimmy simply beckoned and led them to the pickup, unloading several heavy boxes. The Old Blacks couldn’t wait to tear open the fancy packaging of the sports equipment.

Allen Zhang also took a look, well damn, so-called sports equipment, but inside, it was all gun parts, all dismantled stuff covering the gun body, magazines, mounts, all sorts of parts, muzzle compensators, scopes, but no bullets—after all, bullets could be easily bought at any store.

Old Black was exhilarated, skillfully assembling the parts, and quickly put together a weapon, it was a Robar RC-50 anti-materiel rifle, "Fxxk! We don’t have to worry about coming up short when clashing over turf with Will’s boys anymore!"

Old Black grabbed the gun, and suddenly had a sinister thought.

Looking at his own side with more people, and at most, Jimmy’s side had only four combat units.

He immediately said, "Bro, I think this price isn’t quite fair, these firearms might not work so well, you guys should at least give us back ten thousand dollars."

Hearing this, Allen Zhang felt it hit the spot, he had prepared early to intimidate Old Black with his gun!

However, before the General Sect Leader could shoot, Jimmy, without a second word, pulled the trigger at Old Black’s feet.

Ratatatatatatat!!

"Fxxk you! Black Devil! Say one more word, and I’ll blow your balls off and feed ’em to the dogs!!"

Old Black felt the ground hot under his feet, scrambling to crouch down in the corner, turning pale with fear, and couldn’t help but shout, "Oh! Shit! They are really shooting! These bastards!! Okay! I won’t ask for a refund, just stop! Please, stop!!"

"You think I’ll stop if you tell me to? Who the hell do you think you are?" Jimmy took a Hand Grenade from the General Sect Leader, pulled the pin, "Say one more word, and I’ll blast you all to the sky!!"

"Ok, ok! Just go!! The price for that money is very reasonable!" Old Black was terrified, no longer dared to protest, just wanted to send these plague gods away.

Jimmy, holding the AK, cursed, "These Black Devils like Zero-Dollar Purchases. This is Texas! Don’t mess with Texas folk! Okay? You foreign African mess."

The two got back in the car, started the vehicle, turned the steering wheel, and drove out of the parking lot with a press on the accelerator.

Counting down from three, Jimmy tossed the Hand Grenade over the wall and stepped on the gas to escape.

Allen Zhang: ...?

The Old Blacks in the parking lot, who had a close call, exchanged glances, and the leader cursed himself for being foolish, "They’re so well-armed, with Hand Grenades, Helmets, AKs, how did you dare to threaten them? Are you out of your mind? Didn’t you see they got Bullet-Proof Vests? We only have 9mm pistols; are you seeking death?"

"I also didn’t expect them to shoot straight away..."

"Don’t mess with those in the arms trade, okay? They can pull out enough arms from their depot to blow your whole family’s ashes sky-high!"

Old Black kept swearing, "I don’t want to lie in bed at home at night and be turned into a pile of flesh by an armed helicopter! Or be blown to the sky by some unknown missile."

Just as he finished talking.

Plop, a Hand Grenade landed on the ground.

"Oh! Shit!!" Old Black went pale when he realized, but it was too late.

Boom!!!!