2:20 PM, four hours have passed since Owen learned that Jack's family was kidnapped.
As Irving drove his Ferrari along Mayfair Avenue in San Fernando, he thought of a person, Eddie Murphy. This guy was not a professional arms dealer, he was more like a weapons enthusiast who liked to collect all kinds of weapons.
Weapons, occasionally moonlighting as an arms dealer.
But the only person Irving could think of who could get arms in the San Fernando Valley was this fat man. Irving had dealt with him several times before in the West Hollywood Division's Major Crimes Division, and he was a very interesting guy.
Owen didn't have his phone number, but he knew where the guy lived, and it happened to be not far from here. Owen was going to go directly.
Ten minutes later, Owen stopped in front of a house. This was a middle-class community. Eddie Murphy, a fat man, seemed to have a pretty good income and could at least afford to live here.
“Tuk-tuk-tuk~~”
Owen knocked on the door, and the sound of a TV show came from inside. The fat man should be at home, but no one answered.
Owen knocked again, and an impatient voice finally came from inside: "No matter who you are, you disturbed my enjoyment of the food. If you don't do your business seriously, you will be dead..."
A fat man opened the door angrily, looking menacing, but when he saw Owen, his expression immediately changed.
"Officer Owen? Why are you here? Uh... I haven't done anything illegal recently..." the fat man said reflexively.
"Then what are you doing?"
Owen pushed him away and went straight into the room. As soon as he entered the room, he smelled a familiar smell.
"Oh, you are eating, Chinese food? Boiled pork slices... You are very discerning..."
"Haha, I'm trying it. Someone told me that real Chinese food is different from what I usually eat, so I decided to give it a try. I have to say, the taste is very tempting. They told me that this must be eaten while it's hot. Once it's cooled, it'll be eaten again.
It’s a kind of thing…”
The fat man immediately became excited when he talked about eating, but Owen was not in the mood to listen to what he said.
"Eddie, I'm here to help you..."
"Help? How can I help you?"
Eddie looked puzzled.
"I need some weapons, the kind that can fire continuously..." Owen made a shooting gesture, but was interrupted by the fat man before he finished speaking.
"Oh, no, no, no, Mr. Police Officer, you know, I stopped doing that a long time ago. I am a law-abiding citizen now. I rarely even go out now..."
Owen rolled his eyes angrily, "Eddie, I'm not a police officer now, I'm the CTU, have you heard of it, the Counter-Terrorism Unit. It's not the FBI, nor the ATF (Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives), so as long as you're not selling nuclear bombs
It has nothing to do with me, understand?"
"Okay, CTU, um... it sounds familiar, what is it?" The fat man's eyes rolled.
"The main job of the Counterterrorism Bureau is to monitor the actions of American or other country terrorists in the United States and prevent terrorist attacks."
"Uh... Okay, this sounds cool... but I haven't touched those for a long time. Look, I don't even have a pistol. If you really need it, you can go find those niggas or something.
Yes, I know a few people are still doing it, I can tell you their names..."
"Eddie, Eddie!"
Owen interrupted the fat man's ramblings angrily.
"I'm not here to get information from you, and I'm not fishing for law enforcement. I just really need those things. I'm in a hurry. Do you understand?"
"Okay, you're in a hurry, but I..."
"Eddie!!!"
Irving interrupted the fat man again. He finally figured out that this guy had been playing tricks on him. Who knew that Irving was a policeman before and even arrested him.
"Let me say it one last time, I really need those things. If you can't satisfy me, then you'd better never touch this business again. I will call my brothers in the police station and ask them to send people to monitor them 24 hours a day.
With you in mind, don’t think about doing anything else. If you can help me, then I owe you once, how about..."
Owen looked into Eddie's eyes. Eddie felt guilty as he stared at him, and there was a trace of hesitation in his eyes.
You know this guy won't change his ways.
Owen knew that he had to add more fire at this time.
"Eddie, I'm on a special mission and my identity needs to be kept secret, so I can't use official weapons. Do you understand? That's why I thought of you. Don't worry, I will never implicate you afterwards..."
"Okay, what exactly do you want?"
The fat man finally admitted. He was just not sure before, but it was actually easy to understand. No policeman would fish for law enforcement like this.
"Assault rifle, HK416 or M4A1, military version, with red dot sight and grenade launcher assembly. RCBS tactical vest and bulletproof insert plate, four grenades, one M9, quick-draw holster and four magazines...
"
Owen mentioned what he needed in one breath, but the fat man took this opportunity to sit back at the table and enjoyed his food while listening to Owen's list.
It wasn't until Irving finished speaking that he said: "Is there going to be another Gulf War? It seems that you want to make a lot of noise..."
Owen shrugged noncommittally, and the fat man awkwardly picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and put it into his mouth, with an expression of pain and happiness on his face.
"I knew authentic Chinese food wouldn't be like that. To hell with those damn General Tso's chickens. Oh God, why didn't I discover this Chinese restaurant earlier? I love Sichuan food. Oh, it's killing me.
…”
Eddie poured himself a few sips of cold water before fanning his tongue and continued: "I have an M4A1 here, ready-made. I just replaced the barrel. It is very safe. Do you want all 30 rounds of standard magazines or other models?
, I have a 60-round extended version here..."
Owen thought about it and chose the 30-round standard type.
Although the extended type can save time when changing magazines, Owen is used to the standard type. His previous habits, including tips on counting while shooting, are all based on the standard type. Changing to the extended type may not be used to it, and it will be a drag.
His speed.
"Would you like a grip?"
"No more."
Owen has never been used to shooting a rifle with a grip. This is purely a personal habit.
"I don't have grenade launcher components and can't get them, but tactical vests and bulletproof steel plates are fine. I have them in stock. DBT's RCBS tactical vests are guaranteed to satisfy you. How about giving you MK3A2 grenade?"
"Can."
Owen has only heard of the MK3A2 offensive grenade Eddie mentioned but has never actually used it. However, grenades are something that most arms dealers will not keep in their hands. This thing is different from firearms and is strictly controlled.
It would be nice to have one, and Irving wouldn’t be picky.
Eddie almost finished a portion of boiled pork slices as he spoke, and Owen found that he was becoming more and more proficient in using chopsticks.
"So spicy, so spicy..." Eddie kept wiping the sweat on his forehead with a towel.
"Okay, let's take a look at the quality now..."
"Wait, the thing isn't here?"
"Of course, how could I be stupid enough to hide those things at home..."
The fat man took Owen out and saw the Ferrari he drove at the door. He not only whistled.
“Does CTU make so much money?”
Owen shrugged again. If he was told that the car was stolen, he would suspect that he would get into trouble later.