In the warehouse of the Iron Anchor Bar, the boss Ken looked at Rawls, who had the same beard as himself, and his face was very ugly. As a man who had traveled all over the world, he had seen many people and was afraid of many people.
But ever since he landed and opened this bar, the guy in front of him has become his nightmare. Last time, he dug out all his old records.
"Do you have any information about the Pulitzer?" Ken couldn't let the guy opposite speak first, otherwise he wouldn't know what he would send him to do.
"No." Rawls answered simply. All the information he knew about the Pulitzer had been told to Ken. The more confidential information was not accessible to him.
"Then why are you here again? You've been here too many times recently!" Ken suppressed his voice and anger. He had met Jeffrey (Rolls) four or five times this month.
Before Rawls traveled through time, the number of times the two of them met was pitiful. In total, they were not as many as this month. After all, they were busy with matters in the law firm before. As for collecting confidential information, the barrister could only
The identity cannot be achieved.
Even now that Rawls has left an impression on the Conservative Party and is cooperating with Philip Negan, the only son of Duke Negan, to renovate the Hillston Police Department, it is impossible to obtain the detailed data of the Pulitzer.
one thing.
"Don't worry, don't worry, you can definitely do this." Rawls stroked his beard, which was the same as Ken's, and didn't care about Ken's glare, "I need bullets, and it would be better if there were special ones.
"
"Huh?" Ken was just confused for a moment, then nodded, "I have ordinary revolver bullets here, but what are the special bullets?"
As a pirate who once "traveled across the five seas", although he stopped being a pirate for some reason, Ken was still involved in selling guns, bullets, and even explosives. Otherwise, he would definitely not be enough just by relying on the bar.
Elderly care.
If Rawls wants a high-pressure steam rifle and a six-barreled machine gun, Ken will definitely not have them, but he can still get one or two repeating rifles. Not to mention ordinary revolver bullets. But what are the special bullets?
I really don’t know.
"Then just ordinary revolver bullets." Rawls didn't force it. After all, things like rune bullets are a hot commodity in the hands of official extraordinary people. Except for the Church of the God of Machinery and Steam, no church would object to rune bullets.
There are many articles.
A bullet costs several pounds. Even if he buys it at cost, Rolls can only buy a few hundred rounds. And a few hundred rounds of bullets can only consume a six-barreled machine gun for two or three minutes at most. Except for those with deep pockets,
, who can afford the self-produced and self-sold Church of the God of Steam?
As for Ken, who has been in the fleet of "King of the Five Seas" Nast, he is still an ordinary guy. It is normal for him not to understand rune bullets. Pirates don't have the money to buy these things!
"That's easy, there are some left in the bar." Ken was very happy. He could make the guy opposite disappear in front of his eyes. The effort was worth it.
What's more, Jeffrey only theoretically wanted to obey his command, but the relationship between Jeffrey and Lord Bird Mustang, the "Dread Viscount", was such that Ken could only meet all of Jeffrey's reasonable demands.
Well, even if it is unreasonable, we still have to do it, just like the last time I asked him to go to Pulitzer Harbor to get an extraordinary item.
"Do you have any spare revolvers? I want three."
Rawls has two revolvers in his hand, but one of them is a decorative antique with specially made bullets. There are ten rounds in total, two rounds were fired, and there are eight rounds left. In addition, there are many opponents this time, and the bullets are specially made.
It is probably unrealistic to completely replace bullets.
Since it is unrealistic to change bullets, just change guns. Each of the four revolvers can fire six bullets. Twenty-four bullets are enough. Any more will have an impact on body movements.
Ken frowned and walked to a corner of the warehouse, where there were a dozen wine barrels half as tall as a man. He looked at them a few times, selected two, and carried them to Rawls.
Unscrewing the decorative wooden barrel cover, Rolls stretched his neck and looked. Good guy, there were densely packed yellow revolver bullets inside. He reached out and picked up one at random, looking at the smooth bullet head and the ordinary number marked on the bullet case.
Leeds Arsenal.
This is exactly the same bullet that Rawls used in the Cragg Club. You must know that the Cragg Club relied on its own background to obtain the bullets from the Pulitzer Arsenal.
The buyer of Pulitzer Arsenal is fixed, and only Loen’s army can purchase it!
"Are these bullets for the military?"
Ken did not raise his head. The other barrel was closed tightly. He tried several times but failed to open it. He said in a muffled voice:
"How is it possible? All rifle bullets are used in the army, and revolvers are only used by officers. Those officers consume too few revolver bullets. With the output of the Pulitzer Arsenal, one production is enough to last a long time. In order to free up
place, so the excess bullets will be sold.”
You said so much, but it's not military supplies. Rawls looked at Ken who was struggling, walked up to him, clasped the lid of the barrel with both hands, twisted his wrist, lifted it up, and opened the barrel.
Ken glanced at Rawls with envy and fear, reached in, took out a finely crafted revolver, and handed it to Rawls. Under the illumination of the warehouse wall lamp, the revolver shone with the unique cold light of metal.
.
After taking the revolver, I saw the inscription engraved on the handle of the gun. Most of the inscription had been worn away, but I could still clearly see the words Pritzker Arsenal.
Ken leaned over and saw the handle of the revolver in Rolls' hand. He said "Huh", looked up at Rolls, and said indifferently:
"If you want to use it, you'd better polish off the inscription on it. If not, it will be fine as long as it is not noticed by MI9. Even if the police discover it, as long as the bite was bought on the underground black market."
Rawls looked at Ken speechlessly. He had always thought that Ken was a timid guy. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was as timid as a mouse. But what he saw in front of him... turned to look at the corner of the warehouse.
A dozen wooden barrels half as tall as a man.
Ken is so secretive! Such a scale is simply a blatant provocation to MI9 and the Loen military!
Seemingly seeing through Rawls's thoughts, Ken casually pointed to the barrel in the corner, shook his head and said:
"Those that are not, there is only a barrel of gunpowder in it. These are all my inventory. Most of them were shipped to the Count when Master Mustang came last time."