You will definitely feel right at home.”

The boss was a bit annoyed, but still backed down, pointing at the camera: “That’s fake. I have so many valuable items in my store, I don’t need that kind of crap.”

“Then we need to talk in private.” David Smith checked the camera, then pointed at the clerk behind the counter: “Either have them leave, or come with me to the police station.”

The boss said to the two clerks selling guns, “Go to the back and organize the inventory.”

David Smith tapped a photo of a Taser on the counter with his finger: “I need the customer list for people who bought this kind of gun.”

“I already told you, we don’t sell modified Tasers here.” The boss’s tone was firm.

David Smith picked up some rifle parts from the counter and started assembling them: “Civilian M16 semi-automatic rifle, the magazine only holds ten rounds. It’s not much, but it’s enough to blow your store to pieces.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“When I finish assembling, if you still don’t talk, I’ll shoot.”

The boss looked at Luke Johnson: “Sir, I’m being threatened. Aren’t you going to stop him?”

Luke Johnson hesitated.

According to police regulations, he really should stop David Smith to prevent things from getting out of hand.

But reason told him not to.

As partners, even if he didn’t agree with David Smith’s way of investigating, he couldn’t argue in front of the person being questioned… At this moment, he had to back him up.

“You have so many guns in your store, accidental discharges are normal.

We only came to help after hearing gunshots. If you get hurt, I’ll call 911 for you.” Luke Johnson crouched down and covered his ears,

“This bastard is capable of anything. Good luck.”

David Smith finished assembling the gun, loaded a round, and pointed it at the boss’s forehead.

“Time’s up!”

The boss raised his hands: “Don’t shoot! I’ll talk. But once we leave this room, I won’t admit to anything.”

“I just want the customer list. I don’t care about any other crap.”

Sweat beaded on the boss’s forehead: “There’s only one modified Taser in the store. I only sold it to one person.”

“Why did you lie?”

“I didn’t want trouble.”

“Where did the modified Taser come from?”

“It was put in the store for consignment by someone nicknamed ‘the Postman’.”

“Why help him sell it?”

“A regular Taser sells for a thousand dollars. A modified one can go for three thousand. I just wanted to see if it would sell.”

“I want his real name and contact information.”

“I don’t know. He came to the store on his own.

We did a cash transaction. He’s somewhat famous for gun modifications. Everyone calls him ‘the Postman’.”

“If you dare lie or hide anything…”

“I swear to God, that’s all I know.”

David Smith wiped the M16’s grip with a cloth and put it back on the counter: “Here’s a tip—install the cameras.”

Luke Johnson and David Smith left the gun shop.

After getting in the car, Luke Johnson put away his pistol, leaned back in the seat, and let out a long sigh: “You went too far.”

David Smith chugged half a bottle of water: “I know people like him. If I didn’t do this, he wouldn’t talk.”

“You’re too aggressive. There are other ways. I don’t want to get into a shootout in a gun shop with my Glock. Makes me feel like an idiot.”

“This is the fastest way.” David Smith said, glancing at Luke Johnson: “You really have changed.”

“People have to grow up.”

As a former Chinese detective, Luke Johnson was really not used to this way of investigating.

It was the first time in his life he’d negotiated with someone in a room full of guns and ammo.

He kept worrying the two clerks would suddenly come out with semi-automatic rifles and start shooting.

“Fuck!”

He swore he’d never go on a mission with this lunatic again.

……

Luke Johnson got out of the car halfway.

His legs were still a bit weak as he walked. It was an unpleasant feeling.

Flying Bar.

Business hours: 11 a.m. to 2 a.m.

Luke Johnson entered the bar. The hall was empty, with more staff than customers.

Bartender Danny Johnson was a bit surprised: “Luke Johnson, this is the first time I’ve seen you here at noon.”

“Same for me.”

“What can I get you?”

Luke Johnson sat at the bar: “A curry chicken rice.”

“And to drink?”

“Don’t tempt me to make a mistake. If I get fired from the police, I won’t be able to bring you business.”

“You came all the way here just for curry chicken rice?”

Luke Johnson took a scratch-off lottery ticket from his pocket and put it on the bar: “Cash this in for me before I finish lunch.

I want cash.”

“Wow, you actually won eight thousand dollars!”

“Is there a problem?”

“No, it’s just that I’ve played scratch-offs for years and never won more than five hundred.

Man, you’re really lucky.”

Luke Johnson realized this too. Winning the lottery once or twice was fine, but if it happened too often, people would start to notice.

Luke Johnson needed a long-term, legitimate way to cash out.

After finishing his meal, Luke Johnson got the money without a hitch.

This made him even more determined.

The eight-thousand-dollar prize ended up being only about seven thousand in Luke Johnson’s hands.

Lottery winnings are taxable, and the higher the prize, the higher the tax rate.