Special Forces: I Can See the Experience Bar

Chapter 327

"Hello, this is Ace of Spades."

After killing Donnie, Chang Ning leaned against a public phone and dialed the information broker's cell phone as if nothing had happened.

Ace of Spades?

The information broker looked completely bewildered upon hearing the words on the other end of the phone. He even tried to recall what he had heard, but there was no one in his network with the code name Ace of Spades.

However, since business has come knocking, let's chat first, regardless of whether we know each other or not.

Given his current situation, he has no right to be picky; he should be grateful if business comes to him.

"Hello, how can I help you?" the information broker said eagerly into the phone.

“Take your rightful share of last night’s money and transfer the rest into this account.”

After finishing speaking, Chang Ning immediately recited a series of numbers into the microphone. These numbers belonged to an anonymous bank account.

Of course, Chang Ning asked Violet to get all these things for him. Violet is the woman who met Chang Ning at the coffee shop last time.

Upon hearing this, the information broker immediately recognized the so-called Ace of Spades on the other end of the phone. No wonder the voice on the other end sounded familiar.

“So it’s you.

No problem, I'll transfer the money online into my account right now.

Knowing that the other party was his client, the information broker became very proactive. That was the only major client who trusted his business capabilities recently, and he couldn't afford to offend him.

After hanging up the phone, the intelligence broker acted exactly as he had said: he quickly turned on his computer and his fingers flew across the keyboard.

With each instruction issued, the string of numbers in Donnie's account was reduced to zero.

According to industry practice, most of the money was transferred to Chang Ning's account, while a small portion went into the pockets of intelligence brokers.

Although it wasn't a huge sum of money, it was enough to solve his immediate financial problems. At least he could easily afford good steaks, high-quality vegetables, and fresh milk.

The quality of life improved dramatically.

This was the first time he had ever seen money come back to him since he started this job.

Chang Ning hung up the phone after the transfer was completed.

Chang Ning dared to make direct bank transfers without fear of being investigated by American law enforcement agencies for two reasons: First, the drunkard Donnie was just the leader of a small gang, whose involvement was limited to a block at most. Why would the big shots above mobilize resources and go to great lengths to investigate such a person?

Secondly, his account is anonymous, and the money flows continuously through financial networks around the world from the moment it is transferred in, making it extremely difficult to trace and requiring the mobilization of massive social resources.

This brings us back to the first reason: Downey isn't a big shot; at most, he's just a little bigger than an ant, big enough to be easily spotted.

In America, countless ordinary people rise and fall every day, so big shots wouldn't care about Downey.

This is also what Chang Ning wants to achieve. It's enough for his infamy to spread throughout the underworld; it's better not to attract attention in the open.

After confirming that the money had been received, Chang Ning hailed a taxi on the roadside. Next, he was going to pick up the equipment he had ordered.

The weapon shop was still the same weapon shop, and although this was Chang Ning's second time here, she still found it amazing.

Keep in mind that these are automatic rifles for sale, and Chang Ning even saw rockets and their launchers on a counter in the corner.

Wasn't it agreed that automatic weapons weren't allowed to be sold? Why are they openly displayed here, waiting for customers to choose?

Despite the sighs, the things that need to be done still need to be done.

Even if this place were to be shut down by American law enforcement at any moment, it wouldn't stop Chang Ning's desire to spend money.

"Ding bell~"

The wind chimes hanging above the door jingled crisply. To the owner of this weapons shop, it wasn't just the sound of wind chimes; it was the sound of money falling into his pocket. Standing behind the counter, explaining the features of a weapon to a burly man whose arms could support a horse, he looked up after hearing the wind chimes.

They initially thought he was just an ordinary customer, but his eyes lit up instantly when he saw the person's face.

Immediately afterwards, the shop owner finished introducing the products in his hand and then walked quickly around the counter to Chang Ning.

"It's you."

Are you here today to collect your beloved equipment?

The boss's enthusiasm for Chang Ning wasn't just due to Evil Ghost and Old Gun; another reason was that Chang Ning was generous with money.

Unlike other stingy customers who might painstakingly explain the performance of a weapon but still not necessarily buy it, this customer wasn't like them.

If a business owner is slow to leave when faced with such a high-quality customer, it would be disrespectful to money.

Seeing the enthusiastic boss, Chang Ning was not fooled by his appearance.

If you believe the smile on the face of this kind of money-grubbing person, then be prepared to get ripped off.

Chang Ning was well aware that people's good attitudes were all for the money they hadn't even had a chance to put in their pockets.

He's not money; he can't make everyone like him. Even money has people who don't like it.

You agree, right, businessman?

"Yes, this is the final payment."

Chang Ning casually handed a bank card to the other party.

After receiving the card, the boss's smile contained a noticeably richer emotion than before.

After handing over the card, Chang Ning ignored the boss.

In fact, the boss didn't have time to deal with Chang Ning; he was busy transferring the money from Chang Ning's card to his own account.

Changning was in such a hurry last time that he didn't have time to take a good look at this weapon shop that was in the middle of a disturbance but no one came to investigate.

Clearly, the owner or backer of this weapons shop has a very powerful background, possibly even connected to the governor.

As is well known, the states of the United States have autonomy.

This weapons shop sells a really comprehensive range of products, with the famous "Stinger" missile lying quietly in the corner.

Perhaps the price was too high, because from the moment Chang Ning entered, he didn't see anyone interested in that thing.

"Hey buddy, what good stuff have you got your eye on this time?"
Everything here is top-notch. For the sake of Evil Ghost and Old Gun, I can give you a 20% discount, just to be friends.

The shop owner walked up to Changning carrying a black gun case and enthusiastically solicited business.

He noticed that Chang Ning still had a considerable amount of money left in her account when he swiped his card.

Chang Ning didn't believe a single word the shop owner said.

Should we give him a 20% discount?

Shit!

Last time when Old Gun was around, no one gave him a penny off.

Do they really think Chang Ning is unaware of the public price of these weapons and is treating him like a sucker?

There might be something to do with Old Gun here. Chang Ning still remembers that it was Old Gun who brought him here.

Of course, Chang Ning could understand why the other party was selling them at such a high price, after all, these were fully automatic weapons, which was relatively reasonable compared to the black market.