I work as a sorcerer in the US, and my side hustle is building Gundams.

"Hmm? Witch doctor, you said you're going to get a gun?"

Jennifer was somewhat surprised to receive Lynn's call.

At this moment, she was wearing a trench coat over revealing lingerie, standing in the cold wind on the street, soliciting customers.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and it looks like it will snow soon. If they don't get enough money to buy clothes and food before then, it's very likely that he and Britney, both of them, will not survive the winter.

"Yes, you mentioned before that you came into contact with all sorts of people during the drug trials. Were there any people among them who could get their hands on guns?"

Lynn has now figured it out. Relying solely on himself, a warlock with few damage skills and no area-of-effect attacks, to save his life and wealth in this cruel and cold Seattle hell, more traditional weapons are more reliable.

"Of course there are. I know a vendor who specializes in this. He has all kinds of light weapons, from pistols to submachine guns, even grenades and smoke grenades. Sometimes, if you're lucky, you can even get black market guns without serial numbers."

Jennifer sounded very excited on the phone because she would get a commission if she helped make a successful referral.

"It would be great if he could get a black market gun without a serial number. How should I contact him?"

Ryan was also very happy. In such a chaotic and dangerous place, corrupt cops were sometimes more threatening than street gangs. If he could get his hands on a black gun, that would be even better.

"That depends on luck. I can help you make the connection, but I want a referral fee. How about 10% of your total transaction fee?"

Lynn pictured a middle-aged woman, huddled in a cramped basement, still applying makeup to attract customers.

"Can."

"You can introduce him to me now."

"Alright, witch doctor, you're quite well-known around here, I'm sure you won't renege on a debt from a poor middle-aged woman... Her name is Little Arthur, and her phone number is..."

"Okay, thank you. If the deal goes through, I'll come back specifically to give you the referral fee."

After hanging up the phone, Lynn dialed again.

"Beep~ Beep~ Beep~"

The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered.

Lynn frowned and dialed again, still not believing it. This time, after three rings, someone finally answered the phone.

"Hello? Are you Mr. Arthur?"

"..."

There was no answer on the other end of the phone, but you could hear distinct breathing sounds; clearly, the person was just listening without speaking.

"Jennifer introduced me to you. She said you can get some self-defense gadgets?"

"Sir, you've dialed the wrong number. There's no one here named Little Arthur."

After the other party finished speaking, they immediately and decisively hung up the phone.

"??"

Lynn blinked inexplicably while holding the microphone, then turned to look at Mike.

"I don't know what happened. Was his number canceled and then someone else used it? Or is it because we've never dealt with each other before, so he's very wary of us?"

"I tend to think it's the latter. Because when I asked him for his name, he didn't immediately deny it."

Lynn pursed her lips, but didn't give up and picked up the phone again. Instead of dialing, she sent a text message.

"Hello, I'm Lynn, the witch doctor from Pioneer Square. You've probably heard of me. Of course, you can also ask Jennifer for this number and whether I asked her about this matter."

Five minutes later, Lynn's phone rang.

"It seems he has already called to verify. Perhaps my titles of [Cataclysmic Resister] and [Voodoo Healer] have had some effect."

Titles: "Cataclysmic Resistant" (gain more favorability from the Survivors faction), "Voodoo Healer" (this stuff is believed on the streets of America, increasing your mystique).

Lynn answered the phone to himself, and sure enough, it was the same voice from before.

"I'm sorry, witch doctor, but you know, we have to be constantly vigilant in our line of work."

The voice on the phone was much softer than before.

"It's alright, we understand, Mr. Arthur. I'd like to ask if you still have any black market guns with serial numbers? I'm planning to buy a few to give us some extra protection."

"Black guns? Witch doctor, these guns are very hard to come by. I can only manage to get one every few months, and you want several at once?"

The other person's emotions were immediately stirred, and their speaking speed increased slightly.

"Oh, I see. How many weapons do you have now? I probably need to provide enough protective gear for about seven or eight people."

"I don't have a single one, Mr. Witch Doctor, but I'll let you know if I manage to get one."

The other person's voice was a bit cold and harsh. Lynn felt that if it weren't for his two titles, the other person probably wouldn't have continued talking to him at all.

"Glock 17 or 19, 9mm caliber polymer frame, highly reliable, is the mainstream model in the US police and civilian markets, 80% new, $600 each, bullets are $10 a box of 20."

"The Taurus 856 revolver, in .38 Special caliber, is compact and lightweight, suitable for women or first-time users. It costs $600 each, and each bullet costs $0.5."

"Of course, if you need a shotgun, I can provide the Mossberg 500, a pump-action, 12-gauge shotgun with a 6-8 round capacity. It's lightweight, reliable, and costs $500. 12-gauge shotgun shells are $1.50 each, as are buckshot and birdshot."

"Of course, these guns don't have gun licenses, and all fingerprints will be wiped off before they're sold to you. But I can't guarantee whether their original owners used them for anything before."

"These are much more expensive than the guns in gun shops, at least half again as much each!"

Lynn had previously researched the prices of civilian firearms on the streets of the United States in his spare time.

If he weren't currently a homeless man, and if his predecessor hadn't lost all his documents and been ineligible to buy firearms, he would have already bought legitimate guns from a gun shop.

"Yes, that's the market price, sir. This is already a discount because of your status as a shaman. Ordinary people wouldn't pay this price."

Mike, who was next to Lin Enchong, pursed his lips, while Lin Enchong shrugged and turned his head away.

"Alright, that's settled then. We need 5 Glock 17s, 2 Taurus 856s, and 2 Mossbergs, plus 100 rounds of ammunition for each gun."

"By the way, Jennifer said you guys also have grenades and smoke grenades?"

"M67 fragmentation grenades, $100 each, I only have three left. QL500 smoke grenades for fire drills, $120 each, plenty of them. Do you want them?"

"I'll take all the grenades, and five smoke grenades, pack them together with the gun."

Lynn glanced at the garbage bag containing $1 lying in the corner; he was determined not to pay it back.

After all, if you pay it back, there will be endless interest compounding. Not paying it back can actually arm you and prevent others from coveting you.

He wasn't sure if Perez was willing to cooperate with them, so he needed to keep some cards up his sleeve.