I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Kevin licked his slightly dry lips, his gaze shifting back and forth between Li Ang's face and the stack of money.

Finally, he made up his mind, let out a long breath, and resigned himself to his fate:

"Okay. Tell me your purchasing needs."

As Kevin spoke, he reached out and tossed a five-hundred-dollar bill and a China Merchants Bank debit card into the open cash register.

Li Ang had already prepared a plan, and upon hearing this, he was overjoyed and immediately replied without hesitation:

"First, I need a handgun, preferably small so I can hide it easily, but it must be powerful enough to easily take down an adult man within ten meters. I need as many bullets as I can buy, because I need to practice to get familiar with the weapon. Finally, if there are any left over, I also hope to buy a bulletproof vest."

Kevin did not answer immediately after hearing this.

Instead, he looked Li Ang up and down, his eyes filled with complex emotions, and said:

"Kid, which gang are you planning to fight? Did you dig up some fentanyl they secretly buried?"

Li Ang raised an eyebrow, suppressed a laugh, and remained silent, simply watching Kevin quietly.

Kevin shrugged knowingly, saying helplessly:

"Okay, okay, so you're telling me not to ask again? I get it, I get it."

Once he made up his mind, Kevin began to carefully calculate according to Li Ang's requirements:

"You have enough money for a gun and bullets. But getting a decent bulletproof vest is out of the question."

Li Ang hadn't researched arms prices in detail before because he didn't have the money.

At this point, thanks to Kevin, the street expert, explaining things to me, I finally grasped some basic concepts.

Kevin has already briefly mentioned the price of firearms, so I won't go into detail here.

In 2010, the larger the caliber of handgun ammunition available in New York City, the more expensive it was.

The retail price of a standard 9mm full metal jacketed bullet is approximately $15-18 per 50 rounds.

点40和点45口径的子弹略贵，约为20-25美元/50发。

The cheapest option is the .22 small-caliber training round, which is generally used for target practice.

The price is only $19.99 for 500 rounds.

As for bulletproof vests, there are many different types.

One type is a soft bulletproof vest.

It can protect against most mainstream handgun bullets.

The civilian version only costs $300-$500.

Police-grade items cost $500-$800.

Another type is the rigid tactical vest.

It can be fitted with ceramic or polyethylene plates, which provides stronger protection.

It can protect against more powerful rifle bullets.

The whole package will cost at least two thousand dollars.

Li Ang couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

He originally thought that with the 1,500 dollars bestowed upon him by the system, purchasing these equipment would be a piece of cake.

Unexpectedly, after learning more about it, I realized that I was still struggling financially.

Fortunately, one of Li Ang's strengths is that he avoids internal conflicts and prefers to delegate professional tasks to professionals.

"I don't understand these things, Kevin. You handle the arrangements, I trust you."

Upon hearing this, Kevin could only manage a wry smile:

"Kid, I don't know what you're going to do, but I definitely don't want to suddenly see the news one day saying you've been raped to death on the street. Don't worry, in order for you to come back alive and continue filling out those damn tax forms for me, I will definitely get you the best equipment within the budget."

Li Ang felt relieved, nodded gratefully, and said:

"Thanks, bro. When can I expect to get these things?"

When do you need it?

"The sooner the better, ideally now."

Kevin frowned:

"So urgent?"

Li Ang nodded calmly:

"Very urgent."

"..."

Kevin glanced at the clock on the wall of the store and frowned, saying:

"I'll call now, but you definitely won't get it tonight. The earliest you can get it is tomorrow. So... come to the store after school tomorrow afternoon to meet me."

Li Ang was immediately delighted and said:

"I understand, thank you so much, Kevin."

"Sigh, I don't know if I should agree to your request. Anyway, before I change my mind, take your stun gun and hurry home to take care of Fiona."

"Okay, see you tomorrow, Kevin."

"etc!"

Kevin was about to send Li Ang home when he thought for a moment and suddenly called out to Li Ang again.

He glanced around the bar, raised his hand, beckoned to a burly man at a corner table, and called out loudly:

"Hey! Big Joe! Come here! I've got something good for you!"

A burly, bald Eastern European man, wearing dirty overalls and with arms thicker than Li Ang's thighs, sauntered over, carrying half a jug of beer, and said in a deep, muffled voice:

"What good news, Kevin? Are you trying to buy me a drink, you miser?"

"Hey buddy, congratulations on guessing right."

The bald, muscular Eastern European man's eyes lit up immediately, and he said with great delight:

"real?"

"Of course it's true. Besides, I'm the handsome and generous Tom Cruise, not some miser."

Kevin chuckled and said, "Hehe."

"Big Joe, your drinks are on me tonight. But you have to do me a little favor."

The bald, muscular man's face immediately fell:

"Oh, Kevin, you damn miser, I told you you weren't so kind. Just listen to what you want me to do. If it's troublesome, then find someone else."

"Hey, what's troublesome for others is a piece of cake for Joe, the big guy who knocked out three karate masters with one punch last year."

When the bald, muscular man heard Kevin remember the boasts he'd made while drinking, he couldn't suppress a smirk.

"Heh heh, Kevin, you've got a good eye for people! No wonder you're the man in the whole Bronx who looks most like Tom Cruise. So, what's up?"

Kevin didn't waste any time, pointed at Li Ang, and said seriously:

"This is my younger brother, Li Ang. He lives at 18th house on 139th Street. He recently offended some people on the street, and I'm worried about his safety going home alone. Could you do me a favor and take him home for me? I'll treat you to drinks all night when he gets back."

Upon hearing this, the bald, burly man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

He patted his chest with his large, fan-like hand, and said confidently:

"I thought you were flattering me so you'd let me play with my chrysanthemum, but it turns out that's all? Leave it to me! I promise I'll get this kid home safely!"

"Hey, fuck you, big guy Joe, I'm not gay, I'm not into that!"

The bald, burly man muttered "Who knows?" as he looked at Li Ang and beckoned him over:

"Come on, kid. With me here, even the stray dogs on the street won't dare bark at you."

Li Ang felt a warmth in his heart, but he refused to accept Kevin's kindness no matter what.

Just kidding, this bald, muscular guy is so big, who knows how much of Kevin's beer stock he can drink in one night.

Li Ang couldn't bear to let Kevin squander money like that.

"Thanks, Kevin, and thank you too, Joe. But no need, it's just a few blocks from here to my home, only a two-minute run."

Kevin frowned and insisted:

"Hey, Li Ang..."

Li Ang interrupted with a smile:

"Hey Kevin, you forgot? I was once the fastest runner in South District Middle School, number 21!"

After saying that, Li Ang picked up the oilcloth bag from the ground and nodded to Kevin and Big Joe:

See you tomorrow, guys.

After saying that, he didn't give Kevin a chance to persuade him again, turned around and ran out of the bar.

"Damn you, you little rascal..."

Kevin watched as Li Ang slithered through the crowd like an eel and quickly disappeared outside the door. Even if the bald, burly man had chased after him, he certainly wouldn't have been able to catch him.

He could only mutter a curse under his breath, then turned to pick up his phone and smiled at the big guy, Joe:

"Go back and have your drink. It's on me tonight."

Big Joe was overjoyed:

"Thanks, Tom Cruise!"