Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

After dinner, Marissa did not choose to leave, but instead chose to stay at Tina's place.

Left with no other choice, Irving had to stay in Tina's room.

The next morning, Irving had just gotten up.

He was woken up by Marissa before he could even have breakfast.

The other person grabbed him and, without saying a word, drove him to John's Pawnshop.

When Irving arrived at the pawn shop, he noticed that several pickup trucks were parked outside the shop.

"What's going on?" Irving looked at the scene before him with a face full of question marks.

Marissa seemed to have anticipated Owen's question. She smiled gently and slowly said, "Didn't you say yesterday that you were going to take over the pawnshop?"

"This is the first problem you've encountered since taking over the pawnshop."

Marissa opened the car door and got out.

As soon as he got out of the car, Irving saw several burly men getting out of the pickup truck.

These burly men seemed to have a prior conflict with Marissa. Seeing her approach, they immediately surrounded her, their expressions menacing.

"Hey, bitch! You've finally shown yourself!" A burly man blocked Marissa's path and sneered.

"You kicked John out of the pawnshop, fine, but you promised to take my things. Why aren't you taking them now?"

"If you don't give me an explanation today, don't even think about opening the door!"

Hearing what the burly men said, Owen tilted his head slightly and looked at the back of the pickup trucks, wanting to see what rare items these men were carrying.

All that could be seen were the cargo beds of several pickup trucks, all covered with black cloth, making it impossible to see what was inside.

Just as Irving scratched his head, looking puzzled.

Marissa, who was standing to the side, suddenly smiled slightly. "I'm sorry, gentlemen, the reason I refused you earlier was because I am not the owner of this pawnshop."

Marissa spoke sincerely, turning to look at Owen before introducing him to the burly men: "Let me introduce you, this is Mr. Owen, the boss behind our John Pawnshop."

He has now bought the pawnshop from John.

"If you ever want to pawn anything in the future, you can come to Mr. Owen. This pawn shop has nothing to do with me anymore."

"..." What a clever move to shift the blame.

Irving's lips twitched.

He finally understood why Marissa had been in such a hurry to bring him to the pawnshop—it turned out she had been harassed by some gangsters.

Seeing several burly men all turning their gazes towards him, Irving shrugged helplessly and could only bite the bullet and say:

"That's right, I'm now the owner of John's Auction House. What questions do you have? Ask one at a time..."

"OK!"

Seeing that Irving looked very young, like someone who had just entered society, the burly men exchanged glances and then their faces lit up with joy.

"Here's what happened. Last Friday, I called John's Pawnshop to ask if they accepted late 19th-century antiques. After receiving an affirmative answer, I drove over with my items."

"But when we got here, your staff said they wouldn't accept these things and told us to bring them back exactly as we brought them!"

"Hey! Dude, tell me, isn't your employee going too far?"

Owen's lips twitched, looking constipated, then he looked at Marissa standing beside him and asked, "Is that so?"

"This must have been John's doing. He was definitely trying to set me up. Sorry."

Marissa shrugged, looking completely unfazed. "If you want to take over the pawnshop, you'll have to sort these things out yourself."

Irving looked helpless. "Okay."

As he spoke, he looked at the burly men in front of him and asked, "What are you selling?"

Seeing that Irving had given in, the burly men were immediately overjoyed and rushed to the pickup truck to pull off the black cloth.

Irving was full of curiosity, but when the contents of the pickup truck bed were revealed, he was instantly stunned. This huge thing was actually a machine gun?!

Two objects resembling horse-drawn cartwheels were placed between a machine gun, its magazine cover resembling a large millstone, creating a stark contrast with the dark muzzle.

With the addition of the exquisite hand-operated lever, this old-fashioned machine gun, though looking somewhat worn, still displays pure violent aesthetics.

Without a doubt, this machine gun is a product of the last century.

"Maxim machine gun?" Owen raised an eyebrow and asked tentatively.

"That's right!" The burly man patted the back of the pickup truck, full of confidence. "These are all genuine German-made Maxim machine guns. For gun collectors, they are definitely good stuff!"

Kid, you probably don't know how hard it was for us to get these things.

Just moving these big machines onto the truck would take more than a dozen people…

Okay, I won't try to fool you. I checked online beforehand, and in Florida, a well-maintained Maxim machine gun can easily sell for at least twenty or thirty thousand US dollars!

If you accept it, we'll get $18,000 per unit, how about that?

Irving stepped closer to examine the machine guns more closely.

After examining all four Maxim machine guns mounted on the cargo beds of the pickup trucks, Owen slowly shook his head and said seriously, "Sorry, I probably can't offer such a high price."

"What??" The burly men were slightly taken aback, and then prepared to get angry.

Unexpectedly, Owen shook his head and continued, "Although these four machine guns are indeed Maxim machine guns, they are imitations. The real Maxim machine gun is a product of the 18th century and was the world's first truly automatic weapon powered by gunpowder gas. It had a caliber of 11.43 mm, used a short-recoil automatic mechanism, and was equipped with a water-cooled barrel."

The four machine guns you brought are replicas of the Maxim machine gun. They have no company markings, most of the parts are just ordinary handmade parts, the connections are very rough, and they are not well preserved.

"If you want to sell, I can only offer $9000 to buy it."

Upon hearing that the price had been halved instantly, the burly men immediately looked constipated and felt their scalps tingle.

"You've gone too far with your bargaining. $9000 is too low. I'll sell it to you for $15000 right now." A burly black man realized what was happening and tentatively raised the price.

Irving shrugged, looking like he had nothing to lose. "I already said, these aren't real Maxim machine guns. To be honest, buddy, if it weren't for the fact that you sold four of them, I'd only give you $7000 each at most."

"If you don't want to, you can go to other pawn shops in Miami tonight. I estimate it will be difficult to sell it for $7000."

After saying that, Owen pulled Marissa toward the shop door.