MTL - Mixed In the United States As a Local Tyrant-Chapter 9 Buying Guns in California (Part 1)

  Chapter 9: Buying a Gun in California (Part 1)

  An Feng called the housekeeping service company the next day and asked them to send someone to clean the house, mow the lawn and disinfect the swimming pool. The house had been unused for at least a month, and he didn't know the hygiene habits of the original owner, so it was better to clean it out of caution.

Then I called my paid secretary: "Hey, Lei, according to the decoration plan you gave me last night, I'm going to change some furniture, electrical appliances and the sofa in the living room. Yes, I will use the best one, Bill Send it to me. Well, you can start now."

  At nine o'clock, just as Joanna arrived, the housekeeping service called by An Feng also came. They drove a uniformly printed car. There were two cars in total. After getting off the car, someone came to ask An Feng about the specific arrangements. Under Joanna's translation, An Feng finally expressed his meaning clearly.

In the empty swimming pool, two workers in one-piece waterproof suits were washing the walls of the swimming pool. Joanna walked around and came back and said, "The location of your swimming pool is really good. You can enjoy the most wonderful scenery in this area while lying down." landscape, and the bezel-less design is awesome!"

  An Feng was proud: "If you like, you can go into the water anytime later."

  Joanna looked at the swimming pool on tiptoe and said, "Thank you, I will if I have the chance."

  An Feng was just a Chinese-style courtesy, but she didn't expect her to agree very readily. He asked curiously, "Can I ask you a personal question?"

   "Ask." Joanna said.

   "For a beautiful lady like you, didn't you consider my personal character before applying?"

  Joanna said: "What do you mean? You want to say that you are a middle-aged pervert who is obsessed with sex?"

   "What?" An Feng opened his mouth.

   "Hahaha!" Joanna covered her mouth and smiled softly, "Sorry, I didn't mean that, you know I just want to catch up with you."

   "Oh, I just want to say this, if you meet that kind of person, don't you worry?"

   "Follow me!" Joanna turned and walked into the room, went straight to the sofa, picked up her handbag, "I have my own secret weapon."

   Under An Feng's gaze, she took out a palm-sized pistol and shook it triumphantly.

   "Fuck me." An Feng said a sentence in Chinese, but was deceived by the appearance. Joanna looked delicate, but she didn't expect to have a gun in her bag.

  Foreign women, fierce!

"The improved version of the Walther P99 pistol, P99C, fires 9mm bullets, uses a double-row single-entry magazine, and has a capacity of 10 rounds. The length of this gun is less than 14 cm, whether it is placed in a pocket or a handbag No problem. Great choice for a woman who cares about portability."

An Feng looked enviously at the small gun in her hand. He is also half a military fan. He knew that it was the successor of the pistol used by PPK-007. The pistol on the inside of the thigh is touched, and the scene has a special flavor!

   "Show me!" An Feng said.

"NO!" Joanna put away the gun with a smile, "Remember, guns are not allowed to be borrowed, unless the relationship between the other party and you is good enough to take the crime for you after the accident! Another point, in In America, women (husbands), cars and money don’t like to borrow money.”

  The envy on An Feng's face was undisguised.

  Joanna said: "If you like guns, you can buy them."

   "Doesn't California require a gun license? Where do you go for the test? What for?" An Feng asked.

   "Long guns can be bought with a green card. Oh, you are talking about HSC (hand gun safety certificate), right? Don't worry, I will give you a tutorial for one hour, and I promise to pass it once."

  An Feng sat across from Joanna and listened carefully.

  Joanna smiled: "Don't be so serious, it's easy, let me ask you a question first, have you played with guns before?"

   "A few bullets have been fired at Bayi Bar." An Feng said.

"Ok?"

   "Ah, the imitation version of AK-47."

   "That would be much easier to explain..."

   Within an hour, An Feng understood it thoroughly. Seeing that he was in an urgent mood, Joanna provided a place and An Feng drove her out because going out to buy a gun was also a form of learning. The city closest to the vineyard is called Paso-Robler. The city is not big, but it has all the internal organs.

I drove a pickup truck and parked in the parking lot in front of an ordinary store according to Joanna's instructions. From the outside, I couldn't recognize that it was actually an American gun store. It was just like an ordinary store. Floor-to-ceiling windows are installed, and there is only an ordinary glass door.

  Push open the door and walk in, suddenly enlightened.

   Dazzling, I really didn’t know where to look at the first glance. The layout is the same as that of a small supermarket, with long guns hanging on the wall and short guns placed in transparent glass cabinets. On the left side are rows of shelves, but the products are all filled with yellow bullets. An Feng happened to see two white men pushing a trolley, putting a box of bullets on the trolley like buying Chinese cabbage. Then leave as if nothing happened to buy the next item.

  The other side is a little more normal, like a clothing store, which sells some outdoor products, military uniforms, military boots and other well-known brands, such as 511, belleville, bates, etc. There were not many customers in the store, and a few staff members in red uniforms were chatting and laughing behind the counter.

  Joanna said: "Just look at what you like, and you can take it to the shooting range behind to play."

Although An Feng's English is not very good, he still has the quality of being a military fan. He has long heard that Americans enjoy playing with guns. When he came to the counter, a clerk immediately stepped forward to greet him: "Sir, Which gun do you like? You can take it to the shooting range and try it.”

An Feng selected some particularly popular ones, long guns such as AR-15, SCAR, G36, Famas, etc., and short ones such as Beretta, SIG, Glock, etc., and the staff brought them to the shooting range behind the store. , put on goggles and headphones, bought a bunch of bullets, and went to the shooting range to test fire one by one.

  Joanna was on the side to guide him on some wrong postures, and soon, An Feng was able to use them freely. Perhaps with the help of the machine brain, his shooting accuracy has been continuously improved. Half an hour ago, he often missed the target.

   "You learn so fast!" Joanna said in surprise, "If I hadn't seen your clumsy performance half an hour ago, I would definitely think you are a veteran."

  An Feng took a Beretta 92F pistol with an empty warehouse, posed a pose, and said with a smile: "How about this pose? Take a picture for me!"

  Joanna picked up the phone and swiped a few photos for him.

After playing for more than two hours, it feels like a short while has passed. Joanna next to her also played a few games, but she chose some guns with low recoil. Li looked like she was shooting with one hand, but her hands were sore behind her, so she could only hold the gun pitifully with both hands.

An Feng returned to the counter and said to the salesperson: "I want a Remington 870 shotgun, and I want to modify it, replace the wooden stock with an engineering plastic tactical stock, and add a rear grip , if you have a red dot sight. And a Colt 1911 pistol in .45 caliber."

   After seeing the salesperson write down the content, An Feng said: "I still want to take the HSC exam."

The salesperson looked up at him and said, "No problem, please provide your SSN (Social Security Number) for long guns, and for short guns, please wait for half an hour for the HSC exam, we will show you some videos, and then there will be a state The security instructor designated by the Ministry of Justice will conduct the assessment."

  (end of this chapter)