Chapter 88 Gun Case, the Loyalty Gang's New Business

Lin Rui listened attentively, nodding occasionally, and even tried to imitate Davis's movements, carefully reassembling the bolt carrier. Although his movements were still a bit clumsy, he followed Davis's instructions step by step.

"Assembly and disassembly are reversed. First, install the bolt, then the magazine, and finally check the safety and locking mechanism. Only after confirming that everything is in order can it be used again," Davis reminded him from the side.

After Lin Rui reassembled the bolt, pushed it back into the receiver, and flipped the magazine cutoff switch, Davis smiled and said, "You learn very quickly. But there's no need to rush to practice loading now. Let's disassemble it completely first, organize all the parts, and put it back together. This gun needs to be stored properly; we can't just leave it like this."

As he spoke, he dragged a dark brown leather case from the corner of the training platform. The case had special grooves inside that corresponded perfectly to the various parts of the rifle.

"This is a custom-made rifle storage case in the United States. Each part has a fixed place, so make sure you don't put them in the wrong place to avoid damage during transportation or carrying."

Lin Rui nodded immediately and began disassembling the device again, following the steps Davis had just taught him.

First, switch the safety to unlock, pull the bolt back all the way, turn the magazine cut-off switch to the middle position, press and hold the release button to pull out the bolt, and then press and hold the magazine latch to remove the magazine.

The bolt was then disassembled, and the firing pin, charging handle, and bolt body were separated. The suppressor was then unscrewed, and the scope was removed, and the parts were placed on the training table.

The whole process was more skillful than before, without any hesitation, but the movements were still gentle, for fear of bumping or damaging the delicate parts.

Davis watched from the side, occasionally adding reminders: "The suppressor should be placed separately in the outermost small compartment of the suitcase to avoid being squeezed and deformed; remember to handle the scope with care, with the lens facing upwards, and avoid getting it dusty; small parts of the bolt should be placed in a special velvet pouch to prevent loss or damage."

Lin Rui agreed to each instruction and organized everything according to the instructions: first, he placed the rifle body steadily into the groove in the middle of the suitcase, then he inserted the magazine, bolt body, firing pin, and charging handle into their corresponding slots, put the suppressor into the outer compartment, wrapped the scope in velvet and put it into a special slot, and finally put the cleaning tools and air bridge clip into the side pocket of the suitcase.

After finishing packing, he gently closed the suitcase, fastened the brass buckles on both sides, and tried lifting it. It wasn't too heavy, and he could easily carry it with his current strength.

"Is that all?" Lin Rui looked at Davis, his tone carrying a hint of confirmation.

Davis stepped forward, inspected the inside of the case, and confirmed that all parts were neatly arranged and securely fixed before nodding. "Yes, that's fine. After each firing session, disassemble and clean it completely like this before packing it back into the case. It's convenient to carry and better protects the rifle." He paused, then added, "Remember, store the case in a dry, well-ventilated place, away from moisture, otherwise the parts will rust and affect the rifle's performance."

"How much will all of these cost in total?" Lin Rui asked.

Davis, however, seemed to realize something at this moment.

Previously, because he was in a hurry to solve his own predicament, he impulsively agreed to let Lin Rui come and see the gun.

But now that he's calmed down, he's not in such a hurry anymore.

"Wait, I think I need to think about that matter some more."

"Are you worried that I'll lie to you?" Lin Rui asked.

"Yes, I still don't know your name or identity. To be honest, you're very good at communicating, but I can't entrust arms deals to strangers, not even the secondary agents you mentioned."

Lin Rui knew that what Davis lacked was trust, and in today's Shanghai, trust was the most precious quality.

He resolved the other person's concerns with a single sentence.

"My people will advance the transaction payment when the goods are shipped on your behalf. This way, once your goods leave the warehouse, the settlement is complete. We bear the subsequent risks, and we also earn the extra price difference. You don't need to show your face anymore, and no one will bother you again."

Davis's eyes lit up. This arrangement greatly reduced the risk for him. As long as he shipped the goods secretly, he could keep it a secret from the boss and the Japanese.

Desperate to clear out his air force stockpile, he finally overcame his suspicions and agreed.

"Alright. I hope this kind of transaction you suggested can solve my problem. This gun is nothing to me, but to show my sincerity, I'll give it to you."

"Give it to me? Aren't you worried that I'll take it and then stop contacting you?" Lin Rui asked in surprise.

"These weapons are just commodities to me. If they sit unsold in the warehouse, they have no value. I'll have to pay all sorts of expenses and bear the risks of storage. Losing a set of rifles is nothing, but if it can bring me someone to solve my problem, then it's worth it," Davis replied frankly.

Lin Rui nodded and calmly picked up the suitcase.

Davis then led Lin Rui out of the warehouse, locked the door, gave a few instructions to the guards at the door, and then left with Lin Rui.

The night was still dark, and the evening wind was still cold, but the two people felt very different.

Davis finally saw hope of escaping his predicament, while Lin Rui obtained the weapon he wanted, bringing him one step closer to his plan.

Incidentally, they also added a lucrative side job to the Loyal Gang's business, which had previously focused on collecting protection money on Belle Street: secretly selling guns.

But I need to talk to Huang Dazhu about this.

He carried his suitcase and disappeared into the night.

........

It's 7 p.m., and there are two hours until curfew.

Lin Rui carried the suitcase back to Belle Street, using his supernatural abilities to observe his surroundings along the way, but did not find anyone following or tailing him.

He first went to the small bungalow behind the soy sauce factory, unlocked the door, and immediately locked it after entering.

Go to the inner room, push aside the bed, dig away the loose soil under the bed, pull open the cover, and carry the box down.

After putting the box away, he climbed up, restored everything to its original state, and changed back into the outfit he had worn when leaving the film studio before leaving the safe house and heading towards the Loyalty Gang's headquarters.

The Loyalty Gang's headquarters was in a noisy mess, with the sounds of drinking games, laughter, cursing, and clinking wine bowls all mixed together.

Huang Dazhu has now established himself on Beile Street. He maintains local order by collecting protection money, and he has the merchants on the street completely under his thumb. The merchants treat him with respect, which gives them face and allows them to make some money. Naturally, his gang is bustling with activity.

As soon as Lin Rui entered, a gang member reported to Huang Dazhu, "Boss, Manager Chen is here."

"Manager Chen!" Huang Dazhu stood up, put down his wine bowl, and strode forward, his face flushed. "Quickly, take a seat, take a seat!"

The dozen or so gang members in the courtyard immediately stood up, smiling and bowing in unison. They all knew that Manager Chen was the gang leader's savior.

Lin Rui smiled faintly: "I need to talk to you about something. Are those people standing outside your men too?"

Huang Dazhu glanced at the courtyard gate and couldn't help but feel a little smug:

"They're not subordinates, they want to join us. Recently, our Loyalty Gang has established itself on Belle Street, and no one dares to bully us anymore. Many street urchins, starving people, and former soldiers want to come in and make a living."

"So you accepted it?"

"I dare not charge more." Huang Dazhu gave a wry smile. "The protection money on Baylor Street is barely enough to support the brothers we have now. If there are too many people, the expenses will not be able to keep up, and trouble will happen sooner or later."

Lin Rui nodded. "Let's go inside and talk."

Upon entering the gang leader's room, he asked, "Dazhu, do you want to make the Loyalty Gang bigger and stronger?"