Li Ang returned to his car, flipped through the map, and drove towards the city center.
He did not head directly to Hudson Road but took a detour to a certain street. He got out of the car, sneaked into an alley, and approached the back of an ATF-certified secondary arms dealer's shop. Wearing gloves, he swiftly picked the combination lock, disabled the alarm system, and cut the main power supply before slipping into the darkened gun store.
In the United States, you must be 21 to drink, but you can buy guns at 18; by age 5, under parental guidance, you can enter a shooting range to practice.
Sometimes, after shootings occur in the United States, large supermarkets will remove shooting-type video games (the reason being that video games are said to incite violent tendencies in teenagers). However, their shelves will still display a variety of firearms, available for just a few hundred US dollars.
You've really outdone yourself, America.
As an obedient, law-abiding ordinary male high school student who had never purchased or used a gun, Li Ang felt like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden as he walked into the American gun store, gazing at the dazzling array of goods on the shelves with amazement.
"M249 semi-automatic civilian model, SCAR 17S, HK417 semi-automatic civilian model, M1911R1, Remington 700, Barrett M82A1, helmets, scopes, night vision devices, crossbows, bows..."
Li Ang mused, "Visiting Heilan Home twice a year, each time feels like a new experience."
Although the assault rifles in the gun store were only semi-automatic civilian models, rules are static, but people are flexible. With a little modification, such as fitting a bump stock, they could be turned into fully automatic weapons—American arms dealers also seem to enjoy making things overly complicated while turning a blind eye to obvious issues.
Miss Chai's head emerged from his neck. She glanced at the supermarket-like gun store and asked, "So many guns. How many are you taking?"
"How many?"
Li Ang gestured broadly. "It's too dangerous to leave these guns in the shop. Of course, we have to clear them all out."
He selected several guns, loaded them with ammunition, and placed them into his backpack inventory. Then, he took out a large sheet of plastic film and spread it on an empty section of the gun store floor. He had Miss Chai knock down all the shelves, piling everything onto the plastic film.
Then, Li Ang took out the Automated Pet Box and transported all the gun store's weapons and ammunition into it, letting the earthworms and bees inside also get a whiff of the American air of freedom.
Emptying the entire gun store took Li Ang only ten minutes. Afterward, he immediately returned to his car and headed for the Iceberg Club at 17 Hudson Road.
This club, located on a remote street in Downtown Frankfurt, was quite out of the way, but its interior was exquisitely luxurious. Even late at night, young, attractively dressed men and women were still queuing at the front door, waiting to get in.
Given Li Ang's current guise as a disheveled old white woman, he'd be lucky not to get kicked out, let alone queue to enter a nightclub.
This age is all about appearances.
Li Ang parked the car some distance away, walked into a dark alleyway, climbed a wall to a rooftop, then ran and leaped across the rooftops until he reached the building housing the Iceberg Club.
"This is the place."
Li Ang stood at the edge of the rooftop, looking down. The Iceberg Club's discreet side door was situated between two alleyways, currently guarded by only two burly, suited bouncers who looked very forbidding.
Li Ang estimated the distance and leaped straight down from the rooftop.
The bouncer on the left of the side door heard a whistling noise above his head. He instinctively looked up, only to see a pair of an old woman's feet descending from the sky, heading straight for him.
THUD.
The bouncer's face served as a cushion for Li Ang's fall. The man immediately collapsed, spitting out flecks of blood from the corner of his mouth before passing out.
The other bouncer hadn't yet grasped what had happened when Li Ang struck him in the chest with a palm strike, slamming the man into a brick wall. He crumpled to the ground, weak and powerless.
Li Ang calmly stood up, patting non-existent dust from himself. He dragged up the bouncer lying on the ground, stripped off his suit, tie, and sunglasses, and put them on. Then, he pushed open the side door and entered the club.
Inside the club, the music was deafening. Men and women danced to the electronic music, flinging their hair and heads around.
Suddenly, a disturbance broke out near the bar at the edge of the dance floor. A young Asian man was being dragged away from the bar by two broad and bulky security guards, who were pounding him relentlessly on the ground. The surrounding crowd screamed and stepped back, clearing a space.
"Call the police! Help me call the police!" the beaten man, pressed to the floor with his mouth full of blood, gasped out. "I saw them trying to take this drugged girl to the VIP room..."
He pointed to a woman leaning on the bar, her eyes foggy and her consciousness unclear, pleading for people to call the Frankfurt Official for help.
"Watch your mouth!"
Two security guards, their faces twisted into snarls, flipped him over and punched him hard in the mouth, breaking several of his teeth.
The man was already delirious and on the brink of fainting. One security guard dragged him out of the nightclub like a dead dog, while the other explained to the surrounding crowd that the man was incoherent because he had taken drugs, apologizing profusely to the startled patrons.
"What's going on here?!"
Dressed in a security uniform, Li Ang walked over, frowning, his face stern, hands clasped behind his back, appearing like a high-ranking official. "Put him down right away!"
Although he still looked like a Caucasian old lady, his suit and leather shoes lent him an impressive air. The two bodyguards had never seen him before and had no idea who he was, so they hesitated with raised fists, unsure of what to do.
One security guard ventured to ask, "You are...?"
"Me?"
Li Ang snorted coldly and pulled out a gun shop business card from his pocket. "I am Judy Stirling, a senior FBI agent, investigating an international criminal organization known as the Black Organization.
"They've manufactured a toxic drug called APTX4869 and are distributing it to various nightclubs to observe its effects.
"This man here is my informant, known as Edogawa Conan. Now, would you put him down this instant?"
The Illusion Technique feature of Cat's Eye caused the two security guards to mistake the gun shop business card for an FBI badge. They exchanged glances, clearly disbelieving these absurd claims.
Meanwhile, the nightclub's security manager, positioned at the back of the crowd, was watching the situation unfold on a monitor on his tablet. He issued commands through a walkie-talkie earpiece, directing several security personnel to come over and quell the disturbance.
As an old hand, he naturally didn't believe this nonsense, especially since the nightclub was owned by Felix Miller, the most powerful man in the city. Who would come to investigate, and who would dare?
As for this so-called FBI fat lady… probably another nutjob with a messed-up head.
He'd have his men subdue her and check her identity. If she turned out to be real, they were to beat her up and throw her out. If she was fake and had no connections…
Heh.
By this time, the nightclub's electronic music had stopped. Under the security manager's command, several security guards pushed through the crowd, approaching Li Ang. But before they could get close, Li Ang pulled out a handgun, swiftly turned, and aimed at the head of one of the security guards.
The sudden draw of his weapon startled all the security personnel. They stepped back half a step, indicating they had no hostile intent. The leader among the bodyguards put his hands to his chest and sincerely said, "Agent ma'am, we're willing to cooperate with your work..."
Without listening, Li Ang pulled the trigger. The muffled yet loud report of the Glock rang out. The security guard he had aimed at still had a look of shock on his face as a hole appeared in his forehead. His eyes instantly lost their spark, and he collapsed.
It took several seconds for the nightclub-goers, who had been lost in the music just moments ago, to realize what had happened. Screams erupted, and the crowd surged towards the exit.
Disregarding the body on the ground, Li Ang cursed, "Dammit, you dare attack the FBI? Well, you can't blame me for self-defense, then!"
Who the hell attacked you?! We haven't even done anything yet!
The security guards instantly reached for their waists, preparing to draw and shoot, but Li Ang was faster. He slipped his right middle finger through the trigger guard and, with his left hand gripping the slide, pushed the gun forward to fire.
This shooting method, known as "bump firing," uses the initial forward action against the trigger finger to fire the first bullet; the subsequent recoil then helps to rapidly fire the remaining bullets, simulating fully automatic fire from a semi-automatic weapon.
Under Li Ang's precise control, this usually highly inaccurate bump firing method accurately hit all the security guards before him in the forehead, killing them instantly.
The two security guards behind him frantically released the badly beaten Asian man and were about to draw their weapons when they saw Li Ang twirl his handgun, tuck it under his armpit as if he had eyes in the back of his head, and fire two shots behind him.
BANG. BANG.
The two security guards lay dead. The young Asian man, sitting on the ground in a growing pool of warm blood, his face bruised and swollen, looked utterly bewildered.