CHAPTER 51: CHAPTER 51 "ARMS DEALER"

There were many doubts in his mind, but he couldn’t unravel them unless they caught Ray or got their hands on some solid proof. Until then, they’d hunt him with everything they had.

"Send his details to the upper echelons, and also let them know that we are declaring him as an orange-level threat," said the man with the official badge on his chest.

The higher-up from the Dunkens asked, "Is it necessary to give him such a value, what if we are missing something, maybe overlooking things?"

"Hmmm... I’m not ignoring that factor, but from the intel and evidence, it’s better we capture him before he ruins everything." Then he looked at the full moon in the sky.

"We don’t have much time, remember that."

"Yes..." The man from the Dunkens nodded as the official got in his car. He followed him after instructing the men to clean everything up here.

Once they were gone, Ray also decided to move discreetly towards the highway, and once he reached there, he summoned his Hummer. "First I need to fill the supplies."

He knew that he was against people who were working with the government, or maybe the government itself was involved in this.

From the talks of those two people from the government and Dunkens, he understood that they knew about the upcoming apocalypse, but why they weren’t helping the citizens, or why they were capturing so much land was still a mystery to him.

He went back to the city, which took a couple of hours but less time than it did when he first came in the morning. His first stop was a grocery shop, where he purchased food items and other things which are needed for daily use.

[Debited: 750]

After that he decided, "I never thought about this because I never knew if I could get those things inside the game, but here, I can definitely."

He then moved towards many places, from buying sturdy metals, and other raw materials, then moved towards to buy many health kits, in case of emergency, and lastly he stopped at the armourer shop.

"Hello!" said the gun dealer. "What does the young man need?" he asked with a smile.

Ray looked at everything on the counter, then asked, "I need weapons."

The man laughed, "Of course you need it, that’s why you came here. Tell me your preference, here we sell, handguns, long guns, short guns, semi-automatic, fully-automatic, just tell me what do you need?"

Without taking much time, Ray told him, "Show me everything." The man looked stunned.

He asked jokingly, "Are you going to war or something?" Then he requested, "You know that you need a license for the weapons, right? Can you show me yours first?"

With his casual tone, he asked for the license, but Ray denied, "I don’t have one."

"Ah, then the deal is off, young man. You know it’s illegal to sell weapons to those who don’t have a license."

Ray leaned in with a stern tone, "I know people like you do such things under the table. I’m ready to pay, so don’t give me that illegal crap and just show me the weapons."

The man’s eyes widened in surprise. He hadn’t expected Ray, a young man, to be so serious.

Despite his shock, he quickly regained his composure and simply denied the accusation. "I don’t know what you’re talking about," he said, shaking his head. "We don’t do things like that."

Ray wasn’t expecting the man to deny it upfront.

From what he had heard, arms dealers did deal weapons on the black market, and because of that, Ray told the dealer how serious he was when he asked for the weapons, but the dealer still denied it.

Ray made up his mind. ’Even if I have to steal, I’ll do that so I can make something better and make the weapons more powerful by modifying them. I might have my magic gun, but others will need those in the future.’

Ray turned with a sulking face when the dealer called him. "Wait! I might not do this, but someone else might help you, but before that, you have to prove two things."

Ray wasn’t surprised, as he thought that the dealer might be acting like a saint, but he’d still agree in the end. Still, he wondered what he needed to prove. He had one thing in his mind, his wealth, but what about the second thing?

Ray asked, "What do you want me to prove?"

The dealer gave him a meaningful smile. "What you need to prove is your sincerity and your identity."

Ray took out his phone and showed him the numbers in his phone without explaining things.

He wasn’t afraid that the man would become greedy, as he was now equivalent to his avatar in the Apex Survival game.

The man’s eyes widened. He thought, "Such a young man with that great wealth, he must be the child of some rich family."

Ray spoke, jolting the man from his thoughts, "As for my identity, I don’t think it’s possible."

The dealer didn’t seem surprised. He said, "No, no... I just want assurance that you aren’t with the police, because those people whom I’ll send you to might kill me and you if you are part of the police."

Ray shook his head. "Rest assured, I’m not with the police."

The dealer nodded, then pulled out a piece of paper and wrote some coordinates on it. "Destroy the paper once you meet them. Go to his place while I contact them."

Ray looked at the coordinates to some shady backyard garages.

He left in his car while the dealer made a call. "I’m sending some young rich guy. He’s looking for illegal weapons. Make sure to get as much as you can, but don’t harm him. The guy didn’t look simple, so be careful."

...

Ray, on the other hand, drove his Hummer through the night, under the full moon shining on his car. His mind was preoccupied with many things, and he couldn’t wait to log in to the game and meet the Red Hand.