Once they were ready, the three of them waited for the distant car to approach.

The car was distant, but it only took about a minute to drive over, and it quickly arrived at the cabin.

The car stopped, its headlights still on, and three men got out.

Fang Zhen sized them up. They were all Mexicans, radiating a murderous aura. They looked to be in their late thirties or forties, with the typical features of indigenous people from Mexico.

Ke Liangjie, who had been trying to look cool, shed his pretense and walked forward. He put on a friendly act and went to greet them with a fist bump.

However, the three Mexicans barely even glanced at him. They showed no reaction at all, just stared coldly at Ke Liangjie's one-sided enthusiasm.

Ke Liangjie felt foolish and awkward. He pulled back his outstretched hand and rubbed his nose to hide his social discomfort.

"Bro, you bring the goods?" Ke Liangjie asked.

Hearing this, the three Mexicans finally reacted, as if he had spoken a keyword.

The leader, a Mexican with long, wavy black hair, turned his head and pursed his lips. Another man behind him, who seemed to have the lowest status of the three, gave a slight nod and walked reluctantly toward the back of the car.

The man opened the car's trunk.

Fang Zhen wanted to see the guns, so he started to walk forward.

But the two Mexicans at the front of the car simultaneously reached for their waistbands. They were clearly armed.

"He's the money man, the buyer."

"We have to inspect the goods, right?"

Ke Liangjie said.

As Ke Liangjie spoke, his tone was still unconsciously subservient and a little sycophantic.

The leader of the Mexicans heard him, glanced at Fang Zhen, and then nodded.

Only then did the other two men take their hands off their waists.

Fang Zhen said nothing, his face calm and expressionless.

He had already sized up the situation.

As expected, Ke Liangjie was a gang member. It was hard to say which gang—maybe the Big Circle Gang, or some other Chinese triad, or something else entirely.

These three Mexicans were definitely from a Mexican cartel.

It was obvious that even though they were all gangsters, Ke Liangjie's status was lower than the three Mexicans'.

Common sense dictated that among gangsters, the more ruthless and powerful you were, the more respect you commanded.

Fang Zhen wasn't particularly bothered. He had mentally prepared himself for this.

He was trying to buy some heavy hardware through unofficial channels, so encountering dealers like this was predictable. There was no need to be surprised.

He walked to the back of the car.

Inside the trunk was a long wooden crate painted black. Fang Zhen didn't know if there was any special significance to this type of crate, but they were generally used for packing weapons and ammunition.

The Mexican at the back still looked reluctant and lazy, but his movements were not slow. He opened the wooden crate.

Inside the long, black crate lay a sniper rifle, an assault rifle, eight hand grenades, and two landmines that looked like plastic cans.

Fang Zhen's eyes lit up slightly when he saw the contents.

'These Mexicans are the real deal, managing to get their hands on all this,' he thought.

Beside Fang Zhen, Ke Liangjie also forgot his social awkwardness. His eyes shone as he stared at the equipment before them.

"An AWP sniper rifle. This is police and military-grade, with extremely high precision and reliability... It's very expensive because it's made with high-precision manufacturing and processing equipment."

"The standard AWP barrel is 24 inches, though other accessory barrels are available. It weighs between 6.4 and 6.8 kilograms. You can get it in .243, .300, and .338 calibers. This one must be a .338."

"The standard magazine capacity is ten rounds, but since this is a .338 caliber, it probably only holds five."

"The effective range depends on the caliber and the shooter's skill, but it's usually between 800 and 1,200 meters. With the .338 Lapua Magnum caliber, the effective range can be even greater."

"This rifle is famous for its high precision, typically within one minute of angle. That means at a distance of 100 yards, the shot grouping is within 2.9 centimeters."

"You guys actually managed to get your hands on this gun?"

Ke Liangjie seemed like a different person, his eyes gleaming. He stared at the AWP sniper rifle in the wooden crate and even reached out to touch it.

But the Mexican guarding the guns slapped his hand away.

The Mexican had a look of disgust on his face and didn't even bother to say a word.

Ke Liangjie looked miffed, but he quickly perked up again.

"And an HK416 assault rifle! It's recognized as a highly reliable and durable rifle, German-made, world-famous. It's an expensive piece, too—around three thousand US dollars for one."

"These landmines... are these M14 anti-personnel mines? You guys can even get your hands on these?"

"They're made of plastic, which makes them hard to detect once they're deployed. The mine body has only 8 grams of metal, making it difficult for standard mine detectors to find."

"The price of M14 mines isn't public. Their production and sale are usually classified and strictly limited by international laws and treaties."

"The Ottawa Treaty already bans the use of this type of anti-personnel mine. Even if they exist, they're supposed to be made of steel for easier detection. Not even the military has many of these in stock. How did you manage to get two?"

"And M57 fragmentation grenades, MK3A offensive grenades..."

"Where did you guys get all this stuff? Did you steal it straight from a military warehouse?"

Ke Liangjie was extremely excited, rattling off the names and stats of the weapons as if they were his prized possessions.

Even Fang Zhen couldn't help but give Ke Liangjie a second look.

'Looks like besides being a gangster, Ke Liangjie is also a military enthusiast. For a gangbanger, knowing all this is quite impressive,' he thought.

The Mexicans couldn't be bothered to pay Ke Liangjie any attention.

In truth, Fang Zhen was also pleasantly surprised.

Before he came, Li Zoyi had mentioned that this seller wasn't a legitimate channel, so they couldn't provide a detailed weapons list. He would only see what they had managed to acquire once he was on-site.

And the equipment before him had already exceeded his expectations.

The other items were one thing, but the main prizes were the AWP sniper rifle and the two anti-personnel landmines.

The AWP was famous because it appeared in several first-person shooter games, and its real-world specs were just as powerful. It was renowned for its high precision.

He recalled a piece of military news from 2009. A sniper from the United Kingdom had used an AWM sniper rifle—the .338 Lapua Magnum caliber version of the AWP before him now—to set a record for a 2,475-meter kill. That incident made the sniper rifle incredibly famous.

Fang Zhen had originally thought that with the channel Li Zoyi found, he'd be lucky to get a basic sniper rifle. He never expected they'd manage to procure a .338 caliber AWP.

This rifle alone made the trip to America worthwhile.

"Money," the lead Mexican said, looking at Fang Zhen and making a gesture of counting bills.

Fang Zhen glanced at Ke Liangjie.

Ke Liangjie spoke in a low voice with the Mexican guarding the guns, then turned back. "Fifty-five thousand. The extra is the channel fee."

Fang Zhen didn't say much.

It was a bit expensive, but considering the unexpectedly high-quality firearms, he accepted the price.

He walked over to his car and took out the combination briefcase he had brought with him last time.

Opening it revealed sixty thousand US dollars in cash.

The money had been exchanged back home by his company employees, with each person converting a certain amount. Of course, Fang Zhen wasn't one to skimp on his people, so he had paid them an extra fee for their trouble.

He counted out five thousand US dollars to keep, then took the remaining fifty-five thousand and walked over to hand it to the lead Mexican.

The Mexican took the money, pulled out a bill to examine it, and confirmed it was real.

"Can we take the guns now?" Ke Liangjie called from behind.

The Mexican let out a dry laugh, revealing a smile that was uglier than a grimace.

The Mexican walked over to his partners. The three of them huddled together and whispered a few words.

Fang Zhen realized something was wrong.

The color slowly drained from Ke Liangjie's face.

Li Zoyi, who had been observing from a distance, also started to look worried.

A moment later, the lead Mexican turned his head, bared his teeth at Fang Zhen, and revealed several gold-capped teeth inside.

"We're raising the price," the Mexican said.

As he spoke, he pulled a black submachine gun from his waistband and aimed it at Fang Zhen. The other two Mexicans also drew their guns, targeting Ke Liangjie and Li Zoyi!