Angel starting from American comics

Overall, this meal was pretty good.

Lisa's skills were very good, and she quickly became proficient in the operation. The dishes she cooked already surpassed Amy's. It was unimaginable that just yesterday she had not touched pots and pans.

Amy and Alina sat across from each other, with Helia sitting on his left, and next to him were Gwen and Peter Parker. Lisa said she was a little tired and went to the room to rest.

The atmosphere is very lively, and everyone is not formal during the meal, but talks happily. As for not talking during meal time, that does not exist.

Amy thought for a while and suddenly asked Alina: "Alina, can you get a gun?"

Alina was stunned for a moment, then she picked up a piece of meatball and said, "Why do you want a gun?"

Amy scratched her head and smiled: "It works, after all, detectives are a bit dangerous."

Amy only told half of the story, because he felt his own shortcomings. A few terrorists almost glorified him, and it was still because of his lack of ability.

Almost only close combat has lethality, while long-range only has a few light spells and insufficient damage, so thermal weapons have become something Amy urgently needs.

Alina looked nonchalant: "It's none of my business and do you think it's easy to get guns?"

Alina Although her father has many channels and can get guns, he will never get such a dangerous thing for his daughter who is under eighteen years old.

"Amy, let me advise you. You are only seventeen years old. It is best not to think about guns. Besides, you can also go to school. Anyway, you can just spend your spare time as a detective. You should be able to support your family."

Amy shook her head, what a joke, she had to have a gun, and it was impossible to go to class, and Zhen Xiang, who would never go back to school in this life, did not exist.

After eating, everyone left happily. Amy came to the bedroom, where Lisa was watching the people coming and going below by the window.

"Why don't you go back?" Amy was puzzled. Lisa had no body, so why did she insist on staying outside.

Lisa turned her head, with a helpless expression on her cold face: "I can't go back because I clearly felt your rejection after coming out once."

This can't be helped, because Amy didn't know Lisa's appearance before, but she just had the concept of "there is an angel in my head". Now that Lisa's true face is revealed, even if Amy trusts her again, her subconscious will There will be some resistance, and there is no way around it.

"What should I do?" Amy frowned. Lisa's special physique and temperament were big problems. Even if it could be disguised, it didn't feel safe enough.

Lisa said nonchalantly: "It's nothing. When I came out, I could feel that there weren't many strong people on this planet."

Amy was stunned for a moment, and then felt a little sad. The terrifying Hulk and those super criminals in her eyes were nothing in Lisa's eyes.

"And in the universe, there are not many people who can barely be called "gods"."

Lisa said slowly.

"So work hard to become stronger and gather the power of faith. Your potential is far beyond this world."

Even though my future is bright, I still have to buy a gun now.

When searching on Google and forums for where to buy guns directly in New York City, most of the answers told the children to go back and do their homework first.

Only adults with a gun license can buy guns through formal channels, while minors like Amy can only buy guns on the black market.

The black market has it all, but it’s also dangerous and hidden.

Amy searched online for a long time but couldn't find the exact location of the black market, so she could only rub her temples to recall.

In these days of working as a detective, I have actually come into contact with the black market a few times, and I don’t have a deep impression, but

Amy dug through the box and found a stack of cards, rummaged through it and took out a black and gold business card.

"Found it"

The business card in his hand belonged to a bad gangster. At that time, his boss was violently beaten by Amy for some reasons, and Amy took away all his belongings, including this business card.

This is the business card of a black marketeer. Amy calls him.

"Hey"

Before the other party finished speaking, Amy spoke: "How are you doing, aunt? I told you that there was something wrong with the pie, it must have been added."

"Okay, do you have any requirements?"

"A few matches and gunpowder. You know what I've been doing recently is very dangerous."

"Understood. Please come to the basement of No. 32 Edward Street at three o'clock in the afternoon."

Amy hung up the phone. Fortunately, she had learned some slang in her early years, otherwise even having a phone call would be in vain.

Amy arranged for her sister and asked Lisa to watch TV with her, then changed her shoes and went out.

Today is cloudy and the air is a little humid.

Edward No. 32, entering the store, there was a drowsy clerk who was trying to open his eyes.

"Hey, I'm here to get matches," Amy said, knocking on the table twice.

"Match, you're here." The clerk reacted, opened a door, and asked Amy to go in.

Walking through the stairs, Amy went down to the basement.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you wouldn't have believed that there was such a large basement here.

A chubby man came up to Amy when he saw her: "Dear guest, you are here."

"Let's take a look at the goods first." Amy's face looked a little excited under the mask, and even though he concealed it well, his heart was beating fast.

Firearms are a man’s ideal.

The seemingly honest fat man led Amy to the shelf with a smile, then lifted the cloth cover with his hand, and the neatly arranged firearms appeared in front of Amy.

"How come I don't know if the customer is satisfied?" The fat man said with some pride on his face, and he lifted the cloth cover specifically to shock the customers.

Amy nodded, her breathing getting heavier unconsciously.

Fatty stood quietly and waited for Amy to choose.

And Amy's eyes have long been blurred, and he can no longer distinguish what these guns are, but even if he calms down, he can't recognize them all.

"Ahem, do you have a Desert Eagle here?"

"I don't see that you are still a collector." The fat man smiled and pointed to the shelf on the other side. "There are all kinds of models here. The one you want must be here."

Fatty is right, the Desert Eagle has actually always been a collector's gun because its practicality is so poor.

Even though the power is frightening, the recoil can break a grown man's wrist.

So the Desert Eagle has always been a collectible firearm.

Amy didn't give it away. She was strong enough to use the Desert Eagle, and she bought more than ten magazines, which was completely enough.

"Does Barrett have it?"

Fatty was a little surprised by Amy's violence factor, but still pointed aside.