HLM -Chapter 1425 The Gun Shop Is Established

Amid the snow and ice disaster, Sunset Town was not without good news.

After a series of strict approvals, the shooting range’s gun shop application was finally approved. Li Xing could now stock firearms and ammunition in the store. Wang Bo allocated four million New Zealand dollars to him to purchase all kinds of weapons—long guns, handguns, as well as bows and crossbows. Once the snow melted and the roads reopened, two heavily loaded trucks drove into Sunset Town, delivering the firearms.

When the weapons arrived, Wang Bo was in a meeting. He wrapped it up hastily and rushed over to see them.

Deep down, men are born with a kind of reverence for force. Wang Bo usually had little interest in guns and weapons, but when Li Xing proposed opening a gun shop, he agreed without hesitation. Now that the weapons had arrived, even though he knew he wouldn’t personally touch most of them in the future, he still interrupted his work to come take a look.

This wasn’t really out of passion—it was more a thought buried deep inside him, a kind of inner drive.

Of course, as the local sheriff, he also had responsibilities and obligations.

Li Xing and Hou Haibo were directing workers as they unloaded the weapons. Uncle Bing brought two police officers to photograph and supervise the process; every single gun had to be photographed and registered before it could be stored.

The first batch being moved inside consisted of handguns. When Uncle Bing saw Wang Bo, he nodded in greeting and asked, “Boss, want to take a look?”

“You guys keep working, I’ll just look around,” Wang Bo replied.

Seeing him, Li Xing said, “Come on, take a look at these killing machines. Honestly, our gun shop still isn’t big enough—we’ll need to keep investing more later.”

Wang Bo was surprised. “Four million still isn’t enough?”

Li Xing smiled and picked up a handgun. “A Swiss SIG Sauer 9mm competition pistol—1,400 dollars. A .45 caliber M1911—1,500. This P238 is cheaper, but it’s still 1,000.”

“So pistols are actually this expensive?” Wang Bo said. “I thought guns were really cheap in New Zealand.”

“These aren’t even the most expensive ones,” Li Xing said, gesturing. “Look—Kimber CDP II compact .45, this one’s 1,500. The standard model goes for 2,000.”

He continued introducing the registered firearms one by one. “There are cheaper ones too. Glock 19 and Glock 27 are only 600. The Glock .45 is a bit more, but still just 700. Glock 22 is also 600. And this one—Ruger .380—this is even cheaper, 500 will do.”

These guns weren’t displayed individually; they were stored in crates, each containing more than ten guns of the same model.

Wang Bo patted one of the crates and laughed. “Why does this feel like I’ve become some kind of regional warlord?”

“You think you can be a warlord with just these little toys?” Li Xing scoffed. “Look at this.”

In the second truck were several large crates. He climbed up, strained to carry one down, and opened it. Inside was a squad automatic weapon.

“A Russian RPK? Holy crap, you bought this too?” Wang Bo exclaimed in surprise.

Li Xing patted it. “Bought one. It cost 14,000. This thing is a money-making machine. Later on, when rich tourists come from back home, we’ll recommend this to them—ten minutes and we can squeeze a thousand bucks out of them.”

“What about that crate down there? It looks even bigger than the RPK.”

“M60. Good American stuff. Costs 18,000,” Li Xing said as he opened it for him to see. He then pointed to another crate nearby. “This one’s a Heckler & Koch MG4 machine gun—also over 15,000.”

Wang Bo curled his lips. “That’s really expensive. The RPK and M60 were designed ages ago—how are they still selling for this much?”

Li Xing laughed. “A former German officer once told me: a rifle bullet and a pistol bullet can both kill just the same. It’s the same with these guns—doesn’t matter how long ago they were made, as long as they’re good guns.”

As he spoke, he chambered the M60. With a crisp click, he swung the muzzle around. Wang Bo instinctively stepped aside, his heart pounding.

Hou Haibo walked over and asked, “These guns are so expensive? I remember seeing prices like three or four thousand on the invoice.”

“There are three- to four-thousand-dollar ones too,” Li Xing replied. “They’re in those crates over there—those are semi-automatic. These ones are fully automatic. Hold the trigger down and in a few seconds, that’s a hundred rounds gone.”

Sure enough, when he opened another crate, more machine guns appeared—still including RPKs, but now priced at 2,600.

Wang Bo was puzzled. “Isn’t the difference between semi-auto and full-auto just a matter of firing speed? You could just modify it yourself.”

Li Xing burst out laughing. “Machine guns aren’t like rifles. You think converting a machine gun to full-auto is that easy? And besides, you modify a rifle yourself, that’s usually fine—police won’t come knocking for no reason. But machine guns get spot-checked from time to time. Who would dare modify one? If you do, you’re definitely getting arrested and sent to prison!”

Besides pistols and machine guns, the shop also sold rifles, hunting guns, and even sniper rifles—though only a few of the latter.

“Sniper rifles sound impressive, but for ordinary people, they’re actually less fun than pistols,” Li Xing said, lifting a beautiful green sniper rifle. “The recoil is huge. Unless you’ve had professional training and wear a padded shooting jacket, one shot is enough to make your shoulder hurt for quite a while.”

“Get a contract ready for me later,” Wang Bo said. “I want to buy a sniper rifle to keep as a collectible.”

There was a basement in the castle that had been renovated into a collection room, perfect for storing firearms.

“No problem,” Li Xing said. “Do you want a regular rifle too? They’re cheap. The Big Viper P15 is 1,500. SIG Sauer .308, using 7.62×51mm rounds, is 3,000. The 5.56 caliber version is only 1,500.”

Wang Bo shook his head. “I’ll pass on ordinary rifles for now. Not that interested.”

There were also some famous American guns, like the AR-14, the M16-A4, and the most iconic gun of World War II—the AK-47.

When he saw the AK-47, Wang Bo couldn’t help but feel tempted and decided to buy one as well.

However, these AK-47s were produced on Australian production lines, not Russian military-grade weapons. They were very cheap—even cheaper than some pistols.

Of course, Australian-made AK-47s were also very simply made. They looked rough and were certainly not as powerful as Russian military versions.

In New Zealand, buying a gun never ends with just the gun itself. You also need a lot of accessories—holsters and cases for carrying and storage, extra magazines, maintenance tools, and so on.

If Wang Bo bought just the AK-47, it would cost only 800 dollars. But if he added ammunition, a scope, a gun case, and maintenance tools, that would be another 600—almost the price of another gun.

And that was just the factory price. Sold to ordinary customers, with profit added, the total would come to around 2,000 dollars.