Sniper Rifle: Blood Night

Regardless of the circumstances, his son was dead. Although the boy was useless, a spoiled brat, and a troublemaker, Abad wouldn't let Kelly off the hook. Carlos, who had even less suspicion on him, also wasn't spared. The principle was "better to kill a thousand by mistake than let one escape," and pursuit orders were issued for both of them!

The John Family's forces, both overt and covert, were mobilized, hunting the two.

Where was Carlos?

As Abad was dispatching his men, Carlos was outside a gun shop with a legitimate-looking sign.

The gun shop occupied a massive area, clearly indicating a powerful background. On Maglin Island, the overt backing was the city government, but in reality, it was the John Family.

Using guns sold by the John Family to fight the John Family and cause them trouble—how amusing!

Without further hesitation, Carlos approached the gun shop. At the entrance stood armed staff, holding loaded firearms. They were all dressed in the shop's uniform, burly, and exuded a tough aura, responsible for security. There were also some less intimidating staff members.

Seeing Carlos approach, a store clerk of average build walked over. Although Carlos wore sunglasses and a half-mask, the clerk didn't mind. Their military arms shop saw plenty of strange people dressed in peculiar outfits; as long as they had the money, it didn't matter.

"Sir, what weapon do you require?" the clerk asked with a smile.

"Sniper rifle, do you have any?" Carlos asked as he stepped into the spacious and bright gun shop.

"Yes, yes, of course, we do. To be honest, sir, this shop has the most complete selection and the highest quality firearms in the southern West Blue. We guarantee you'll find something satisfactory."

"I hope so," Carlos replied indifferently.

"Sir, what type and price range of sniper rifle are you looking for?"

"I have a principle when I buy things."

Carlos was preparing to engage in some idle chat.

"What principle?"

"I don't buy the best, only the most expensive!"

"Ah?" The clerk was taken aback.

"Is this principle not good?"

"Of course, it's good. It's great! The whole world would be better off with customers like you, sir." The clerk smiled broadly, thinking that if he served this customer well today and made this sale, he'd be in for a massive windfall.

"Then quickly go and bring out the most expensive sniper rifle in your shop for me to see?"

"Right away, right away! Sir, please wait in one of our private booths and have a drink. I'll be back momentarily."

"Alright."

After a while, Carlos was sitting on a soft sofa, sipping coffee. It was quite expensive.

Hmm, he wasn't used to the taste, feeling it wasn't as good as the instant Nestlé coffee sold in supermarkets in his past life. He should stick to tea in the future; it suited his palate better and was healthier.

At this moment, the clerk who had guided him in finally returned, bringing with him someone in a suit and tie, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who looked like the store manager.

"Sir, this is our shop's most expensive sniper rifle. What do you think?"

Sir? Mister?

Carlos wondered why the titles in this shop were so mixed up. It didn't matter; perhaps it was due to status.

"Are you the person in charge of this establishment?"

"Yes, sir."

Carlos nodded, then his gaze was drawn to the firearm the clerk had taken out of its box. Men, usually, were fond of swords, knives, guns, cars, and so on. He was no exception.

This rifle came in black and red, predominantly black. Its long barrel was entirely black, inscribed with peculiar blood-red patterns that resembled clouds, giving it a rather sinister appearance!

As for its style, it was very similar to the sniper of the Blackbeard Pirates in the original work, named Van Oka. Snipers in the world of One Piece didn't have as much of a technological feel as those on Earth, but they were quite overpowered!

Carlos remembered that Van Oka's sniper rifle in the original work was called "Thousand Riku," and its shooting range reached several kilometers, perhaps five kilometers, enough to shoot down a seagull.

The marksmanship was undoubtedly unquestionable; just the shooting range alone was excessive.

Although his rifle was a famous one, its shooting range was also monstrous.

"Oh, right, I still don't know your name, sir. My apologies."

"Never mind the name; we won't have any further dealings anyway. What's this gun called?"

"Blood Night!"

"Blood Night, Blood Night. Nice name. I'll take this gun. Name your price."

"Sir, this gun is the treasure of our shop..."

"Alright, alright, alright."

"Cut the routine and be sincere. Don't tell me stories... Just be direct. How much? Just give me a price, and that's it."

"Um, one... Two million."

"Deal."

Carlos agreed without even negotiating the price. He was never stingy with things he liked. This sniper rifle caught his eye, so whether it was expensive or cheap, he bought it.

Seeing Carlos agree so readily, the suit-wearing, gold-rimmed-glasses-clad manager, who looked like a successful elite, immediately regretted his decision. He should have priced it higher. The fact that Carlos agreed so quickly meant he must really like the gun and was clearly not short on money.

Since the price had already been stated, it was not advisable to go back on it. One could try to rip someone off, but not to the point where the other person lost face. People who entered a gun shop were rarely good sorts.

"Also, prepare... fifty rounds of ammunition for me."

Carlos thought for a moment. If he did what he had to do well, he only needed one bullet; too many would be inconvenient to carry.

"Fifty bullets? Then they're yours, sir."

"I wasn't planning on paying for the bullets anyway. Taking care of such a big deal for you, shouldn't I give you some bullets?"

"You should, you should, sir, please wait a moment, it will be ready soon."

"Mhm, hurry up. I can't wait to try the gun."

"Yes, yes."

A few minutes later, Carlos paid with his black gold card and left. The gun was packed in a black wooden gun case and slung over his back. He happily stepped onto the street and disappeared into the crowd.

A few more minutes passed, and Carlos felt like someone was following him. He activated his Byakugan, hidden behind his sunglasses, and scanned his surroundings. Indeed, he spotted several suspicious individuals, some of whom looked familiar.

"Damn, these John Family people are really dirty..."

"You're lucky today. I'm too eager to try out my new gun, or I would have taken you all down. Bye-bye."

Carlos quickened his pace, increasing his speed significantly. He quickly shook off his pursuers and vanished into the flow of people.

After ditching his followers, Carlos bought a tent and other daily necessities like food and supplies. He left the bustling city, preparing to head to Maglin Island and find a secluded spot to test out his new gun and get familiar with it.

Three days later, he would give the John Family a surprise. He had obtained quite a bit of information from John Dilton's mind. The most crucial piece was that a person of great importance to the John Family would arrive the morning after three days.

This important figure was coming to the John Family privately, seemingly to discuss significant matters with John Abad.

This individual was both a partner and a backer for the John Family. He was a high-ranking official in the World Government, and the two sides engaged in various illicit transactions. If he died, the John Family would surely be in disarray! Would they even have the capacity to bother him then?

Even if the assassination wasn't carried out by the Mafia, they would still be held responsible if something happened within their sphere of influence. At that point, hehehe... they would be too preoccupied to deal with him!

Setting aside other matters, the death of a government official here would be enough to bring all sorts of investigations from the World Government down upon the John Family!

Although it would be difficult to snipe someone of this caliber, even if he came privately, opportunities always presented themselves. Carlos refused to believe there wouldn't be a chance. Security could never be foolproof