"By the way, Mr. Wilson, you said you can give me some help right?"
Ron suddenly thought of something and asked Wilson.
"Of course, but the prerequisite is that you need to pay me a fee."
Wilson said with a smile.
He was a profitless person, although he promised to help Ron, he wouldn't charge a penny less for what he should charge.
After all, there was no such thing as a free lunch.
"That's of course, may I ask, can you get some weapons for me? For example, thermal weapons?"
Ron asked tentatively.
"Hot weapons?"
Wilson raised an eyebrow, then shrugged and said, "You can absolutely go to a gun store to buy them, it's not something that needs to be traded in the dark."
Gun ownership was legal here, and you could purchase firearms as long as you had a gun permit.
So there was absolutely no need to go to a gangster if you wanted to purchase a firearm.
"No, what I want is not ordinary firearms, I want strong firepower weapons like rocket launchers, howitzers, and mortars ...."
Ron said.
Ordinary firearms, he could totally go to a gun store to buy them.
These thermal weapons that were explicitly banned were what Ron was aiming for.
Only these hot weapons with strong firepower could effectively deal with the zombies in the apocalypse.
Because from Ron's experience of surviving two weeks in the apocalypse, those zombies would evolve!
Those zombies would constantly evolve by devouring and thus evolving.
He had once fought a zombie that had eaten ten people.
That zombie had already possessed certain fighting skills and would utilize its surroundings to attack skillfully, completely different from the muddled general zombies.
If it wasn't for Ron realizing the abnormality of that zombie in advance and fleeing at the first opportunity, perhaps he would have died in that zombie's mouth.
Becoming the eleventh being to die in that zombie's mouth.
Exactly to what extent the zombies would evolve Ron didn't know, but Ron was certain that only high firepower thermal weapons could deal with those evolving zombies!
This was also the reason why he wanted to purchase high firepower heat weapons.
Hearing this, Wilson frowned slightly, then asked, "Kid, the business venture you're talking about, it wouldn't be an arms business, would it?"
What Ron was going to buy could all be explicitly banned arms.
These things would only appear on the battlefield.
"Of course not, this is sort of my personal hobby, I am a military fan."
Ron quickly thought of a reasonable reason and explained with a smile.
As a military fan, it wasn't too much to buy some arms after having money.
"Your hobby is really special ..."
The corner of Wilson's mouth twitched, then he rubbed his chin and said:
"But you're in luck, other gangsters can't really get these things, but I know a Russian arms dealer who might be able to fulfill your needs."
"But as you know, smuggling this kind of arms is very risky, so the price will be a bit more expensive."
"I can understand, as long as I can get these arms, money is not a problem." Ron nodded and said.
Anyway, after a month, all the money would turn into a pile of waste paper.
That's why Ron spent money very generously, and couldn't wait to spend this money as soon as possible.
"Okay, you give me a list, I'll find a way to solve the matter of arms, and the money will be deducted from your loan!"
Wilson said very quickly.
As a gangster, as long as Ron was willing to pay, he was willing to do anything.
Ron quickly made a list.
All kinds of hot weapons and shells were written in it.
There were even some weapons that Wilson had never even heard of.
But Wilson didn't care, he only took money to do things.
After doing all this, Ron left Amber Road and said goodbye to Wilson.
He then drove to the next mob lender.
He actually had four mob loan appointments today.
Each one had a loan amount of over a million dollars.
All of the mobsters looked at the house in New York and easily gave Ron a loan.
After all, the house in the center of New York was not cheap, and it was still appreciating in value.
It was enough to make these gangsters' hearts flutter.
In one day, Ron had reaped a total of nine million seven hundred thousand dollars in loans.
Although it didn't reach the expected ten million dollars, using this money to build a very safe shelter was more than enough.
After a busy day, Ron was satisfied as he drove back to his apartment.
Taking the elevator, he returned to the floor he lived on, only to see the door to Mr. Smith's house next door open.
A familiar figure walked out from Smith's home.
"I'm sorry to have disturbed you two, so I'll leave first."
Liza walked out of Smith's home with an apologetic face.
Mr. and Mrs. Smith stood at the door to say goodbye.
Liza then bumped head-on into Ron, who was preparing to go home.
"Oh Ron, what a coincidence we meet again."
Liza greeted awkwardly.
She was a little afraid to look directly at Ron.
"Liza, I happen to have something to find you, have you seen my cross necklace?"
"It was clearly still there last night."
Ron said pretending to be unaware of it.
If he lost his precious necklace and did nothing about it, it would definitely arouse Liza's suspicion.
So a reasonable suspicion would instead dispel Liza's doubts.
"I ... don't know, wasn't it still on you yesterday?"
"Could it be that you forgot where you put it when you took a shower?"
Liza stammered.
"Maybe."
Ron said rubbing his chin.
"If it's nothing whatsoever I'll be on my way."
Liza smiled awkwardly and then hurriedly took the elevator and left.
Ron looked at Liza's back and felt amused.
It seems that for the next period of time, Liza won't come to bother herself.
"Ron, can't you find your necklace?"
Just then, Smith from next door kindly inquired.
Ron then realized that the duo hadn't returned to the room, but had been standing in the doorway.
"Yeah, maybe I was careless and forgot where I put it."
Ron nodded and said with a sigh.
"That's your mother's legacy, why don't I help you look for it, I'm good at cleaning up the house."
Mrs. Elizabeth, who was off to the side, said as she walked to the door of Ron's room.
She was wearing a white wrap-around dress today, her arched buttocks and plump breasts forming an S-shaped curve.
The face that had experienced the years gave off a sense of charm.
Mrs. Elizabeth was definitely a special thing when she was young, and even now that she was nearly forty, she was still very seductive.
Walking on the street, I don't know how many men's eyes would be attracted.
But in Ron's memory, he was not familiar with this neighbor, and he had not even said anything to Elizabeth about his mother's relics.
Ron did remember that Elizabeth didn't seem to end up very well a month later.
After Smith learned that the cross could only store dead things, Elizabeth was loaded into it ...