Chapter 55

In this way, the $1,200 was transferred by him to the flagship store's account.

Carrying a troubled heart, he waited for two days, yet the weapon he desired had still not arrived.

However, looking at the positive reviews posted by other customers on the DWS weapon shopping platform of the Dark Web, along with various photos and videos of weapons.

Nemo could only wait.

Just when he felt he might not obtain the weapon in the short term.

Suddenly, on this day, he received a message from the DWS weapon shopping platform of the Dark Web.

It indicated that the goods had been delivered, with the displayed location being inside his own room.

At first, Nemo did not believe it, as he had never felt any courier had come to his home.

But after searching around the house, he was horrified to discover a mailed packaging box beside his bed.

Upon opening it, inside were clearly five brand-new M1911A1 pistols and 200 rounds of ammunition.

"Oh, God, how were they delivered!"

Nemo murmured in astonishment.

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After a brief moment of shock, excitement flooded Nemo's face.

Although his brain couldn't figure out how the other party had delivered the weapons to his side,

this did not stop him from forming a bold idea.

Thus, with almost no hesitation, he called over his friends from the same Black neighborhood.

Once his friends arrived, he immediately closed the windows.

Only when these friends were confused did he smile and say:

"Hehe, guys, let me show you something good!"

Saying this, he displayed five M1911 pistols and a large quantity of ammunition to his companions.

These Black men were stunned upon seeing them.

"Oh, God, where did you get so many guns and bullets?" one companion asked in surprise.

"Nemo, did you rob a nearby gun store?"

"Old Jack is not someone to mess with!"

Facing his companions' questions, Nemo chuckled, then directly opened his computer and typed DWS into the browser.

Instantly, his computer entered a shopping website similar to Amazon.

The only difference from Amazon was that all products on this site were various weapons.

Firearms, artillery, and the newly listed various tanks, along with all kinds of shells and bullets.

Although artillery and tanks required VIP status,

firearms and bullets did not.

"I purchased them on this website; in just two days, they automatically appeared in my room!"

As Nemo spoke, he began operating the website in real-time.

Hearing his explanation, his Black companions' eyes all lit up.

One of them clicked on a machine gun icon on the website.

M134 Minigun 7.62*51mm: this is a six-barrel Gatling gun produced in 1963,

electrically driven, with a rate of fire ranging from 6,000 rounds per minute (high speed) to 2,000 rounds per minute (low speed).

It was originally mainly installed on various helicopter door mounts.

This was primarily because during the Vietnam War, the United States discovered that helicopters were easily targeted by light weapons like RPG rocket launchers,

so this M134 was designed to swat flies.

Many Hollywood movies feature tough criminals holding this type of Gatling gun, but these handheld versions have a rate of fire not exceeding 1,800 rounds per minute, sometimes even as low as 250 rounds per minute, in order to reduce recoil.

However, due to too few orders for the M134,

General Dynamics actually stopped producing the M134 in 1975 and removed it from their product catalog.

He casually clicked on the introductory video for this Gatling gun.

In the video, an armed personnel in camouflage assembled the Gatling gun,

then frantically pulled the trigger while it was mounted on a gun stand.

Instantly, fierce tongues of fire erupted, riddling the wall in front with holes in an instant.

It was hard to imagine what would happen if this weapon were fired at a human body.

"Cool!!" the Black men shouted excitedly.

"We need this...!"

Hearing this, Nemo smiled and said:

"Hey, Gardner, we will have it, but before that, we need to get more money, recruit more people, establish our gang, and let those white pigs know our power!"

Hearing his words, his companions became extremely excited.

In the past, they couldn't overcome those white pigs because they lacked weapons.

But now it was different; if they could purchase various weapons from the DWS weapons platform, they would no longer fear those white pigs.

"Hey! Guys, we should make a big move!"

Seeing the atmosphere was just right, Nemo proposed.

"Nemo, what do you have in mind?" a companion asked.

"How about the nearby Dawson Bank...!?"

Nemo's eyes turned as he spoke.

"Dawson Bank!" The companions were startled; they knew Dawson Bank was a medium-sized local bank.

But its security forces were not weak.

In the past, they would never have chosen such a target.

Supermarkets and luxury stores were their first choices.

But conversely, compared to supermarkets and luxury stores, the returns from a bank would certainly be better.

Moreover, with the DWS weapons trading platform, their former weakness had completely disappeared.

At this moment, all the Black men present were extremely excited, their hearts itching to act.

"Alright, guys, besides these firearms, we should buy more weapons!"

Nemo, as the initiator, called out.

Instantly, the other few companions looked at each other, all seeing the desire in each other's eyes.

Thus, they pooled together another sum of money.

Totaling about 5,000 US dollars, they purchased firearms, ammunition, grenades, and two RPG-7 rocket launchers.

Two days later, just like last time, this batch of weapons appeared near the designated location.

Carrying so much equipment, these few men began to surveil the Dawson Bank.

One day, armed with weapons and ammunition, they charged straight into the bank.

The security guards who rushed to stop them were riddled with holes by the American M16A1 rifles they had purchased.

Although the bank eventually called the police, this gang held the local officers in complete contempt.

In truth, this was justified, as the weapons issued to the local police were all light arms.

Meanwhile, the men were equipped with submachine guns, grenades, and even RPGs.

Their firepower was simply incomparable.

A shootout erupted outside the bank, resulting in the deaths of two officers.

One police car was even blasted into the sky by an RPG.

In the end, the police could only call in the National Guard to handle the situation.

However, before that could happen, Nemo and his accomplices, wearing masks, had already fled with over three million dollars in stolen cash.

This incident immediately caused a sensation.

Nemo and his gang even became idols for many.

Thus, a black supremacist gang was born.

Rising alongside these men was the DWS Weapons Trading Platform.