Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 693 Retrieving the Gun
The wait was long, but the result was fortunate.

Ai Liang had prepared herself to wait three or four days, but when she sneaked back to the warehouse the next night and opened her phone, she found a pleasant surprise.

Pan Junyuan successfully arrived at the safe house. The address of the target residence for the next operation has been determined. The pistol and bank card are ready and waiting for him to go and pick them up.

Even the email about retrieving the handgun was sent yesterday, before I even got home.

"Although Nevada City doesn't ban guns, this efficiency is just too high. Is buying and selling black market guns really this open and aboveboard?"

Looking at the pickup address and pickup number in the email, Ai Liang couldn't help but have the illusion that she was picking up a package.

"Forget it, let's get the gun first, then go to the safe house and meet up with Pan Junyuan."

Ai Liang put away her phone and jumped off the roof.

Looking at the secondhand bicycle he bought from a passerby, he couldn't help but sigh, "I should have asked them to prepare a means of transportation for me yesterday."

Despite the complaints, given Ai Liang's physical condition, if he really pedaled a bicycle, he wouldn't be much slower than a regular electric bike.

As long as the chain can hold.

........................

Ai Liang parked her bicycle on the side of the road, locked it, and entered Fish Street again.

Just like yesterday, the gatekeeper remained vigilant and didn't become a familiar face just because he had been there once before.

There are many alleys inside Fish Street, but they are not marked in detail on the map.

Ai Liang only remembered that Fish Street on the electronic map was a rectangular gray block with no information about any industries or alleyways.

It's worrying.

"Who knows which alley is Second Street? Can't you just give me a detailed address?"

The email subject is "Pick up," and the content consists of only one address and one number—that's all the email contains.

Ai Liang opened her phone and looked at the contents of the notification email, then looked back at the email about retrieving the gun.

The former is a detailed and rigorous style, while the latter is a minimalist style where typing costs money.

Ai Liang strongly suspects that Mr. M simply copied and pasted an email that someone else sent him and forwarded it to her.

"Should I ask someone... hmm?"

Ai Liang was looking down at her phone when she suddenly felt a strange gaze.

Unlike the wariness of others, this gaze carried a hint of malice.

Ai Liang suddenly turned around to look at the source of the gaze, and a guy with long hair past his ears was startled.

But soon, the long-haired man quickly lowered his head and pretended to be nonchalant, fiddling with his phone. Judging from the frequency with which he tapped the screen, he was clearly typing.

Ai Liang frowned and began searching her memory bank for the long-haired man's appearance.

"I don't know him, and I've never met him, but this malice is undeniable."

Ai Liang put away her phone and walked towards the long-haired man.

Ai Liang didn't intend to ignore this malice, and besides, he needed someone familiar with Fish Street to tell him where Second Street was.

As Ai Liang gradually approached, the long-haired man slowly lifted his back from the wall and stood up straight, while shouting towards the stairwell behind him.

When Ai Liang walked up to the long-haired man, he glanced at her and asked, "What's up?"

"Why are you staring at me?" Ai Liang asked.

"You're crazy! Who's looking at you!"

At this moment, the long-haired man's companion came out of the stairwell.

She was dressed similarly to a "Shamate" (a subculture characterized by flamboyant, often outlandish fashion), but with shorter hair.

With his companion by his side, the long-haired man felt much more confident and raised his voice considerably: "Are you trying to cause trouble?"

Sensing the long-haired man's emotions, Ai Liang narrowed her eyes: "A skinny person?"

The long-haired man paused for a moment, but his words remained foul: "A good dog doesn't block the way, get out of your father's sight..."

Snapped!
Without saying a word, Ai Liang slapped him to the ground.

Upon seeing this, the long-haired man's companion raised his fist and charged forward.

"I'll fuck you..." *slap*
Ai Liang slapped him across the face, knocking him down as well.

Looking at the saliva mixed with blood on her knuckles, Ai Liang disgustedly took out a tissue to wipe it off, then picked up her phone that had fallen to the ground.

In the chat log, the long-haired man reported his location and attached a picture of his back.

The long-haired man who had fallen to the ground stumbled and tried to get up to grab his phone back, but before he could stand up straight, he staggered and fell back to the ground.

Where is Second Street Alley?

Ai Liang crouched down and looked at the guy who still had the ability to think.

The long-haired man's companion was still trying to keep up the act, but he couldn't hold back any longer when Ai Liang raised her hand again.

"It's in the alley next to Sumitomo Casino!"

Ai Liang's slap made him understand what a difference in strength meant.

The burning cheeks and the knocked-out premolars constantly reminded their owner that they couldn't beat the other person.

Ai Liang patted his shoulder politely and got up to continue into the street.

Having visited the store yesterday, Ai Liang had memorized the name of each shop.

"This is the place next to Sumitomo Casino, right?"

Ai Liang walked into the alley.

Compared to the other alleys where the ground was littered with tin foil, toilet paper, and small umbrellas, Second Street Alley was unbelievably clean, as if it were cleaned every day.

Ai Liang walked all the way to the end of the alley. There was a window that looked like a bank counter, and next to the window was a heavy, dark green vault door, which looked like a place specifically for storing important items.

After thinking for a moment, Ai Liang felt that this should be the place.

He stepped forward, knocked on the iron railing, and said his pickup code: "10250".

The guy inside, smoking with one hand and scrolling through videos with the other, ignored Ai Liang.

Ai Liang knocked on the iron railing again: "I'm here to pick up the goods."

The older brother looked up at Ai Liang and said irritably, "This is a place to exchange chips, not a delivery station, understand?"

Not here?

Ai Liang felt a little embarrassed.

"Someone sent me some things, saying that the things were delivered to Second Street Alley."

Although the older brother was a little impatient, he still answered Ai Liang and pointed to the side door next to him: "Ask the doorman, they sometimes help people collect things."

"Thank you."

Ai Liang turned around and entered Sumitomo Chess and Card Room. After looking around, she walked towards the guy sitting and chatting at the main entrance.

"I'm here to pick up the goods."

The two people chatting idly sized up Ai Liang for a while and said, "Number."

"10250."

Without saying a word, the other party led Ai Liang to the counter, reached inside, pulled out a gun holster, and threw it on the counter.

"Here."

After taking the items, the person returned to the door and continued chatting with others, not even bothering to glance at Ai Liang.

"..."

Looking at the holster on the table and the pistol and magazine hanging on it, and listening to the noisy voices at the card table behind him, Ai Liang felt a strange sense of absurdity.

On the way here, Ai Liang had thought about how she should answer if the other party asked her about her purpose, identity, or who sent her.

They even considered using psychological suggestion to lower the other party's guard.

The result was that the other party simply tossed the gun onto the counter like a deliveryman, completely ignoring it.

Sometimes when picking up a package, they even ask for the last few digits of your phone number!
With mixed feelings, Ai Liang strapped the holster to her waist and left the card room through the side door.

(End of this chapter)