"Do you know where I can buy a gun?"
As soon as the man heard this question, he stood up and looked at Light in great astonishnt.
He must not have understood what kind of dangers he was trying to grapple with, because his gaze beca quite strange. Even though the man was a close friend of Light's family, he did not expect such a thing to be asked of him.
On top of that, it was very, very strange that Light was asking for an incredibly safe house and asking if there was a place where he could buy a gun. He thought that soone wanted to take his life, and that's why the atmosphere in the room beca incredibly serious.
"I'll throw you a number, what level of purchase are you planning to make?"
When Light heard this question, he smiled and said, "At least £500,000,000". The man felt his heart tremble after these words. That was enough to buy enough weapons to blow up a small city or to put tens of thousands of bombs around the whole of London, or even more.
"Then I can't give you the contact number, I'm sorry, but it's too dangerous, especially for soone your age." At Adam's words, Light shook his head and then said "I thought arms dealers were only interested in money, don't worry I'm a nationalist and would never do anything to harm my country".
These words did not seem to convince Adam, but he still seed to think that trusting this boy would be the right move. In his 60 years of life, Adam had never t such a boy.
"Between four and six o'clock in the afternoon, the phone number I'm going to give you will be active. The person to whom you will buy the weapons will send you the location where you will et, I will tell him privately that I will pay the money, so shop as much as you want, of course, please do not exceed the amount you say. If I report you, you will be officially labelled as an international criminal. And again, the only reason I am doing this is because I owe your father so much."
For so reason, Light was touched by Adam's words. Even though his trust in people was below zero, he knew that the gentleman in front of him had a great history with his family.
Of course, this ant that she had to believe him a little bit. He would not regret this choice.
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Light ca to the front of a warehouse. This place in the northern part of London was in a very stifling street. It would not be wrong to say that it was a very dark street. There were several groups of people looking at him with strange but not hostile looks. The people in the group were pointing to a warehouse with their eyes, it was obvious that each of them was trying to signal Light.
Approaching the warehouse and entering through the open door, Light suddenly heard a voice from his right side:
"Light, is that you?" A man with a strange accent began to speak in English, which was not very good. This man, with whom he had exchanged ssages on the phone only 6 hours ago, was the person recomnded by the company owner Adam.
"Yes, it's , nice to et you Mr?????" Light curiously indicated that he wanted to get to know the other person and extended his hand, the man suddenly stood up, grabbed Light's hand tightly and then said, "They call Collector, I'm Italian."
As soon as Light found out where the man was from, he realised why his accent was so strange. Indeed, the man's accent was not like any accent in England and this made him very curious.
"Now. Adam tells us you need a huge arms export. Still, even if this were a huge black market, there's no way we could get such huge quantities of weapons into England, not in bulk"
As the collector finished Light grabbed his chin and shook his head, "No problem, I want the weapons delivered within a maximum of five months, one month for each arms trade, paid in advance by Adam and later ."
The collector nodded as if he understood and then said, "We don't normally deal with kids on the black market, you know. Even if they're rich, it doesn't make any difference. But you should thank Adam, he recomnded you so strongly that I couldn't help wanting to see you. He wasn't wrong I see."
Light didn't quite understand what was being said, but he wanted to say thank you, and he was about to open his mouth and speak when the collector started talking again:
"I like the ones who co straight to the conversation heh heh, you co, you've done your job, you're going to get up and leave, our favourite type of custor. They don't ask or anything."
At that mont, Light understood why the collector praised him so much. In the five minutes Light had been seated at the table, he had asked him nothing more than his na, ntioned the deal, and then prepared to leave.
"Thank you for your goodwill, Mr Collector. I will send you a location for where to store the weapons, rest assured."
After these words, Light respectfully shook the hands of each person in the warehouse and then turned to Mr Collector and said, "I leave the choice of weapons to you, I want all the weapons you can find, from the most harmless to the most harmful."
The collector pretended to hear this, stood up and then asked "What are you going to do with the bullets, do you have a preference?"
To answer this question, Light said, "For a brigade of a hundred n, I need at least a 10-year supply of ammunition if possible, I know it will be incredibly hard but yes, that is what I request." Even if the collector thought that he was not serious at first, when he saw Light's face, he said, "Then I have a lot of work to do, this month's goods will be a little late and you will be able to get them in half of next month, I need to collect goods from other countries. Illegal creations of ammunition is harder than you think."
Who would have thought that a rich man would trade arms from the whole world to a single country? Of course, this would attract the attention of other powers, even if unintentionally, it was only necessary to pray that everything would not be destroyed.
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