novelraw Chapter 778 - 815: Seeking Outside Help, Rescue (Part 2)
Chapter 778 - 815: Seeking Outside Help, Rescue (Part 2)
Chapter 815: Seeking Allies, Rescue (2)
In this territory, if you don’t grow and expand, you’ll just end up being eaten by the big fish, so Jeffrey Turner needs people, needs guns.
Getting people is easy, but getting guns is not.
If narcotics are high profit, then arms are the highest of high profits, but the arms trade in Southeast Agaia is monopolized by Adrian Desmond.
It’s really because Adrian Desmond is too formidable; he has his own weapons development team, designing and developing new weapons every year. Even some conventional firearms, after their modifications, become quite powerful.
Over the years, Jeffrey Turner has always wanted to connect with Adrian Desmond, but unfortunately, Adrian Desmond has no interest in his small business. Adrian Desmond’s arms are now only sold to old customers, while the rest are sold to countries in civil conflict like those in Goldland and the Middle East.
Even just thinking about it, it’s clear that Adrian Desmond is making heaps of money.
Jeffrey Turner laughed, "Brother, don’t worry about it, I’ve got this covered. Don’t mention one Xavier Young—even ten Xavier Youngs, I can handle them for you!"
Once he’d seen the guns, Jeffrey Turner forgot everything else, only thinking about keeping those 45 guns.
"Alright! I’ll notify you when it’s time to act."
"No problem."
Ernest Turner watched his father smugly lose himself and frowned, saying, "Uncle Desmond, Curly saved my life once, and we haven’t properly thanked you yet. Now Auntie Sienna is in danger, if Uncle Desmond needs our help with anything, just say the word...
As for giving us guns, that’s not necessary..."
Jeffrey Turner was pained, "Son, it’s your Uncle Desmond who wants to give them to us—refusing would be too rude."
Ernest Turner ignored his father and said assertively, "Uncle Desmond, my father really needs some heavy weapons. Uncle Desmond, those 45 Barrett heavy sniper rifles, we’re willing to buy them at the original price."
Adrian Desmond looked at Ernest Turner in front of him, about the same age as his daughter. The child is completely different from Jeffrey Turner—not just in looks, but in temperament and character.
Jeffrey Turner would have been considered a bandit in the past.
Ernest Turner, however, carries a noble elegance and sophistication, mature beyond his years in his mannerisms.
Seeing such a stark contrast between the father and son, one can’t help but ask: is this really your biological child? With others, they’d be mad by now, but Jeffrey Turner is too thick-skinned.
"I don’t like owing people favors, since you’ve helped me, consider those guns as payment." Adrian Desmond isn’t short of money; at this stage, money is just a string of numbers to him.
"Son, he insists on giving them to me? What do you think?" Jeffrey Turner asked for his son’s opinion, sounding a bit careful and tentative.
Ernest Turner looked at his father and asked, "Dad, how much do you think I’m worth?"
"You’re priceless!"
"Then how do you plan to repay Curly for saving me?"
"This..."
Ernest Turner looked at his father calmly, "Dad, you’re not planning to just pretend Curly saving me never happened, are you?"
"Of course not."
"If you like those guns, Dad, buy them at the original price. Uncle Desmond being willing to sell them to you is already giving you face."
Jeffrey Turner felt a sting in his heart, as if hit by 1.5 thousand dollars worth of damage. It’s true that falling for their little girl means forgetting your old man.
The son even teamed up with the father of the young girl to scheme against his own money.
"How about this, I’ll sell them to you at half price," Adrian Desmond said.
Seeing his son about to refuse again, Jeffrey Turner quickly agreed, "Alright, alright. Haha..."
"I’ll have the guns delivered tomorrow," Adrian Desmond rose to leave and said, "I have other things to attend to, so I’ll take my leave first."
"Leaving so soon? Stay for dinner before you go."
"Next time."
Thinking about his woman being with Xavier Young made Adrian Desmond feel like a thorn was stuck in his throat; he had no mood for meals and drinks.
Seeing his determination, Jeffrey Turner didn’t press on to keep him, and said, "Then make sure, Sixth Master, to remember you owe me a dinner."
"I will remember!"
Adrian Desmond slightly nodded, then walked out.
Jeffrey Turner held his son’s hand and walked Adrian Desmond to the door, watching him get in the car and leave, giving Adrian Desmond enough face.
"Let’s go."
Jeffrey Turner’s thick, strong arm lifted his son’s small body, setting him on his shoulder, looking cheerful, "Son, you must marry Curly. Once you secure Curly, we’ll have whatever weapons we need in the future."