Chapter 1242

Joyce drove alone to the outskirts of town, where she had previously

given Luther his special custom-made badge.

She knows a lot about guns, so she knows a lot about these special

materials.

There are very few places in the Capital that can make this particular

material, and the hardware market on the outskirts of town is the only

place that has it.

She previously found a store called ONE in the suburban hardware

market through the Internet, where she could customize various special

objects that could not be found on the market in general.

She needed a pair of special stocks, tailored to her hand size, that

would reduce the recoil of the pistol to a greater extent.

This allows her to shoot more consistently, hit more accurately and be

more precise during mobile shooting.

After what happened to Ricky, she knew better than ever that she had

to be prepared for anything if she wanted to deal with Otis’ people. In

addition, the body sheet for bulletproof, also need to be re-customized.

She parked the car and flung the door open.

ONE's store is on the third floor of the market. She walked into the

lobby, and it was a weekend, and there were many people coming.

Not quite crowded, but when you look around, there are all kinds of

people.

After Joyce got out of the car, she actually sensed a hint of something

wrong.

Always feel that a figure has been following her.

She mentally mulled over the fact that Otis couldn't possibly know she

was staying at Pinkrose penthouse for the time being.

When she left the house, she didn't feel like she was being followed

either.

It was when she got to the hardware market that she found out

something was wrong.

Could it be that Otis had heard about her previous dealings at the

hardware market and knew she would be coming back, so he had

someone stationed here 24 hours a day to keep an eye on her? She

can't think of anything else but that possibility.

She couldn't help but quicken her pace and raise her guard, her right

hand always pressed to her waist.

If the other side is not too many, she is enough to handle it.

Hurrying to the ONE store, she took out her custom order and handed it

to the man in front of her.

The store was her first visit, and she had previously communicated by

phone.

The boss is a typical southern-looking person, not tall, yellow skin, he

squinted his eyes, "You wait a moment, it's ready.”

He got up and went behind the curtain and shortly afterwards took out a

wooden box.

Open it, he handed it to Joyce, "Want to try it on the spot, is it suitable?

I'll modify it for you if it doesn't fit. Anyway, keep it to your satisfaction.”

Joyce weighed the butt of the gun in her hand and visually inspected it,

it should be fine.

She did not want to show her pistol inside the store to avoid attracting

too much attention.

"No need. Two more pairs of custom-made bulletproof flakes, the kind

that will fit in your suit pocket. You should know that." She took a thick

wad of cash out of her bag, "Here's the deposit."

In this business, it's all about taking cash, that's the rule.

"Yes, you can rest assured that you will be satisfied. The goods made

last time, the real material, are you satisfied?" The boss asked with a

smile.

"Hmm. Pretty good." Joyce slid the butt of her gun into her bag.

The last custom shipment was the very same special badge she pinned

on Luther's chest.

It has proven to work well.

But the same technique could not be used again, so this time she

ordered a pocket sheet instead, just in case.

"May I ask, you are a woman, how do you know all this?" The boss

came up curiously, “In my store, female customers, you are still the

first. You know, I have all the accessories related to guns here."