As if the others sensed that he was staring, the person in front of him turned around and turned out to be Santiago. He looked at him deeply and then at the small room beside him. He seemed to have found some amusement and said with a disgusting smile, "Old man, do you want to have some fun with any of them? They're all prostitutes and the price is very low…"
Harry stared at him. "Boy, do you think this joke is funny?"
The eyebrows of Santiago, who was standing on the right side, arched as he wanted to say something, but at that moment he sensed the danger in Harry's eyes. Suddenly, he grabbed the grip of his pistol and pointed it at Harry, who was staring straight at him.
"Old man, I don't like the way you're looking at me!"
Looking at Santiago, who had suddenly gone crazy, Harry did not raise his hands this time. Instead, he looked behind Santiago as if he were seeing something.
Because of this exchange of words, the people walking in front stopped and turned their heads back. Each of them looked at Santiago and frowned, at which point Harry said, "I know what you're feeling right now, but the man who must be your boss won't be very happy to know what you're doing to one of his customers. Can you understand that?"
And as if Harry could see the future, Erick, who was at the front, said, "Santiago, you'd better learn how to do business, you fucking son of a bitch."
Looking at the old man in front of him and hearing the orders from behind, Santiago's expression became even more distorted. He tilted his head and pointed at Harry, his movements very stiff, as if he had consumed some kind of drug.
Everyone knows what that kind of behavior means. It is a clear sign that someone is becoming highly addicted.
Harry paid him no attention and simply looked at Erick. "If I buy your things, will your people kill me in the end?"
Erick's face grew cold. He waved his finger and sent someone over. "Keep an eye on that idiot Santiago. If he dares to cause trouble for the buyer, then kill him."
The man assigned was a short one who quickly positioned himself behind the very agitated Santiago.
"You should feel relieved now, right?" Erick looked at Harry and asked calmly.
Harry nodded with a faint smile.
"Then keep walking." Erick turned around immediately, and his two remaining bodyguards followed him.
"There are two people left…" Harry looked in the direction Erick went and continued thinking.
He followed the pair to the end and then entered an inner room. Looking at everything in front of him, Harry remained silent.
Compared to the chaotic scene outside, this room had everything it needed, like a place without filth.
Harry looked specifically toward a bar on the right, where two men more muscular than Erick were sitting, drinking wine.
"Two more just like Erick…"
"Adding the three who left, and these four would make seven…"
At that moment, Erick was already sitting on the central front sofa, extending his hand to make a gesture.
"Please, have a seat."
Feeling the gazes of the two Russians on the right, Harry nodded, slowly approached, and sat down on the small sofa in front of Erick.
Looking at Santiago, Erick said, "Fuck, go get the things our customer asked for."
After giving this order and brusquely telling Santiago to fetch the items Harry had requested, Erick picked up the unfinished glass of red wine from the table in front of him and lay back on the sofa, swirling the glass and instinctively looking at Smith.
"You know, old man, I admire you a lot. Not many people dare to come here, and even less alone."
Harry smiled and said, "Well, when you're my age, life doesn't mean shit anymore… You can say that about young idiots who haven't lived life, but that doesn't apply to an old man like me who has lived enough."
"Haha, you're absolutely fucking right." Erick smiled and took a sip of red wine from his glass. "Don't worry, we're serious businessmen, so we won't disrespect you again."
Harry remained expressionless and did not respond. Instead, he thought about what he had seen and heard outside the room. If the people in front of him were truly doing serious business, then it would be much more difficult for him to finish them off.
The scene fell silent for a moment, and everyone looked at Harry sitting on the small sofa. At that moment, Santiago, who was in charge of collecting the merchandise, also brought out a pile of goods from the small room and came out.
Under everyone's gaze, Santiago placed these items on the coffee table in front of the sofa and then stood behind Erick.
A small white square brick, several pistols, as well as bullets. The items above fully satisfied Harry's needs, including pistols like Santiago's.
Erick stood up, placed the glass of red wine on the table, and pushed the white packages toward Harry.
"Your money probably can't buy much, but you'll have enough." As he spoke, under Harry's gaze, Erick picked up a pistol from the table, also took the magazine handed to him by the guy on the left, inserted it into the slot, clicked it a few times, and said calmly, "With the remaining money you can only buy one pistol…"
"Of course, you'll have the option to choose." Erick pointed the pistol at Harry and smiled. Most people are basically unable to remain calm when being aimed at with a gun, but Harry still looked calm. As mentioned before, at his age, what more could his life matter to him?
Harry silently took the package of drugs in front of him and placed it in his arms, then looked at the pistol on the coffee table, picked one at random, and its details automatically appeared in his mind. "Glock 17, one of the smallest but most widely used weapons. This weapon is one of the police's preferred pistols, with a capacity of more than fifteen rounds…"
It was a pity that the pistols had no bullets, a very great pity.
"None of them have bullets…" Harry murmured as he delicately picked up a pistol.
Erick seriously looked at old Smith for several seconds and, perhaps due to his identity as an old man, finally waved his pistol in a gesture to the person beside him. "Give grandpa a magazine…"
The guy beside him heard the order, took out a magazine, and placed it in front of old Smith.
Under everyone's gaze, Harry took the magazine and looked at it with confusion, then looked at Erick in front of him and asked, "Only two bullets?"
Erick showed a sinister smile and said, "If you're going to take your own life, you'd only need one bullet. I put in one more in case you miss the first time."
"That makes sense…" Harry nodded, and after focusing his attention on the pistol in his hands, he inserted the magazine into the Glock.
"Then that's it." Erick clapped his hands and said, "A perfect deal. It's a pity I won't be able to see you around here again. Come on, give this old man a damn gift."
However, as soon as Erick's words echoed through the room, he suddenly discovered that the old man in front of him had raised the pistol and was pointing it directly at him.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Erick was startled and asked aggressively, as if trying to intimidate the old man in front of him, but by then the trigger had already been pulled.
Bang!
With a flash at the barrel of the gun, Erick's head burst into a curtain of blood, and a bloody hole appeared in his forehead.
As soon as Harry fired, everyone else quickly drew their weapons and fired at the old man in front of them. But they had all underestimated an old man, because his reaction had caught them by surprise.
In that brief moment, Harry had taken a few steps forward and shot Santiago in the stomach.
Bang!
After getting rid of two annoying targets, he took the pistol Erick had been holding, disengaged the safety, and resumed firing.
Bang! Bang!
The two people behind Erick were hit by several shots, and both fell to the ground.
But at that moment, Harry was shot in the leg, causing him to lose his balance and fall onto the couch where he had originally been sitting.
Bang!
However, drawing strength from the deepest part of his old muscles, he managed to raise the pistol and kill the one who had shot him.
At that moment, the two muscular men on his right had already drawn their pistols and aimed at Harry, who had also turned toward them.
Bang! Bang! Bang!