Chapitre 298: ARMSCOR - Let's go home.

There's an opened bottle of Tequila in front of us but we never touched it yet. The curtains are flapping due to the wind suddenly blowing and I smirked from his words earlier. He seemed to not be affected by my expression and he's genuine on doing something for me in exchange for bullets.

"Anything? That's a dangerous word. Well, I'll skip my stupid jokes for now and get to the point. In Quezon City, there's four sporting goods shops there that are licensed to sell guns. They are all in separate directions but a couple of them are quite close. Wel-" I started but Iskoh interrupted me.