Donald had faith in Weston's abilities as a director and was thus open to the idea of producing the film if the script was well-written.

“I'm free this weekend. Bring your friend to the office if you have the time, so I can meet him.”

“Will do, Mr. Campbell. I'm going to call him with the good news!”

Upon obtaining Donald's approval, Weston looked as excited as a child.

At that very moment, Gavin called.

“Have you gotten off work, Mr. Campbell?”

“What is it?”

“Susan has a mission for you. Come over if you've gotten off work. It's a big job that pays well.”

Though Donald did not need the money, the mention of a big job roused his interest enough for him to agree to go over for a look.

After all, Donald needed Susan to ascertain Aldrich's network of firearms in Pollerton.

When Donald arrived at the abandoned factory, Gavin was examining the equipment with seven other subordinates.

They looked different from their usual machete-bearing selves. This time, they were armed with real weapons.

Gavin waved him over excitedly when Donald entered. “Come, Mr. Campbell! Pick something that catches your fancy.”



Though Susan kept company with Aldrich, she mainly functioned as his purse and, as a result, rarely handled the munitions.

Because of that, the firearms Susan provided Gavin with had dwindled in number.

Donald peered over. There was not a single rifle on the table. They were all handguns.

Moreover, they were the 92-caliber ones used mainly by the police.

Though they felt more balanced in hand, their range was shorter, resulting in limited potential for fatal shots.

In fact, it was considered impressive for somebody without rigorous training to hit four bullseyes out of ten within the range of fifty meters.

Donald picked up a handgun that looked to be in better shape than the others.

Gavin was just about to explain to Donald when the latter took apart the gun in several brisk clicks, his hands moving with mechanical precision like clockwork.

Then, he picked up a rag to wipe the residual soot from the barrel before oiling the safety lock.

Gavin was stunned by Donald's finesse.

“Have you used this gun before, Mr. Campbell?” he asked, gaping.

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