Hot Guns For Sale

The Green Hornet. He hunts the biggest of all games. Public enemies that even the D-Men cannot reach. The Green Hornet. Risking his life that criminals and racketeers within the law, they feel its weight by the sting of the Green Hornet.

Ride with Britt Reid as he races toward another thrilling adventure. The Green Hornet strikes again. Here's where we smash a stolen gun racket. The story begins late at night in the suburbs outside the city.

As one of the circulation trucks of the Daily Sentinel climbs a steep slope with a load of early additions more than nearby rural towns. As the truck nears the top of the grave, the driver speaks.

Car coming, Jerry. See that light? Yeah, come first. As we get over the rides, you'll see. It's a truck. He's on the wrong side of the road. Get over here. You said the street was.

He turned over. Sars him right. Dismashed my left front fender and headlight. Maybe the hood. Okay, okay, we'll take a look. And we gotta get traveling. Circulation, man. Joe Skinner's alive. Those newspapers don't get delivered.

Can we see nobody? Hello. Hey, where are you? Where's the driver? Cooshedry. Ain't look happy. Pedry. Yeah, see. Rear end opened up and they spilled right out. Guns, ain't they? Yep. A truckload of guns.

Yeah, I'll get them. Yeah, get him, get him. Nice going. You're out cold Dutch. Yeah, wait a minute. Blackjack, we're too k. What are we going to do with them guns? Heart truck is my stuff.

But take care, Trent. Huh? A dealie, son of truck, are you nuts? You heard me. Get busy. Throw out them papers and switch their guns. We'll take a nair truck. Taylor Samuel, publisher's office. The truck.