Zhang Jinyang's room is much smaller, with only a single sofa, a locker in the corner next to it, and a multi-functional table in front of the locker - that is, no matter what you eat, read or write, it is this table. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Now, Zhang Jinyang is using this table as a workbench, he took out the newly bought Beretta M9 and bullets from under the bed, and prepared a bunch of various metal blocks next to it, planning to make a modification.

To tell the truth, M9 is a good gun, the gun type is beautiful, the structure is stable and reliable, to say that the disadvantage is probably because it is a large-capacity fifteen-round magazine, so after the bullet is pressed, the elastic force becomes weaker after the spring is compressed to the end, so that the top bullet can not be in place, such a magazine is loaded into the gun, and after pulling the sleeve forward, it will not be able to push the top bullet, this is a more fatal thing.

But this has nothing to do with Zhang Jinyang, because Zhang Jinyang has planned to use a simpler and more reliable revolver, not only the failure rate is terrible, but the most important thing is that the revolver can be easily loaded with more powerful bullets, such as Magnum bullets - this thing is also very easy to buy.

So buying a Beretta is just to cover up people's eyes and ears, and by the way, to cover up their own behavior of buying ammunition.

In just a moment, Beretta was completely disassembled, the non-metallic components were left to wait for disposal in a box on the side, and the metal parts were kept under his hand for standby at any time, Zhang Jinyang took a slightly larger metal block, which was the material he had prepared to make the barrel of the gun.

Within a few minutes, a silver eight-inch Colt python appeared in his hand, this gun is very classic, classic to as long as you know the gun there is no one who does not know it, here in North American Eagle, every gun shop will put it directly above the counter, to ensure that as long as you stand in front of the counter, you will see this silver murder weapon on the head of the shopkeeper as soon as you look up.

Unlike the one bought in the store, Zhang Jinyang's one is one-piece, without any welding, riveting, or screwing, and at the connection point of the handle that bears the impact of recoil, he also added a few more protruding keels, lengthened the barrel, and lengthened the magazine, which made the eight-inch python with a standard weight of 1.7 kilograms become an 8.5-inch python weighing 2.1 kilograms.

The reason why the magazine was lengthened was because Zhang Jinyang combined the two Parabellum pistol bullets used by the M9 into a McGnon bullet with an increased amount of medicine, which was more powerful because of the larger charge, but the recoil was also stronger - but this increase in recoil was completely unfelt to Zhang Jinyang.

After carefully modifying all the bullets, Zhang Jinyang counted with satisfaction, two boxes of sixty bullets, and only one box was made, but it was enough for the experiment tonight.

Zhang Jinyang threw the remaining materials into a box and put them back under the bed, leaving only a freshly baked increased version of the Colt Python and thirty additional bullets.

Originally, I had dinner for a long time, and then I communicated with my partner for a while, plus I was interested in modifying the guns, seeing that it had been dark outside for a long time, Zhang Jinyang opened the wardrobe in the bedroom, this wardrobe was made into a mezzanine by him early, and there were some unsightly things placed in it, including various emergency documents forged by Yan Zhengxin for him, some hidden weapons that he used to use, and some short cold weapons for fighting, and most importantly, a set of cold weapons from the inside out. That is to say, even the head coverings are there, and the locals follow the customs - a full set of combat uniforms.

Zhang Jinyang didn't turn on the lights, and by the moonlight outside the window, he neatly changed into the combat uniform he made, this is the uniform he will be a superhero in the future, that's right, a superhero, this is the path he chose after thinking about it carefully.

Originally, the task given to him by the principal was unknown, but once he became a superhero, it was simple, think about it, how many secrets that a superhero can contact the North American Eagle every day, but he can't touch it, he can also use this identity to investigate, and no one will suspect which organization he works for, this is the mysterious confidence of the North American Eagle.

Outside the bedroom window is the back door of the apartment building, where the fireproof verandah staircase is located, and below is a classic North American eagle alley where all kinds of stories happen, and the tall buildings on the other side block the light, Zhang Jinyang's cottage is not very good, and he can still see himself in the mirror in the battle uniform.

The base of this dress is a one-piece pure black tights, the upper body is a high-necked bulletproof vest, the high collar fixed on the shoulders alone can cover half of the face, and the strip pockets on the back of the chest are not ammunition spare parts or anything, but simply a bulletproof ceramic plate, which is the material of the bracelet given to Jiang Shuyan, and the plate armor of this body ensures that there will be no problem with carrying an RPG on his head.

The front chest depicts a bull's head with red eyes, while in the center of the back is a bleeding twisted blood-colored labyrinth.

On the waist is a palm-wide tight waist belt, which is full of loaders, throwing knives, fighting knives, first-aid kits and other utensils, and the waist buckle of the large belt is also a round blood-colored maze.

Instead of the traditional holster, a metal gun mount is strapped to the outside of the left and right legs, which ensures that his large size can be brought out as soon as he raises his hand, rather than having to "pull out".

The high-top leather boots under his feet should have put two palm thunders, or a small revolver with three or eight, but he didn't have that now, and the gun was so small that it was not comfortable to hold in his hand at all, so he simply inserted two homemade pickpockets as backups.

Finally, Zhang Jinyang looked at the last weapon left in the mezzanine of the wardrobe, this was his favorite, and it was also the main weapon he used very easily, it seemed that it would scare his opponent into tears, a double-edged axe with a wheel as wide as his shoulder.

Zhang Jinyang picked up the axe and rubbed it for a while, raised his hand to hang this big guy behind his back, and added two clamps to the back of the bulletproof vest, just to hang this axe, after the axe was hung up, the handle was just right behind his head, as long as he raised his hand and held it, he could take it off instantly.

Came to the living room, picked up the Colt python that had just been changed on the table, made two movements to pick up the gun, and after adjusting the fixture, he began to carefully fill the gun with bullets, originally he was going to bring ten loaders, but now he only has thirty rounds, so in addition to the magazine itself, he only brought four loaded loaders.

Putting on the black coat on the chair next to him and wearing a wide pair of sunglasses, Zhang Jinyang opened the window to observe that no one was paying attention to this place, and as soon as he took the windowsill, he jumped down - this is only the third floor, but it is not a problem for him, and the sound of landing on the ground will not be louder than breaking eggs.

He had been observing this landing point for a long time, so after falling, at his feet was the mouth of the sewer he was going down, thanks to the builders of New Yorktown, the sewers in this place are notoriously wide and extend in all directions, and there is no problem where you want to go.

Zhang Jinyang didn't get the drawings of the underground waterway, he relied on his own "radar", this mental power scanning skill consumption after years of training is so small that it is almost none, with his brain stem as the center, the range of one hundred and twenty meters up and down, left and right, is all in his mind.

The smell of the sewers is not very good, except for rats and cockroaches, there is nothing strange about it, the sewers of New York City are relatively clean now, at least there are no residents except for Uncle Punisher and Zhang Jinyang, who is about to settle down, so it is far from being as lively as in the future, so he can let go of the run, and it didn't take long to find his target exit, which is also a back alley - everything starts from a back alley.

Quietly touched in from the small corner door behind, the tall and fat black uncle who was guarding the door was knocked on the sun by his punch, I don't know if he was dead or not, anyway, it seems that he has no way to live, although he didn't use all his strength, but he didn't save his strength, so noisy music, he heard Uncle Black's skull make an unbearable cracking sound - if it weren't for the force, eighty percent would spray a wall, the key is that he was the first time, not only nervous, but also very excited.