Chapter 430: Pocket Gun

Kashber couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the pocket pistol Wakaba took out, and then smiled:

"Wakaba, this model is made of gold?"

Although his tone was frivolous, his eyes were clear, he was not superficial enough to think that an ordinary model would be called interesting, gold was indeed valuable, but it was not unusual for him, and it was not unusual for a mold made of gold. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, the gun was indeed too small, it looked like a pendant on a key, and it was not realistic at all, just imitating the general appearance of a pistol, and the length was not even more than two pistol bullets.

If Ye knew that Kasber was joking about himself, he wouldn't do what Kasber wanted, but sold a pass and said:

"Gold, a diamond of its size is not worth as much.

If you want to know what it is, come with me. ”

Wakaba said that he walked out first, Kashber smiled, didn't care about Wakaba's appetite, and followed, followed by Chekita and the others, who were already ready outside.

The group arrived at an ordinary small firearms training ground, which was originally a firearms club, but was bought by a gang controlled by Wakaba, and it was still Kashbo's connections in Japan.

In the Celestial Empire, buying a machete requires a collection certificate, where there is light, there is darkness, and the opposite of this kind of society will not disappear, but in the Celestial Empire, it will always be just a small fight and cannot be put on the table.

Therefore, many black and astringent societies in the Celestial Empire, after the rise of the mix, have been whitewashed and transformed into honest people.

And in Japan, the restrictions in this regard are much more lax than those of the Celestial Empire, and the powerful yakuza play with knives and fight desperately, and the powerful gangsters fight with hot weapons, which is both a reality, otherwise how can the Yamaguchi-gumi be on a par with an organization like the Italian mafia in the international arena?

Japan's domestic control is also relatively strict, but it can't be compared with the Celestial Empire, at least the pistol is not too strict.

Entering the training ground, Wakaba drove out both Kuroshikai's men and Kasper's men, leaving only Poison Island Tsuneko, Chekita, Kashber and himself.

Wakaba didn't say a word, and took out a few small metal sticks from his pocket after use of rivets in front of Cushber, and put the others on the table top of the partition, leaving one to be stuffed through the muzzle of the pocket gun, which had a card slot inside the pocket gun to prevent the metal stick from falling.

In the eyes of Cushber and Chekita, who were confused and regarded as farce, Wakaba aimed the muzzle of the gun at the target fifty meters away and pulled the trigger.

A pencil-thick, arc-tinged orange ray of light shot out of the gun and hit the target almost at the same time.

Chirp!

Bang!

The sound of breaking the air and the explosion sounded at the same time, and the special metal target swayed, with a funnel-shaped depression in the center, a hole less than the thickness of a pencil in the center, and an irregular flowering metal on the edge of the hole.

Wakaba pressed the button in his hand in the stunned eyes of Cusber and Chekita, and the deformed metal target was pulled closer, and its tragic situation was more clearly displayed in front of Cushber and Chekita.

"It's a fun little thing that satisfies you. ”

“··· Of course!"

Kashber carefully observed the metal target, and even reached out to touch it, and after judging from the various signs on it, Wakaba did not deceive himself with a blindfold, and suppressed the shock in his heart and nodded.

Picking up the rough pistol model that Wakaba casually placed in front of him, the initial dissatisfaction with this shape had long since disappeared, and he couldn't put it down.

With its cold metallic texture and light weight, it is hard to believe that it can deliver a terrifying power that pierces the steel plate three millimeters from fifty meters away.

Still a little suspicious, Kashber picked up Wakaba's metal stick that he didn't know whether intentionally or unintentionally placed on the partition table and stuffed it, and randomly found a target and shot it.

Bang!

The result naturally shocked Cushber and Chequita once again, and there is no need to go into details.

"What the hell is this?"

The rise of Kashber's play, after a few more attempts, almost destroyed a third of the training ground, and then calmed down, and finally couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, and couldn't help but ask Wakaba.

Wakaba grinned and quipped:

"Are there any weapons in this world that the arms dealer doesn't recognize?"

Weapons dealers and must know all weapons?

Kashber shook his head with a wry smile, knowing that it was hard to expect Wakaba to talk to him properly, and under Chequita's burning gaze, he hung the big killer that looked like a model of a pocket pistol on the belt loop, like a real ornament.

Chequita sighed in disappointment when he saw this, as a veteran of a hundred battles, he naturally wanted to have a powerful weapon in his hand.

In fact, the actual combat effect of that pocket pistol is not great, but women always like those small and cute things, and a strong warrior's desire to collect powerful weapons should not be underestimated.

Chequita was already thinking about how to fool him out of Kashber in the future, and he had never thought of asking Wakaba for it, and the value of the pocket pistol, although it was not very useful in actual combat, was unquestionable.

The Pocket Pistol is powerful enough to attack more than any short-range firearm, but the rate of fire is hard. Even so, it can be used for self-defense, surprise sneak attacks, and assassinations can play a very crucial role.

What's more, its research value is also very high, and it is no exaggeration to say that the technology of the pocket pistol, if studied thoroughly, and then scaled up to the level of real guns, or even cannons, will completely change the way warfare is done.

Naturally, Kasper would not be stupid enough to take the pocket pistol to study, this little thing is not scientific at first glance, and no matter what results of the research will only cause him trouble, the best way is to keep it close to his body to prevent accidents.

It's just that Kashper has some doubts in his heart, he always feels that the attack method of the pocket pistol is very familiar, but it is not something too worth paying attention to, so he can't remember it anyway for the time being.

In any case, Wakaba's interesting gadgets made Kashber very satisfied, and it was rare that he didn't leave immediately after the deal was over, but chatted with Wakaba for a few words.

"You're really not going back to Coco?"

Ruoye raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and said unceremoniously:

"What stupid are you talking about. ”

Wakaba paused after speaking, and said a little bit of Ai Ai:

"Where is Sister Coco now?"

He goes home every day to watch the international news, and to his disappointment, he has not seen the news about Sister Coco, after all, Coco does not manage part of HCLI's business like Kashper, so she will not appear in the news openly.

If she had, she must be in some messy battlefield.

Kashberg, he found that Wakaba was also very easy to understand at times, even if Wakaba was a little rougher at the time.

"In South Africa, it's suddenly so quiet that you don't even go to business. ”

"Oh, let's go. ”

Wakaba regained his composure, said that he would change his face, and did not give Kashber face at all, pointing to the unchanging training ground and adding:

"Remember to compensate for the cost of repairing the site. ”

Kash Rao is also a little unstable after years of polishing, and his head is full of black lines. Chequita couldn't help but snicker when she saw Casper's deflated hair.