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In the end, the little one was thrown to Sean to deal with, and Dior, after saying goodbye to his seniors, bought a train ticket in the center of Liverpool. Yuru has not contacted her for the time being, and during this time, she has to look at the property that she has allocated to her name before leaving the UK. With a million pounds of money, you have to find some interesting work for this life.

Before returning to London, the first thing Dior did was destroy the weapons he was carrying. Using military explosives without permission, if Yuru knew about it, she would inevitably be talked about. After all, she is not part of the army now, and this is also an action that will cause many problems.

Baker Street is a street established in West London at the end of the last century, with Nos. 1 to 42 on the east side from south to north, and Nos. 44 to 85 on the west side from north to south. Speaking of this street, the first thing that comes to Dior's mind is the famous "detective", Sherlock Holmes and his assistant Watson. However, at this time and age, the detective has not theoretically appeared in Conan Doyle's writing, and there is no 221B Baker Street. The sharp-eyed Dior saw a gun shop on the corner of the street, compared to the Ming Empire, the British control of this is not very strict, except for explosives, guns with a long length can generally be bought in a gun shop.

There are only three types of people in the UK who can be tested for carrying a gun. Police or related professionals, shooting sports athletes, and hunters are not allowed to possess even replica firearms in public places. It is already a crime to walk on the street with a few guns pinned to Dior, and every gun in the possession of the public needs to be registered, and Dior's Colt python is obviously a 'black household' that has not been registered.

Pushing open the door of the gun shop, the boss's helpless words came into Dior's ears.

"So... The 7.62mm hard-core pistol bullet can only be made by a wealthy guy like the Ming Empire, and I can't sell the kind of 'high-end goods' imported by a small store like me. What? You said DAP5.8mm pistol cartridges? My dear lady, why don't you go to the military to find out if there are any armaments imported from the Ming Empire? My shop has indeed imported TYPE-54 and TYPE-92, and TYPE-92 has been banned from being sold in the UK two years ago, and I have sold a lot of them to the military because of this, so don't embarrass me anymore. If you're looking for a NATO bullet, I'll have it here..."

"It's nerve-wracking, boss, don't you understand English? I'm asking if you've ever bought anything from you lately... Forget it, John, tell the boss the specifics. ”

It seems that the customer and the boss have an argument. Dressed in Scottish clothes, with a deer-hunting hat and a plaid shawl, and dragging a heather pipe in her right hand, the brown-haired girl propped her other hand in front of the counter like a thug in a bar, bent over and staring at the shopkeeper and instructing her 'servant'. The middle-aged man behind her who was helplessly holding a notebook to record something, after hearing the girl's words, stroked his beard, and said helplessly to the boss:

"Sorry to interrupt your business. In fact, we are investigating a murder, the day before yesterday, there was a shooting in Sir Blois's mansion, and Mrs. Blois, who was locked in her room, was shattered by a Ming 7.62mm hardcore bullet that shattered her shoulder blade. From the body, a DAP 5.8mm caliber composite hard-core pointed bullet was found, and this 'special' bullet was only used by the Ming Empire and surrounding countries. She and I are pursuing this case, and we ask for your cooperation. ”

The mild-mannered middle-aged man took off his hat and smiled and nodded, his demeanor was elegant and decent, like a contrast between the two extremes compared to the rogue brown-haired girl.

“... My small shop is only responsible for checking gun licenses and registers, and I can't remember how long it has been," the boss was also overwhelmed by the temperament of the middle-aged man, muttering as he took out a register from the bottom of the counter, "All the firearms registers sold since the opening of this shop are here." ”

"Wouldn't it be nice to take it out sooner?" John, take note. The brown-haired girl quickly flipped through the name book, making people feel that she was not reading at all, but just flipping through the play, and the names and specific dates that popped out of her mouth quickly, as well as the guns purchased, surprised Dior, who was watching the play on the sidelines.

"In 1865, Ian Connor bought a double-barreled shotgun and ammunition, and for some reason bought a DAP 5.8mm bullet. In 1869, not long before that, John Connor purchased the Smith & Wesson M500, along with a 7.62mm hardcore pistol cartridge made in the Ming Empire. Regardless of this, in 1864 Arnold Clay, the secretary of the Administration Department and also a bearer of Orion's gun-bearer, bought two types of ammunition, and it is not surprising that he was one of Manchester's black/road chiefs. Then the problem is the Connor family... John Connor flew to the United States some time ago, and Ian Connor was so sick that getting out of bed was a problem. ”

"Do you doubt Arnold? That guy does have enough motives, but Duke Blois won't allow Arnold's faction guys to enter his house. ”

The man, also named John, shook his head with a wry smile. The brown-haired girl took a pipe and thought about it, her eyes suddenly fell on Dio, who was leaning against the door of the store and waiting for the end of the matter between the two, and after looking at it for about two seconds, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she said to Dio:

"Don't worry about us, we don't want to get in the way of the boss's business. ”

Dio nodded, then walked to the counter and placed the Colt python on the counter.

"Do you have any parts for this?"

"Oh, isn't this the Colt company's favorite? It looks like it's been old," the boss picked up the gun and examined it for a moment, then nodded to Dior, "Of course, after the gun ban was issued, this model didn't sell much in a place like London." Areas with a lot of hunters may be in short supply, but I still have a lot of stock here. ”

"How many?" Dior asked casually.

"It's not too much, if you put it together, there are about three sets, but guest, this gun is too old," the boss shook his head and looked at Dior with some distress, "It's better to buy a new one than to change the spare parts, of course, this is only a recommendation as a merchant." After all, this series of firearms has been discontinued, and the next supply will only become more and more tight. If you look at the wear and tear state, you use it a lot, there are a lot of scratches on the barrel, and there are a lot of other small parts... If you continue to use it, mechanical failures are only minor problems, and there may even be cases where the bullet will not fire properly. ”

Is the mission over? Dior sighed, the gun that had been with her for more than ten years was about to say goodbye, and it was inevitable that she would be a little sentimental. She stroked the barrel of the gun and bought the parts.

"John, what's this gun called?" the brown-haired girl next to her asked, pointing to Dior's gun, and asked the 'servant' called John.

"The guns of the Colt Python series are recognizable in appearance. This caliber and barrel length were also relatively rare in the UK, and now this series of revolvers has been discontinued and can only be ordered directly from the Colt company. ”

It's funny, said the brunette girl, running up to Dior, staring at her curiously, and then she laughed slyly. Dio is not a good-tempered person, being looked at so impolitely, she pushed two steps away dissatisfiedly, and said in a cold voice:

"Didn't your parents teach you the basics of etiquette?" although this sentence seems very unconvincing to Dio.

"Dio Connor, the adopted daughter of the Connor family, joined the Joint Hunters Department not long ago, and after that, the Mercenary Department of the United Hunters Department was disbanded, do you know about your brother?" said the brown-haired girl with a warm smile and one hand on Dio's hand holding the gun.

This guy... Encountering someone in trouble, Dio glanced at her, the other party was taller than her, and the blue eyes under the deer hunting hat were similar to hers, and there was a malice that came from nowhere. Now it's better to get out as soon as possible... Now it's Dior's turn to 'learn' at school.

"Maybe the Connor family doesn't have any adopted daughters at all, do they?" said Dior casually.

"Concealment of facts. The brown-haired girl still had that warm smile on her face.

"Rumors always spread quickly, just like an illegitimate daughter, didn't the Duke of Blois spread the news of an illegitimate daughter?The Connor family never made any statement that they had an adopted daughter or something, although the name of that adopted daughter spread widely. Maybe it's just someone who is close to John Connor, and this kind of thing happens everywhere. ”

"Impression manipulation. ”

“... Again... If that adopted daughter joined the Hunters Division, and now she is also the head of the new "D-10" Joint Operations Division, her actions are not something that the general public should be concerned about, and you still don't know much about classified matters, and many people have suffered a lot of unnecessary trouble because of it. ”

"Compulsive induction. ”

Defeated.

The brown-haired girl debunked all the purposes of Dior's rhetoric word by word, and finally maintained that warm smile on her face, looking sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, in fact, she may have an identity far beyond Dior's imagination. Dior snorted, withdrew his hand, turned his face away from dissatisfaction, and said:

"Arnold Clay will have an alibi soon, which isn't necessarily a good thing for him, and I've just come back from Liverpool's train, am I satisfied?"

"It's... Are you really Dio Connor?" the girl's 'servant' on the side looked in disbelief between the two girls.

"Learn, John," the girl said, shaking her finger, "it is said that Dio Connor is of civilian origin. Even when Hudson went to school, he still carried a revolver with him. And this lady has a lot of calluses on her right hand, a tiger's mouth, obvious calluses on her index finger, and some light calluses on the inside of her other fingers and palms, which are characteristics that only people who have been holding something for a long time, but her left hand has no same traces... This is not a habit that people who do manual work have. It is necessary to hold something with one hand for a long time, pull the trigger with the index finger, and fight the recoil for a long time, so it must be a profession that needs to fight for life. ”

"Besides, you're dressed too plainly. In this day and age, even village girls don't choose to wear coats and trousers, and you can glimpse the ammunition belt from your neckline, and the bulging waist must be the "" M500 that John Connor bought. Blonde and blue-eyed, much younger than her age, looks like a woman of about sixteen years old, in the army, born in a remote area, fond of revolvers... Together, these elements are enough to confirm your identity. It's a pleasure to meet you, Dio Connor. My name is Sherlock, and this one here is my servant, John H. Watson. ”