The weather was very hot, the sun shone in through the window, and between the pillars of light, countless dust flew and floated, and there was a choking smell of smoke and dust in the air.

The blue paint on the walls had begun to peel off, and there was dust and oil everywhere. This gun shop is clearly doing good business. There were quite a few pylons on the dirty walls, most of which were empty, with only a few rifles hanging from them.

An old man with scars on his face sat on a recliner with an oil-stained electric fan on the side, taking a leisurely nap.

There is a lot of space in the shop, and seven or eight apprentices are busy cutting parts. They sat directly on the ground, their hands covered in thick calluses, and they were sweating profusely.

Most of their raw material comes from metal waste purchased from waste pickers. Other accessories and ammunition are provided by specialized suppliers.

A slightly more skilled apprentice is using a lathe in the shop to drill through an alloy steel pipe to make a gun barrel. The barrel rotated at 2000 rpm, and he controlled the drill bit to drill in gradually. The drill bit is made of tungsten carbide, which is very hard and asymmetrical, and only one side is used for cutting, which prevents the rotor from mistracking in the steel pipe.

There is an opening in the center of the drill bit that is connected to a slender tube with a V-shaped notch on the side of this tube. Pressure is applied to the cooling oil to cool the drill bit, and the chips from the cut are flushed out of the V-notch. It takes about an hour for an apprentice to make a barrel, and the master can double the efficiency.

There were a dozen drilled barrels piled up next to the lathe, and finer rifling was not something that an apprentice could do.

Because of the chaotic situation, there are often fights between various companies over the purchase of cotton, which makes the business of the gun shop very good, and it needs to work overtime to produce.

A man with a straw hat and a lowered brim walked in. The old man sitting on the recliner immediately picked up the shotgun placed on the edge of the recliner in alarm.

People who sit in business in this town, and who are too careless usually don't live long.

"Show me what guns you have."

Li Mu didn't care, and glanced at the poor handiwork on the pylon, those guns, the error between parts is huge, and even the magazine can't be used, and when to explode depends on luck.

"Don't show me the ones on the wall, I want really good things."

Sharpening knives is not a mistake for woodcutters, since he has enough money, Li Mu is ready to upgrade his equipment. He needed a precision rifle that was passable.

The old man looked at him with a puzzled look, the thugs usually did not have high requirements for guns, their only requirement was that the bullet could be fired out of the chamber after pulling the trigger. The money saved, they prefer to spend on women and Jett.

Being a thug is usually a difficult end to a good end, and they prefer to have fun in time.

Li Mu took out a cloth bag and shook it, and the gold coins collided with a pleasant sound. The old man's eyes flashed, and he calmed down again when he saw the long sword hanging from Li Mu's waist. In this age, it is usually much more difficult to use a sword than a gun.

"Money is not a problem, I want a semi-automatic sniper rifle with a caliber of 7.62mm and an accuracy of within 2MOA."

MOA is a unit of shooting accuracy, that is, one-sixtieth of the angle unit, 2MOA at a distance of 200 meters of random error of 11.52cm, if you aim at the torso, you can still guarantee the hit rate. Loading by hand can improve the accuracy a little more.

With great difficulty, the old man pulled out a heavy box from under the counter, placed it on the counter, and opened the box.

A smell of gun oil, although the rifle was disassembled into parts. But Li Mu can still recognize that this is a 116M semi-automatic sniper rifle, designed by the Zhongzhou Instrument Design Bureau based on the 116Y competition rifle. The accuracy of the original gun can reach 0.5MOA. The product of the handicraft workshop depends on the craftsmanship of the gunsmith, it may be higher, or it may be made into a shotgun.

Picking up the rag on the side, Li Mu took out a part and carefully wiped it and checked it, each part was very fine and had no burrs. He was very familiar with the structure of the 116M, and put the parts together in a few clicks.

The old man's pupils shrank, 116M This gun is not common, in fact, this gun was specially developed for some law enforcement agencies, and the production is very small, and few people know about this gun, let alone assemble it so easily.

He began to wonder if the identity of this customer was from Zhongzhou. Secretly complaining in his heart, most of the people from Zhongzhou are ruthless, and the devil knows what he is going to do with this gun.

Li Mu looked at his expression and knew that this old man might have misunderstood something, so he simply made a mistake. The guns of the whole town were flowing out of his hands. Before the Cotton Company caught fire, they usually came to him to buy guns and ammunition. He is definitely the most well-informed one about the surrounding news.

Pry a little more information out of his mouth may have an unexpected effect on the plan.

"Where is the place to test the gun?"

"It's at the back of the store, I'll take you there."

Behind the gun shop is a large wasteland, which has been converted by the old man into a modest test range. Ten shots were fired at the chest ring target in the distance. Li Mu found that the accuracy of this gun was still very good, nine ten rings, one nine rings.

"Is this gentleman still satisfied?"

The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hands, he just wanted to let this ancestor go as soon as possible.

"Not bad."

Li Mu nodded, this old man's skills are very good.

"Do you know what's going on lately?"

He asked casually.

The old man chuckled in his heart, but he still managed to hold on to the smile on his face.

"What's the big deal, it's been quiet here lately, the Ouroboros haven't made any trouble, and the ghouls haven't been seen for a long time."

"Look at the busy look of your store, doesn't it look like it?"

Li Mu fiddled with the gun casually and said in a casual tone.

Damn, if it's really a dog from Zhongzhou, the old man scolded in his heart, his buddies are all in the store, if the answer is wrong, the person in front of him suddenly bursts out, and he doesn't even have time to call for help.

"Recently, Fengchang Company and Longxing Company ordered a large number of guns from here, and agreed to deliver them in three days."

He replied honestly.

Li Mu nodded.

"Give me another sixty rounds of ammunition and shells, and I'll hand load them myself."

"Yes, yes"

The old man nodded and watched Li Mu leave, and he suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen the appearance of this guest until now.

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The rescued slave girl had been saved from the brink of death after several therapeutic injections. Li Mei's careful care quickly made her let down her vigilance and open her heart. Her name is Yang Xiaoye. Her father was an addict and a bad gambler, and in the colony, the fate of a young girl with such a father was always similar.

She was fourteen years old, and her father couldn't wait to sell her to Feng Leshan, and the money she got was quickly squandered on the gambling table. She had long anticipated that she would one day, so she carried a small file with her at all times and secretly learned the art of picking locks.

After being brought into Feng Leshan's manor, she has been observing the routes and various outposts patrolled by the guards in the manor. On the fifth day of her imprisonment in the dungeon, she sharpened the shackles on her hands with the file she had brought in, pried open the cell door, and escaped from it.

But she underestimated Feng Leshan's control over the slave girl, and after she escaped from it, the slave in the next prison called in the thugs to denounce her. The thugs with the hounds soon caught up with her.

Li Mu picked up the map of Feng Leshan Manor she had drawn, carefully figured it out, and thought about the offensive route. Li Mei sat cross-legged next to him, she had already changed back into her original clothes, and she was reluctant to wear out the skirt.

Feng Leshan's radiation sickness became serious, the wine hollowed out his body, and the radiation of the poisonous claws became the last straw that broke the camel's back. According to what Li Mei heard in the town's clinic, mutated tissue had begun to grow in his body, and pustules had grown on half of his face.

As a result, he barely went to the casino, huddled in the manor all day, waiting for the mutation to fade.

Due to space constraints and the game between other forces in the casino, the defense can only rely on the thugs, and it is impossible to set up heavy weapons in the casino.

And his manor has not so many scruples, because he has accumulated a lot of wealth, and his manor is attacked by marauders every now and then, and the defense is very strong. Feng Leshan, who was afraid of death, not only pressed several anti-aircraft machine guns in the manor, but also specially sold automatic machine gun turrets imported from Zhongzhou, which can automatically identify and shoot at targets according to magnetic field imaging.

This seriously disrupted Li Mu's plan. He was originally going to kill Feng Leshan in the casino. His thugs had little loyalty to him, and when they learned of his boss's death, they were bound to fall into chaos and loot his belongings, leaving the manor's defenses in vain.

The map drawn by Yang Xiaoye was simply a relief in the snow, saving him a lot of trouble.

"We will attack Feng Leshan's manor after the exchange of fire between Fengchang Company and Longxing Company, in order to prevent the casino from being robbed by them by the way, Feng Leshan will definitely transfer some guards to the casino, and the manor's defense will be much empty."