The pile of rifles that had been accidentally seen by Mura was now lying on the haystack on the farm. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The mercenaries are testing their guns. This new gun is addictive.

Since the bloody battle with the war ghosts in Haidu, Duchamp felt that his attack power was far from enough, and when he encountered a top enemy, especially when the enemy disrupted his offensive rhythm, he had been relying on instantaneous steps and spell shields to support, and he could not exert his real defense and attack power at all.

After that bloody battle, Duchamp gave the intelligent computer "Xiaobai" the task of developing a gun that met his needs.

It's long overdue for him to add himself a practical gun, a submachine gun that can constantly fire bullets in the interval between long-range spells, can effectively use the CD time between casts, and can even use mind control spells interspersed while shooting, so as to achieve a gapless attack.

With this intention in mind, he abandoned many flashy ideas and opted for assault rifles, the preferred combat weapon of soldiers of all countries on the planet.

An assault rifle with the power of a rifle and the firepower of a submachine gun, which can shoot and drain all the bullets in the magazine in a short period of time, fire on the move, and easily change the magazine while moving, is exactly what he needs at the moment.

And relying on the role of conductive force, the muzzle kinetic energy can be greatly increased, so that the lethality of the weapon can be greatly improved. In addition, the weapon can be further enhanced by changing bullets.

To make an assault rifle, as long as there is a good enough alloy as the barrel material, it will do. Seeing the material catalog of the various assault rifles given by the system, he couldn't help but feel lucky that he had taken a large amount of high-quality alloy steel from the Seventh Manufacturing Institute of the Lane Ford Society.

Zhi Brain fuses the parameters provided by Duchamp, and after its own optimization and development, it finally completed the development of this assault rifle called 'Victory Assault', its maximum range is 400 meters, the gun body is small, the length is less than 70 cm, the folding butt is conducive to use in different environments, it can be easily carried on the shoulder, the weight of the whole gun is only 2.64 kg, and it can also be equipped with a night vision sight when needed. With the help of the guiding force, the flight speed of the bullet is increased by 35%, and it can fire a 5.8mm small-caliber high-speed bullet with a high muzzle velocity, and it only takes 0.25 seconds for the warhead to reach the target 300 meters in front, and the height difference of the ballistic parabola is reduced to a mere 16cm, so that its destructive power can easily penetrate the opponent's armor.

Xiaobai provided this design scheme to the conductive workbench, and the manufacturing list of the conductive workbench added this new product.

On the way to Julai, in between plays, Duchamp was busy working almost every night. Last night, in such an urgent situation, he still ran to the basement to get to work.

Lu and Ah Jin are getting acquainted with the construction and use of assault rifles. The body of this gun is not large, the butt is only 68 miles long after folding, and a person as big as Lu can step two in his coat, and the small body is easy to deceive people, making people underestimate the range and power of this gun.

Duchamp simply explained the performance of this gun: "This is specially made, the rate of fire is extremely high, the lethality is huge, the effective range is 4 cels, it must not fall into the hands of others, nor can it be imitated by others, it can only be used by the old people in the green forest." In addition, it is also possible to specialize in a batch of small-caliber armor-piercing bullets and use them together. ”

Gavin wasn't here, he went to the black market to get bullets. The new guns are very bullet-hungry, with each gun coming with four magazines, all of which are 120 rounds full. Buying such a large amount of goods in the black market may attract the attention of eagle dogs, but at the moment, there is not so much to care about.

Duchamp walked over and reminded the road, completely immersed in the joy of the new gun: "Time is tight, it's time to think about how to break through next." ”

Lu raised the gun, pulled the trigger in the distance, and put down the empty new gun in a stupid way. "I've thought about it, in Julay, there is a key person. The former mayor of Julai, who had been mayor of Julai for almost twenty years, was opposed to the annexation of Julai to the empire. After Julay was incorporated into the empire, he was completely abandoned. Such a man should be extremely familiar with Julai's finances, and he is now at home, and we will not alarm others if we go to him. When it gets a little dark, we go to visit the former mayor! ”

It is not a very complicated matter to inquire about the home of the former mayor. Before that, Lu had already ordered his mercenaries to find out the addresses of these dignitaries in Zhulai City. It's just that when they arrived at their destination, the two couldn't help but froze for a moment.

It's dusk and the city is lit up with lights. The windows of this old mansion were not bright at all, as if they were dead.

Lu hesitated for a moment, checked the address again, and after confirming that it was correct, he approached the old iron door, wanted to pull the doorbell, stretched out his hand, but hesitated for a second, and tried to push it. The door opened a crack.

Lu and Duchamp glanced at each other suspiciously, pushed open a door, and looked inside.

There was silence inside.

With the help of the moonlight outside the door, it can be seen that this mansion is neat and elegant, and it seems that there is nothing wrong, could it be that the owner went out and forgot to lock the door?

In the dark, Duchamp and Lu exchanged glances, and the two took advantage of the darkness to take a few steps towards the house.

"Anyone?" Duchamp tentatively shouted at the empty house.

"Yes!" A faint answer sounded in the darkness.

There was one more person in this room! Duchamp was taken aback, he didn't even realize the man's existence.

The man had been sitting in the chaise longue in front of the fireplace in the living room, the fire in the fireplace had long since been extinguished, the chaise longue obscured his figure, and neither Duchamp nor Lu had noticed him.

Holding on to the handle of the chaise longue, he slowly stood up, slowly walked to the wall, and turned on the ceiling light in the living room.

When the lights came on, Duchamp realized that it was a young boy, not an elderly politician as he had imagined. He was thin, pale, with stubborn silver hair like a hedgehog, and he should have only fourteen or fifteen years of age in terms of age.

"Say, what are you two doing when you come to the door like this?" The hedgehog-headed boy asked, leaning against the wall, with his arms folded, staring at the two strange intruders.

Duchamp hurriedly ripped off the straw hat he wore on his head, making himself look as serious as possible. "To be presumptuous, we have come to visit Mr. Ambrast, the former mayor of Julai, who must have some kind of close relationship with you."

"I came to find my grandfather!" The corners of the boy's mouth pursed, and his eyes drooped, trying not to let the sadness in his heart leak out. "The old man is not here, go to the Temple Hill to find him."

Duchamp didn't understand, but Lu completely understood, with a surprised expression on his face: "You say that, do you say that the old mayor has ......?"

"I was buried last month!" The boy said in a hoarse voice, waving his hand weakly, "Then please go!" ”

"Are there any other adults in the family?" Seeing that no one came out, Duchamp had to ask after feeding.

The boy smiled and stared at the two men who might be the thieves who broke in: "Do you think that I can't keep this home?" He was about to continue to say something threatening, but he found something, staring at Lu's face, and his purple eyes quickly turned from indifference to fanaticism.

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