As soon as K's name was heard, the outer door of the wooden house was pushed open, and out of it came a handsome young man with a stiff face, a young man with chestnut hair, dressed in a clean gendarmerie uniform, and his brown eyes were full of vitality. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"You're finally here." Kane said with a smile. His appearance was so different from the bloody battle on the battlefield that day that Van almost didn't recognize him.

"Is the master there?" Dilliel asked.

Kane nodded, neither as a subordinate to meet his superiors as a subordinate, nor as a subordinate should be courteous, but there was some humility in Dyliel's tone, which made Van look at Kane a few more times in surprise.

"Please." Kane stretched out his hand to make an invitation, and behind him was the open door.

Dilier and Van walked in one after another, and as soon as they entered the house, Van sneezed at the smell of gunpowder that filled the room.

The small wooden house was stuffed to the brim, and even the corners were filled with all sorts of old but sophisticated instruments, and on the largest workbench among them, an old man with gray hair was concentrating on something.

His flying fingers were like dancing elves, but his mottled and thin arms were unusually calm, and between the flying knives in his hands, an extremely symmetrical longitudinal crack was carved on the bullet warhead, and if you look closely, you can find that the edges of this extremely symmetrical crack are still covered with special lines as fine as a work of art.

The old man's technique is dazzling, and the dancing carving knife seems to depict a beautiful work of art, and he seems to be tireless, carving this special crack of great difficulty on a dozen suppressed bullets.

When the old man had finally done all this work, he held the bullets in his hand as if on a pilgrimage, muttering unnamed words in his mouth, and then he picked up a dilapidated Bible in his hand and held it in his heart with the bullets.

It was a long time before the old man finished his prayer.

"Oh? Are all the people coming? The old man grabbed his unkempt gray hair and walked tremblingly down from the workbench.

Seeing this, Kane hurriedly tried to help him, but was driven aside by the old man with the Bible in his hand, "Go, I'm not old yet!" ”

"You're the little guy named K?" The old man's upturned face was about to be attached to Fan. Van could even smell the fermented heavy breath in his mouth, sour and smelly.

Just a moment before Van could barely stand it, the old man finally looked away from him and walked to the other side tremblingly.

"Come, come." He beckoned to Fan.

Van hesitated, but walked over. On the table was a brand-new revolver, which looked absolutely superior from its gleaming casing.

The old man stuffed a special bullet of his own into the nest and handed the pistol into Fan's hand, "I'll take a shot." He pointed to the strange target outside the window.

It was more of a pile of rotting insect corpses piled up haphazardly, and the black corpses were covered with a semi-viscous thick green liquor.

Fan carefully shook the handle of the pistol, and the feeling of the tentacles and the stability of the whole gun's own structure made Fan involuntarily say a good gun.

As soon as the gun was in hand, he immediately entered the state, and as the bullets exploded with a roar, the pile of insect corpses seemed to explode from the bomb, splashing all over the various tissues that had been broken.

Although Fan had tried to guess the power of this bullet before, he was still deeply shocked by the scene in front of him, the power of this shot was almost comparable to that of a wild elephant loaded with a formal bullet. But whether it is the size of the gun or the size of the bullet, the two are not at all in the same order of magnitude, it is undeniable that the wild elephant is also a high-quality product, and the gun held in Fan's hand is not much better, so what caused this gun to be so terrifying?

The answer lies in the special crack carved on the bullet, this practice of carving the crack on the bullet was once very popular among the modifiers who were good at thermal weapons, and also had a resounding name, dummy bullet.

Because the bullet made by this method will expose the lead core of the bullet, so that the bullet will explode like a miniature grenade after entering the target's body, causing a strong "cavity effect", and the power will be increased several times.

The most common practice of dummy bullets is to remove the armor at the tip of the bullet and depict the cross pattern directly on the exposed lead core, but this practice often causes a decrease in shooting accuracy, and also makes the penetration of the bullet drop sharply, sometimes even unable to penetrate the insect beetle, and this completely relying on self-control practice, the jagged bullet produced is easy to explode on its own before it is discharged, so many shortcomings began to make it slowly eliminated.

Van once tried to make his own dummy bullets, but the effect was somewhat "miserable", and he almost blew up one of his pistols.

However, the dummy bullet used by Van today, the extremely special longitudinal crack depicted, did not remove the tip armor, which on the basis of ensuring the maximum accuracy and penetration, but also inherited the greater cavity effect of the dummy bullet, which made him unable to help but be shocked by the old man's artistic magic.

Compared with Fan's shock, the old man's eyes flashed with a more dazzling light, and he looked at Fan's carefully, as if he had seen a perfect work of art in the world, especially Fan's slightly trembling wrist, which attracted most of his attention.

Just when Fan was a little hairy by the old man's fiery eyes, Kane on the side hurriedly walked over, "Master, your technique is really amazing!" ”

The old man came back to his senses and stroked his beard a little proudly, "Hmph, what is this little trick!" Okay, let's get guns and bullets and go, now we don't owe each other. ”

Kane smiled wryly at the old man's direct refusal, "Master, in that case, you should name this gun, after all, he is your work." ”

"Silverlight." The old man didn't even think about opening his mouth to answer.

So Kane took the pistol named Silver Light and the bullet in Van hand, and put it away again. After that, however, he had no intention of leaving immediately.

"What? Still not leaving? The old man blew his beard and glared at Kane.

"Master, don't be in such a hurry to get rid of people......" Kane continued to smile wryly.

"What's wrong with you! I made you a gun, and I made you a dozen bullets, what else do you want! Speaking of which, people are not exactly saved by you, and who knows if you have some purpose that is not pure. ”

"Grandpa......" There was some complaining in the immature child's voice that suddenly came.

"Muka, don't meddle with adults and children."

Looking at the old man who seemed to be arguing, Fansuo, who had nothing to do, began to carefully observe the whole room, and it could be seen that this room had been transformed into a small arsenal.

On the walls of the wooden house, there are some furs of fierce beasts, and on top of the fur are weapons or bullets that have been made, these weapons are not ordinary products only from the appearance, if these are really made by this thin and dirty old man in front of him, then this old man's attainments in firearms have reached the peak.

While Van was browsing, the old man took his hand, "You come here." ”

With that, the old man led Fan into the inner room, and then closed the door tightly.

"Hold your hand out." The first thing the visitor said when he entered the house was that he immediately commanded.

Van "obediently" stretched out his hand, and he had no reason to refuse.

"Stains, stains." The old man seemed to be looking at one of the most magnificent works of art in the world, constantly rubbing and letting out stained admiration.

"Shake it and I'll see." The old man waved his fingers and asked without raising his head.

This time Fan didn't agree, after all, the shock was his personal secret, and the old man found out when he found out, but he wouldn't show it in the eyes of outsiders at will. The old man didn't seem to have guessed that Fanhui would refuse, and he snorted "heavily" and shook off Fan's hands.

"How many people are crying and shouting and begging the old man, me, you are good! Old man, I finally took the initiative to be interested, but you didn't cooperate with me. ”

Looking at Fan, who was speechless, the old man snorted again, "Take out the wild elephant, don't hide it, I know it's in your hands." ”

This time, Van hesitated for a moment, but pulled out the huge wild elephant from the clothes on his waist.

The heavy wild elephant weighed on the old man's hands, but then he held them tightly in his hands, and after the old man played with it, a trace of remembrance flashed in his eyes, "Hey, that kid in Baku has been hiding it from me, and he is pampering this gun like a baby, for fear that I will see it." But how did he know that this gun was the old bastard of his father, Buzz, who had managed to get me to make it for him? ”

This sentence made Fan's pupils shrink a few times, and he remembered why the subtle eagle head mark on Fang Cai's silver handshake gave him a sense of familiarity, because the same mark he had found on wild elephants. Originally, he thought it was a mark of the Imperial weapons, but now it seems that it is the unique emblem of the old man's work in front of him. (To be continued.) )