The bullet is easier to handle, and it is composed of four parts: the warhead, the shell, the primer, and the propellant.

The first three parts can be manufactured by a small workshop with a stamping machine, and the main component of the propellant is nitrocellulose gunpowder (smokeless gunpowder), and you can't get gunpowder, and you can't get cotton? Can't get concentrated nitric acid? Can't get ethanol or nitroglycerin?

These are not controlled items...

I found a piece of paper, displayed the things I needed, and then Boss Zhu went out with the list.

Taking advantage of the lack of time, Liang Chao began to control the equipment again according to the gourd drawing, and when Boss Zhu came back with things, the parts of the other M9 were almost complete...

Then, I found some tools in the store to use as a laboratory.

。。。。。。

Shell after shell was filled with propellant charge, then loaded with primer and placed in the toolbox, yellow-orange-orange and beautiful.

As the last bullet was filled, Liang Chao rubbed his dry eyes and stretched comfortably.

Only one last step is missing...

Put aside the distractions, pick up the empty magazines in the toolbox, press those yellow, orange and orange little ones into them one by one, and in a while, the six magazines have been filled!

The magazine capacity of the M9 is fifteen rounds, and these six magazines add up to ninety rounds, which is enough for emergencies...

Liang Chao carefully rubbed the two M9s with magazines on them, and the panic in his heart finally calmed down, after all, he was cut off at the beginning of the game, and it was fake to say that he didn't panic, and now that he has a guy who defends himself, he has confidence in his heart...

He had confidence in his heart, and Zhu Jianguo, who came to deliver the meal, was a little weak when he was frightened at this time.

It was already dark, and he thought that the customer had been busy in the store and must be hungry, so he cooked some food and delivered it, but as soon as he entered the door, he saw this man pressing the bullet into the magazine, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to take a breath...

The sound of the metal crashing of the last magazine into the body of the gun was even more terrifying to his ears.

Liang Chao put a handful of M9 into his arms, and the other and four magazines were placed in the toolbox, and when he turned his head, he saw Boss Zhu standing at the door with food...

The eyes of the two met again.

"That's... I was afraid that you would be hungry, so I made something to eat..."

Zhu Jianguo's Adam's apple rolled up and down, swallowed saliva dryly, a layer of fine cold sweat overflowed on his back, and he stumbled and said, "I... I just came here and didn't see anything, really..."

"Hehe..."

Liang Chao smiled and said, "Boss Zhu, don't be nervous, my friend not only wants souvenirs, but also likes models, so I made one for him." ”

"Yes, yes, yes... model..."

Zhu Jianguo hurriedly nodded yes, thinking in his heart, I saw that you were loaded with a bullet, and you tell me about the model now? Do I look stupid!?

Liang Chao put his hand into his arms...

And after Zhu Jianguo at the door saw this scene, the hairs on his body immediately stood up, and his legs trembled, but he saw with his own eyes that the firearm just now was stuffed into his arms...

What is this for!?

Are you ready to kill someone!?

What am I going to do now?

My old Zhu hasn't lived enough!

Then do I have to kneel down and beg him not to kill me, it's all played like this in TV dramas, but ......

In just an instant, countless thoughts appeared in Zhu Jianguo's mind, just when his leg joints were weak and he was about to beg for mercy......

Liang Chao took out a stack of banknotes from his arms, put them on the table, and said with a smile: "Boss Zhu, the little things my friend wants are ready, and the balance will be paid to you~"

"I can't do it, I can't ...... it"

Zhu Jianguo stumbled under his feet, hurriedly ran over, put the food he was carrying on the table, and stuffed the 10,000 yuan bill back into Liang Chao's hand.

"How can you (dare) collect this money!?"

"What can't you take?"

Liang Chao stuffed the money back again, and still said with a smile: "Didn't we say it before, I rent it for a day, 20,000 yuan, what?" Boss, are you going to raise the price? ”

"No, no, no, I didn't mean that!"

Zhu Jianguo's scalp was faintly numb, and he hurriedly explained: "It's just dark this day, and the cost of renting it for you is 20,000 yuan, but it's only been half a day, 10,000... Ten thousand is enough, just right! ”

"It's... Not suitable, right? said 20,000..."

"What's wrong with that?"

Boss Zhu was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and hurriedly explained: "Don't dare to say anything else, we businessmen are based on honesty and strict mouth, we will collect as much as we want, and what we don't see, that is, we don't see it." ”

"Hmm..."

Liang Chao stared at him and muttered for a while, and he didn't shirk, found a pen and wrote down a string of numbers on the paper, handed it over and said, "That's okay, Boss Zhu, I owe you a personal favor, if you need help in the future, you can call me by calling me..."

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be..."

Boss Zhu said that he didn't dare to take it, but he took the note very honestly, and then solemnly put it in his wallet, and the joy on his face couldn't be hidden.

This favor... It's really a lot of money...

"That's okay, there are still some things to deal with, Boss Zhu, you are old, you have to take care of your health~"

After Liang Chao finished speaking, he went out with his 'own toolbox' and reached out to stop a taxi.

"Master, pedestrian street..."

"Okay~"

The taxi turned around and headed for the destination, the driver glanced in the rearview mirror, saw that Liang Chao came out of the hardware store, and carried a toolbox in his hand, and said with a smile: "The pedestrian street is a place to drink, sing, and find a little sister, what kind of business is there to do there..."

"There's no business, I have a friend's sewer blocked, let me help unclog the pipe~"

Liang Chao responded casually.

And the taxi driver didn't know if he was an occupational diseaser, or if he was really talkative, and he didn't mean to stop talking at all.

"Also, the world is not peaceful now, and business is getting worse and worse."

“……”

Liang Chao simply glanced aside and didn't answer, and the more he talked, the more energetic he became.

The taxi driver also saw that Liang Chao was not interested in chatting, and didn't say anything, but in the end, occupational disease is still an occupational disease, and he is really panicked if he doesn't speak...

It didn't take long for him to take out the walkie-talkie in the car again, adjust the channel and shout: "Lao Li, Lao Li, how much do you pull today?" ”

The voice of the electric microphone came out of the walkie-talkie, and the voice of a middle-aged man came out: "Pull a chicken, I'm dead today, and now there is a sleeping girl in the car."

I don't know if I drank too much or knocked on the medicine, my eyes were green when I got in the car, and I looked weird and scary......"