Chapter Three: Garand
Trouble always breeds unconsciously and is not taken seriously until it spreads.
After that, of course, it is a process of tasting the bitterness.
If you can cross the bitterness, then it will inevitably be sweet, just like Chen Qi doesn't like it, but he is used to making two cups of tea from his hometown after nothing, which is very suitable for cleaning the intestines.
John held the teacup motionless, he had no interest in the pale yellow tea soup in front of him, he hated this bitter and tasteless thing, he didn't understand why Oriental people like this kind of thing, milk tea is not fragrant, it is the taste of happiness.
"Don't waste tea with a face, if you don't drink it, I'll just take it to feed the cat."
Raising the M1 Garand rifle brought by John in his hand, Chen Qi, who was standing in front of the table, brushed the body of the gun with his palm, looked at the letters engraved on it, and already recognized the origin of this gun.
U.S. RIFLE (AMERICAN RIFLE)
CAL.30 - M1 (using 0.30 caliber cartridges, model M1)
SPRINGFIELD – ARMORY (MADE BY SPRINGFIELD ARSENAL)
1,000,000 (serial number)
This serial number was given to John Garland by the Springfield Arsenal as a souvenir at his retirement ceremony on April 30, 1953.
The whole has been delicately processed, and the metal parts have been polished to be high-brightened and blue, and the temperament is deep and graceful, which is very suitable for collection.
However, it is clear that this gun is not in the possession of the designer.
After a careful observation of Chen Qi, it can be seen that the previous owner of this gun must have maintained it very carefully, and made exquisite transformations for it, engraved with magic to maintain the accuracy of the instrument.
When he held it in his hand, Chen Qi could feel the cold aura that had been precipitated by time.
It is clear that during these thirty years, this Garand rifle was not just a collector's item, and I don't know how many enemies fell in front of this deep muzzle.
If the gun is compared to a beautiful woman.
Then this Garand rifle is undoubtedly a peerless beauty that has been polished over time.
Unlike the immaculate beauty of gemstones, it has nothing to do with the value in the eyes of the world.
It exists as a weapon.
"I really don't like tea, you better feed the cats." John waved his hand with a bitter face, and then smiled: "How about it, this gift is enough for you to be satisfied." ”
Satisfied? Chen Qi played with the rifle in his hand and suddenly smiled.
As soon as he stretched out his arm, the body of the Garand rifle slashed down as a matter of course, cutting through the cold arc and striking the top of John's head with a cold and deep muzzle.
John almost didn't bite his tongue out at this bluff, and he roared in fear: "What are you doing? ”
After yelling, John pursed his chapped lips again, his face turned pale with fright, and the blood coming out of the ventricles was full of a biting chill.
"It's nothing, just try the gun, after all, this Garand rifle is not a mass-produced product, if it is improved again in time, it will not be difficult to become a high-quality magic dress, and it is definitely not something that can be scooped up in the 'garbage heap', what about his master?"
Chen Qi's finger was pressed on the trigger, and he easily seized the initiative of the conversation.
Dealing with the Law and Political Affairs Department of the Magic Association, even if it is the next second-tier dealer who helps to turn over, you must be very cautious, this is not a fuss, but a vigilance necessary for survival.
It is also because of this that John, who was pointed at gunpoint, sadly found that he had no angry capital at all.
Life and death are not to mention, he himself feels a little wrong in this matter, but Gold repeatedly told him to quickly exchange the goods for money, and he himself can get a lot of money, so he did it.
The only one who will suffer will be the unlucky guy who beats the drum and passes the flowers in the end, and he is at most a person who handles it.
"I don't know the specifics, I can only tell you what I know." The tone was soft, John, who was already an uncle, had no interest in risking his life to challenge Chen Qi's patience, this young man who could gain a foothold in the satellite city was by no means incompetent.
If he dares to harden, I'm afraid he won't be able to get out of this door today.
Seeing that Chen Qi did not take back the muzzle of the gun, but only showed the intention of listening, John could only bite the bullet and say: "Three days ago, there was a shooting explosion in an apartment on Liverpool Street in London, and a total of four people died, do you know about this." ”
"I know, it's in the newspaper, and it's said that someone is on fire." Chen Qi picked up the tea that John hadn't enjoyed and motioned for the other party to continue.
"Yes, it's in the newspaper, but you know that those magicians are not allowed to be 'mysterious' leaked, and all things about themselves will be covered up by social forces, and this time is no exception, it's not a fire, in fact, the four dead are all magicians."
Speaking of this, a cold sweat broke out on John's forehead: "Three of them had their blood sucked dry, and their necks had holes left by teeth, and the owner of the room, Deacon Fernandez, was shot through the skull by this Garand rifle,"
Well? Chen Qi's eyes flickered, and he noticed the problem, the three of them were drained of blood, and the only one died differently, and the hole in the neck was undoubtedly the mark left by the murderer.
It's all magicians who die, this Deacon Fernandez......
With this name in mind, Chen Qi pondered for a while, and suddenly withdrew his rifle: "You go." ”
Yes? John didn't understand what Chen Qi meant, and after reacting, he was overjoyed, and said tentatively: "So money? ”
Before the words fell, the tea in Chen Qi's hand spilled out, brushing along the side of John's face, and the mist filled the room.
"The trouble you brought is not enough to pay off the debt, where is the money." Chen Qi shook off the fog beads in the cup and said, "You can consider opening a ticket to travel to other places, don't live here in London, just in case." ”
It is equivalent to saying that he gave it for nothing this time, John rolled his eyes, turned around and left angrily, and did not talk to Chen Qi about the salary again, and left this batch of goods here.
He was just a little greedy, not stupid enough to be unaware of the danger coming, it was obvious that there was a big problem with this incident, no matter how polite Chen Qi was to himself, he didn't do it after all, let alone pour his anger on him, which is undoubtedly a good thing.
John walked outside the door, glanced at the folded cat curled up in the doorway, and sighed, "What a poor little fellow. ”
After speaking, he left in embarrassment, not knowing whether it was a pity that this folded ear cat met Chen Qi, a strange person, or he was lamenting that he might not be able to see each other's future next time.
Meow?
After drinking the water, the folded ear cat, who was soothing his fatigue in a sitting position, let out a whimpering sound blankly, unable to understand what John wanted to express.
"Don't bother with him, it's just an old man, you can also pack up and go to another house to continue to ask for food, there are no guests here."
Chen Qi waved his hand, signaling the folded cat to stay away, and began to load and unload the garbage from the pickup, using enhanced magic, he was like a strong man, and he could easily complete the workload that only seven or eight strong men could do.
The folded cat shook her tail, as if she understood Chen Qi's refusal, her little head drooped, and she hit the dust on the ground with her paws, but she didn't move for a long time, and it could be seen that she didn't want to leave.
She didn't move, and Chen Qi didn't bother to care, just moved the furniture in and out, and soon piled up the backyard of her scrap shop.
He told John that it was useless rubbish, not a joke, but just a good use in his hands.