"He's coming, he's coming......"

A policeman shouted heartbreakingly.

"Fake, shut up, we've all seen it."

"Shoot, shoot......"

"It's our men in front, are you going to shoot at your teammates?"

When he got closer, Zhao Chuanxin pushed the police officer he was holding him hostage, causing him to stumble forward and fall down.

His companions wanted to help, but they didn't dare.

Zhao Chuanxin jumped up suddenly, jumping more than a meter high, and stayed in the air longer than Gordon of the Alliance.

When he was in the air, Zhao Chuanxin's gun was pointed down.

Bang, bang!

Two men were shot in the shoulder.

From this angle, whether the shoulder blade will be broken is no longer within Zhao Chuanxin's consideration.

After firing the shot, Zhao Chuanxin was still able to turn in the air, and before landing, he condescended and fired a shot at the police behind another bunker.

Bang!

Shot in the shoulder.

A policeman rushed out from the side.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled the trigger and snapped...... The magazine is empty.

He raised his hand, the immortal bird Xuanjie, boom......

The police flew upside down.

John Browning was reluctant to leave.

As a firearms designer, he spent so much time in his office and drawings that he never saw a real battle.

Just because he doesn't yearn doesn't mean he's not curious.

Especially Zhao Chuanxin's war, which made him feel pleasing to the eye.

In this era, both police and soldiers use thermal weapons in a regular manner.

He had never seen or heard of a war like Zhao Chuanxin.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin had almost finished the battle, and shouted: "The rest of the people listen well, if you don't want to be injured, go back and tell your colleagues, and when you see Lao Tzu in the future, you will retreat." ”

After saying that, he turned back confidently and pulled the slip sleeve with one hand, and the remaining bullet ejected from the side of the mouth.

Put away the gun first, and put the bullet away by the way.

In the distance, Browning watched him skillfully control the horse card of his own design, and even began to feel unfamiliar with this gun.

Is this how it is taught in the safety operation manual?

Zhao Chuanxin saw that he didn't leave: "Why are you still here?" ”

John Browning shrugged: "I don't think it's necessary to go, there's not much danger to speak of." ”

"Hehe, then you stay here to play, I'm leaving."

"Wait." John Browning hurriedly stopped Zhao Chuanxin.

"What? Would you like to have a meal? ”

John Browning was embarrassed, he looked at the policemen lying on the ground in the distance, and the policemen who were treating his companions, and said in his heart that he was going to get into trouble by inviting an outlaw to dinner with such a swagger?

However, John Browning was a fanatical about the design of firearms.

The curiosity about the God of War M1907 overcame the fear of getting into trouble.

He gritted his teeth: "Okay, I'll treat you to dinner." ”

Zhao Chuanxin wanted to leave, but he was stunned when he heard the words.

Really, please?

He thought about it for a moment, and John Browning knew everything about the weapons design and manufacturing industry.

The small workshop he wants to build can't even get some tips from him.

After thinking about this, Zhao Chuanxin's face changed, and he smiled: "Hey, they all say that they are guests from afar, since Mr. Browning is coming to New York, as the host, how can I let you invite him?" ”

John Browning swore that he had never seen anyone change his face so quickly.

He looked down at the little girl he was holding and frowned: "Little girl, you go over there, go to those policemen, and let them take you home." ”

The little girl was stupefied and a little overwhelmed.

looked at Zhao Chuanxin and hugged the thigh of the person who saved her.

"Rub, you know how to hug your thighs."

Zhao Chuanxin looked left and right, but he didn't see the little girl's parents.

He picked her up with one arm and carried her over his shoulder, stuffing a candy ball he had brought from China into her mouth.

The little girl chirped: "Sticky teeth." ”

"Hehe, it just so happens that you change your teeth, and the sticky teeth fall out, just right."

John Browning: "......"

How do you feel like you don't have a shape?

He hesitated, "Will you take her with you?" ”

"It's okay, I'll send her home when I get back."

Wait for them to leave.

Not far away, a sneaky figure came out.

It was Grenville Harper.

The little white face looked left and right, and when he was sure that there was no danger, he ran to the police to provide clues.

At the same time, Charles Baker is also investigating the information about "Chen Yigeng" in depth.

He went to the Manhattan Detention Center and met the real Chen Yigeng.

Chen Yigeng is 1.7 meters tall, lean, with triangular eyes, a scar on his eyebrows, and a fierce face on his face.

"Do you know what you've done?"

Chen Yigeng didn't care: "Isn't the case already qualified?" You, a police detective, came to ask me what I was doing? ”

Charles Baker sneered: "You have been imprisoned in Xinsin Prison, and you have been sentenced to death by killing several people in prison, and you have to sit in an electric chair!" ”

"What's that?" Chen Yigeng was taken aback. "I've been locked up here, how can I do those things?"

He was a member of the "An Liang Tang" in New York's Chinatown, where he was detained for organizing illegal gambling and extortion.

But it was not his own sin, and he would never admit it.

Seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, Charles Baker's brow furrowed.

"Do you know someone is impersonating you?"

"Impersonating me?" Chen Yigeng really couldn't think of anyone who would do such a thankless job.

He's not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Charles Baker described Zhao Chuanxin to him.

Chen Yigeng was confused.

Seeing this, Charles Baker shook his head regretfully, it seemed that nothing could be found here.

He got up: "I'll contact you again." ”

With that, he left the Manhattan Detention Center.

Then, he got the news.

In Madison Square, Chen Yigeng smashed the shoulders of seven or eight police officers with a pistol.

The New York police community has now given Chen Yigeng a nickname, called - Shoulder Breaker!

The murder is famous.

The point is, it happened when he interrogated Zhen Chen Yigeng.

Now he was sure that this Chen Yigeng had nothing to do with Chen Yigeng.

I heard that there was a banker who provided some clues, and Charles Baker found Grenville Harper's house through the records he left behind.

Knowing that Chen Yigeng and a woman named Maria were very close, through Grenville Harper's description, Charles Baker felt that he was about to find out the truth.

But right now, he must avoid the limelight first, because that "Chen Yigeng" seems to be a little unprovoked......

……

Delmonico Restaurant.

This is one of Manhattan's more sophisticated restaurants, and it's been open for almost a century.

Zhao ordered two Delmonico steaks, two New York steaks, four Newburgh lobsters, eight bread puddings, and a bottle of red wine.

John Browning's eyes widened, barely believing his ears.

"How much can you and her eat?"

"Laugh, laugh, eat less at noon, and exercise a lot in the afternoon."

This restaurant is famous for its service, probably Zhao Chuanxin's more, after the waiter opened the red wine, when the wine was decanted, he was waiting next to it.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him: "The pestle is used as a telephone pole here?" Roll the calf and smash it! ”

Waiter: "......"

He left aggrieved.

John Browning's head was bright, he wiped his sweat, and he didn't know what to say.

Zhao Chuanxin spoke: "Brother, let me ask you something." ”

"......" John Browning secretly estimated the age difference between the two sides by at least thirty years, and said embarrassedly, "You ask." ”

"What do you think of the Mondragon semi-automatic rifle?"

This gun was developed as early as last year, and Zhao Chuanxin has coveted it for a long time.

The problem is that there is definitely something problematic with the appearance of a semi-automatic rifle in this era, but it is not widely available.

"I know the gun." John Browning was extremely confident, even a little conceited, in his field: "The design is too complex, the production is difficult, and the maintenance is difficult. But if you choke on dust, you will immediately get stuck and stuck. The bolt-type locking mechanism looks like putting a beautiful boy with no power to fit into the battlefield, fragile and vulnerable. Not to mention the piston and cylinder ...... required for pneumatic automatic filling systems"

has studied with his apprentice for so long, and Zhao Chuanxin is by no means a rookie.

He listened carefully to the expert's evaluation, and his brow furrowed deeper and deeper.

These problems are also present in the drawings designed by Benjamin Goldberg.

He said tentatively: "If I have a similar drawing, and you are involved in improving it, do you have a way to solve it?" ”

"I pay more attention to reliability, any negligence on the battlefield is fatal, and no country wants to pay for it. I think that as long as it's a semi-automatic rifle, you can't do without these problems, like the kind of repeating rifle you said......"

Speaking of submachine guns, John Browning suddenly got stuck and couldn't go on.

A living example is in front of us, and not only has they succeeded in developing it, but they have not only succeeded in developing it, but it seems that there has not been a single failure in the shooting today.

Then, what seemed to him to be certain before became less confident.

"Go on?" Zhao Chuanxin saw that he had stopped, and urged.

"Uh, can you show me your gun?"

If you look at it, you will definitely not show it.

This product is professional, and Zhao Chuanxin doesn't want the submachine gun to appear on the battlefield, especially in the hands of his own enemies.

He blinked: "There's nothing to see, forget it, let's not talk about these guns, let's talk about building a workshop." I'm going to build a small workshop, can you give some advice? ”

"......" John Browning was a little upset, this man was too a chicken thief.

"You know," he said, "first of all, I specialize in designing firearms. Secondly, although I can give advice, it is for a fee. ”

It is impossible to give money.

Who isn't short of money?

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes rolled: "Why don't you and I cooperate?" You and my R&D team work together on a new pistol? ”

Soon after, this old boy came up with a century-old classic - M1911.

Its performance, reliability and power have made a qualitative leap compared with today's guns, and it has not fallen behind for a hundred years and can stand the test of time.

Firearms, the principle is much the same.

But it is just such a small gap, which can be magnified countless times on the battlefield, and it must be filled with human lives.

Benjamin Goldberg is indeed a genius, but genius can't make up for the experience gap.

It's like a good soldier who is fed with bullets.

first tempt the old boy to take the bait, and then let him be used as free labor to contribute to his small workshop.

John Browning hesitated.

The team that can research out the submachine gun is no worse than his.

"This, I need to think about ......"

The little girl looked at the dishes served by the waiter and said timidly, "Ethan, which one is mine?" ”

(End of chapter)