The gun lay quietly in the corner of the cabinet.

It looked very much like the shotguns he had seen before he crossed over, and the style was out of step with the folding rear-loading shotguns next to it.

"What kind of gun is this?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

Browning was still writing something on the paper, and glanced at the gun:

"Oh, it's an experiment, shotgun, pump-action, and I removed his trigger cut-off so I can fire faster."

He shrugged his shoulders: "But this kind of design is not popular with those big buyers now, they think that the new design may fail, and the original guns are selling very well, I don't bother to debug and improve them." ”

Chen Jianqiu's eyes narrowed.

Isn't this the prototype gun of the later Winchester 1897?

"I want this, you help me debug it, ask for the lowest failure rate, and I will pay you according to the market price." Chen Jianqiu said.

"Then I'll get a Colt revolver, but please help me change it, I want more consistent performance."

"Okay, no problem, I will personally help you change the gun, the barrel and rifling will come according to your requirements. Behind this gun shop is my studio. Browning nodded.

He finished writing the last line on the paper, picked up the seal, stamped it with a stamp, and blew on it a few times.

Browning walked into the back room, opened the safe, took some dollars out, and then handed the dollars to Chen Jianqiu along with the paper in his hand.

"This is a guarantee and a certificate, I don't have much cash here, you can use it first, if you need to exchange it for gold, you can use this certificate to go to Daddy Sigmund's bank in town to exchange it."

"By the way, there are also grocery stores and clothing stores in the town, so you can also go shopping for some supplies. They will not embarrass you. ”

Chen Jianqiu took the piece of paper, but handed the money back to Browning:

"That's the money we paid for the gun."

Browning was stunned, and there are people who don't want money?

"But you saved me and escorted me and my goods safely to town."

"Make friends, maybe we will have a lot of places to deal with in the future." Chen Jianqiu waved his hand and walked out, "By the way, tell me if it's changed, I'll take it, and in addition, help me prepare a sharper dagger." ”

In fact, Chen Jianqiu prefers to use an axe to a dagger, but an axe can't be hidden in a boot after all.

……

"Boss, why do you say that there is a bank in such a small town, and to exchange gold in the bank, you need to prove and guarantee?"

Sean asked, eating a berry cake he bought at the grocery store.

When they walked into the legendary "Daddy Sigmund's bank", they were dumbfounded.

What kind of bank is this, this is obviously a security office.

The room is only one floor, half of which is an office, half of which is a cell, and the shelves next to the cell are handcuffed and hinged, but they all seem to be rusty and have not been used for a long time.

On the left-hand side of the entrance is the bounty notice board, but it is empty.

An old man with white hair was napping on a table, snoring so loudly that the window glass was shaking.

Sean was a little stunned in his heart, although he had experienced so many battles with Chen Jianqiu, he still had an innate fear of a place like the security office.

Chen Jianqiu knocked on the table.

The old man's head flipped over, and a large puddle of saliva flowed from the place where he had been pressed, and his beard was wet.

Chen Jianqiu held a table leg in his hand, and with a little force, the table leg left his original position.

The table fell apart and fell to the floor, and the man pounced forward for a.

"Who?" The old man stumbled, wiped his face with his left hand, and took out the gun at his waist with his right hand.

When he saw three people of different colors standing in front of him, the disgust on his face was even greater: "Who are you? Why haven't I seen you guys, if you have something to do, go outside the door and solve it yourself, don't bother me. ”

Chen Jianqiu now somewhat understands why Browning's father opened a gun shop in this town.

He handed the piece of paper in his hand to the old man.

The old man took the piece of paper suspiciously, and when he read it, his face became different.

"Hello, my name is Sigmund Cohen, and I'm the sheriff here." The old man held out his hand, "Mr. Browning said you want to exchange gold?" ”

Chen Jianqiu also stretched out his hand and shook it with him.

The name sounds like a Jew, so it's no wonder Browning says it's a bank, but it's more like a black market, where sheriffs work and business lives.

What's more, it seems that this old man doesn't pay much attention to work.

"Yes." Chen Jianqiu nodded.

"Then please come with me." The old man opened the door to the basement and led several people into the basement.

The old man lit the lamp.

From the outside, it is really hard to imagine that this house actually has an extremely large basement, and there are many kinds of things piled up in it, but there is one thing in common, that is, it may not be easy to buy in the grocery store outside. Chen Jianqiu even saw two wooden boxes in a corner with the words "explosives" written on them.

"Good boy, you have everything here." Sean sighed.

"You'd better not touch it casually, the bottle you're holding in your hand is oleander's refined venom." The old man snorted coldly, and Sean was so frightened that he quickly put the bottle back.

"Do you have any men? It's policing again, it's business again, eh, what if someone cares about you babies? Sean was curious again.

"So I only do the business of acquaintances, as for law and order, if everyone has a gun, all beings are equal, what does it matter to me? If they don't think the guns are strong enough, they can ask Browning to sell some of the explosives for me. The old man disagreed, "By the way, why are you talking so much nonsense?" ”

"Get the stuff out." Chen Jianqiu said to Sean.

Sean pulled the bag out of the flesh-clad garment and poured the two gold bars and a pile of small nuggets onto the table.

Chen Jianqiu picked one up and put it back.

The old man was a little surprised, but said nothing, and poured the rest of the gold into the scale.

"18 ounces in total." The old man confirmed the reading of the scale, and gave Chen Jianqiu a look, "I will exchange it for you at the market price of $20 per ounce, and take a 10% commission." ”

"Ten percent?" Sean's jaw was dropping.

"It's customary, my child." The old man took out a small notebook and wrote something down on it.

"Six percent." Chen Jianqiu took another gold bar from the scale.

The old man was a little hesitant, there were fewer and fewer gold diggers recently, and his exchange business had not been opened for a long time: "You can't find a suitable buyer nearby, if it's not Browning." ”

"Four percent." Chen Jianqiu simply left a small gold nugget on the scale.

"Okay, okay, for Mr. Browning's sake, I'll take four percent." Old man Sigmund still gave in.

Only then did Chen Jianqiu pour all the gold back onto the scales.

A total of 28 ounces.

The old man took a stack of dollars from the safe and handed it to Chen Jianqiu.

If you have money, you naturally have to make a purchase.

By the time the three of them came out of the town's clothing store again, they had already changed their looks, Sean had picked out a pair of gray bib pants, and Asuka had found a well-fitting vest.

Chen Jianqiu was wearing a brand-new dark red leather jacket and a wide-brimmed cowboy hat of the same color on his head.

He prefers pure colors to mix-and-match.